Counting Delights...

Here are a few things that are keeping me amused and indulged these days…

Parachuting

UrbanBaby and I love going to our Gymboree class. We look forward all week to Teacher Leah, our tiny friends, and of course Gymbo the clown. We just love ALL the balls and the bubbles… But most of all we loooove Parachute time.

This week in anticipation of parachute time, my darling spent almost the whole class hiding under it. I went through my entire repertoire of my motherly encouragements to get her to come out from under the parachute and find the Circles in the room as Teacher Leah had instructed. But I finally had to give in to other plans, once a parachuted face was unveiled long enough to instruct me firmly but kindly, No! Mommy, No!

Oh the giggles ….

Cocktail hour for the whole family

I ask you, what is more perfect than a gorgeous, family-friendly winery just minutes from your home? I know, Nothing!

Picchetti Winery (pronounced Pi-ckety) has been a dear find for us. Imagine a lovely picnic area in the mountains, on a historic ranch, with Peacocks roaming around you, and beautiful hiking trails at your feet. Time truly comes to stand-still for about an hour and a half. Until its time to move right along and find other amusements for the UrbanBaby.

A little time with Royalty

I have a sister. She is short and cute and bubbly, stylish and fun lovin’, and has quite the mouth on her… She is gutsy and nothing seems to give her a moment's hesitation in pursuing life. She is thirteen years younger than me, so her life is a great source of entertainment and delight as well as anxiety for me. She is the celebrity that I follow, admire, and judge. And best of all she provides me always with an interesting topic to chat about. OH, I forgot to mention, that she has been a self-proclaimed Princess for most of her 23 years of life!

The Princess is gracing us with a visit this week…. So there will be many laughs, and perhaps a few tears. Stay Tuned!

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