An Urban Girl

Mr. Urban and I were the last two people left to go see Midnight In Paris in the theater. And as redundant as it is to talk about a movie that has been on the screen since May, I must share with you my excitement over finally seeing this absolutely beautiful film.  This past weekend Mr. Urban really put on the charms.  Starting with a long play date with our girl on Friday afternoon, so mama could get a manicure and aimlessly walk around town.  By the time I got home, our girl was exhausted from all the running, fed with good Mexican food from Chipotle,  bathed, and ready to go to sleep at Quarter to Seven!  You know its going to be a good evening when your toddler is in a deep sleep before the sitter gets in. Mr. Urban had made plans to meet some fantastic friends for a cozy dinner at Saint Micheal's Alley .  We sipped red wine from Woodside Vineyards , nibbled on butternut squash and goat cheese tart, Tomato Herb Relish Bruschetta,  a stack of Salmon and Avocado gorgeo

I started my day to an email that brought up many thoughts. One, that in different junctures of my life, I have been incredibly lucky to cross paths with extraordinary human beings who have touched my life and made it forever more special.  Two, that despite every negative saying I have ever heard about the pursuit of perfectionism, people who have ever moved me with their endeavors, have all been perfectionists.   Tireless in their pursuit of an ideal.  Some years ago, a friend introduced me to another friend with a huge vision.  A woman who had achieved success in the worldly definition of things, and although now she could have been lunching and yachting and shopping, she was spending her days fighting for strategic community philanthropy and giving, and ideas that were well over my head.  Except this voice was so compelling that I couldn't help but to listen.  And when you listen you learn.  And the more I heard, the more I understood how lucky I was to be sitting ac

As you know, Life is an exercise in keeping your lunch down while riding a roller coaster, thrilling but also a little scary at times too. And as such, you should never get too smug when things go too swimmingly, and when the going gets rough, you should take a Gravol and wait things out. Never throw parties or make tweets for things like "Me and My Angel Child Survived the Two's", because for certain, you will live to experience the Mighty Threes. Remember all the sweet adventures I have had with my little UrbanToddler that I have chronicled here?  Well, I will have to review those posts to remind myself of their actual occurrence... because today the entire capacity of my short term as well as long term mental storage is filled with recurring incidents of the word No! and the soul altering repetitious sounds of a three year old's whining. It has come from no where and has hit us over the head like a heavy flying bat.   But thank goodness for Mr. Urban.  

I love days like today.  When everything Falls into its perfect harmonious little spot. When the day starts with a pre-dawn hike at The Dish, with a lovely friend.  When you weave in and out of heartfelt or funny or interesting topics, and then turn a corner and witness the morning sky, turn pink, then yellow, then glorious blue... the Bay and a vast lovely scenery standing before you. When you come home to a happy, dancing Toddler already dressed and readied by her daddy for her day in a Tinkerbell tutu and a light green feather and diamond tiara. You know that you would have probably vetoed the choice yourself had you been home, but love the soft heart that agreed to the ensemble, which has had the effect of filling the kitchen and the whole house with good cheer and twirls (instead of a number of other alternatives). When you run through the house, first, brewing a big pot of Peet's coffee, and then hugging first, the bigger and then, the smaller person milling about,  tak