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Role Out Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer

We are getting ready to say our farewells to the Summer of 2010.  

And what a summer it has been!  So many exciting first experiences with our girl... some lasts with Mr. Urban's beloved father...and many cherished moments in between, for Mr. Urban and I, and our family and friends...

It seems like yesterday when we had gathered at Allied Arts, for a summer time luncheon to celebrate the opening of our dear friend's gallery, Pejman's.  We had sat at a long table on the patio of the restaurant in the gardens, under the vines, overlooking the turquoise tiled pool, sipping all kinds of delicious wines... It was then the start of the summer.  And that was also the day that my dream of having a lingering special meal with lovely friends in Tuscany had come true... (only we all didn't have to board a plane to Italy). 



And as always, we approach the end of summer in a mad rush... to have one last summer night dinner with friends under the Silicon Valley stars, to have as many picnics as we can cram into a weekend with loved ones,  to have one last summer walk, one last summer ice cream trip, one last glass of wine with sweet figs and goat cheese... 


And so it was that we kicked off our second to last official summer weekend, with a dinner with friends on the patio of Cafe Barrone on Friday night...


And on Saturday, we attended a friend's End of Summer Party.  It was held at the beautiful Holbrook Palmer Park in Atherton


Where they had brought in all kinds of fun treats like a giant slip 'n slide,  the Sprinkles cupcake truck, rock climbing,  and a  California Pizza Kitchen stand, where you could order your choice of pizza hot out of the oven.... "NUMMY" 

And although most of the guests were in their pre-teens or teens, they had thought of activities for the few toddlers in attendance, which was really sweet.   


And fortunately for us, the UrbanToddler's eyes were opened to a whole new world of "treats" when she happened to walk by an entire eight foot table filled with baskets of chips, Cheetos, chocolate milk, and red velvet cakes on beautiful cake stands...   "I WANNA TREEET", "Mommy I WANNA TREEET"...  

Enjoying Cheetos while shaking it to Jay Z
Sunday was all about family, when we joined Mr. Urban's mother and brothers for a picnic at the lovely hilltop Picchetti Winery



And now, we need a rest from all the fun.  And the picnic baskets and blankets are sitting by the door for Mr. Urban to put away, till we meet again...



Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
You'll wish that summer could always be here...
 Nat King Cole

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