I thought it would be cute to go for our anniversary, before dinner, two weeks ago but the weather did not agree. Nor did it agree when we rescheduled for Saturday night. But Sunday, Sunday worked with us and fit seamlessly into our Weekend Of Doing Stuff That Will Be Harder To Pull Off With A Newborn, also including two long brunches, a fancy dinner, afternoon naps, a mani/pedi, haircut, errands and friends over just because we could. It was so lazy, I'm almost LAZIED OUT. Does that mean it is time?