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Love in the Afternoon


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 gorgeousness, Ahi Tuna and (a slightly sweet) Pepper Steak, and laughed and chatted for almost FOUR Hours. 


On Saturday, the wooing continued.  First, lattes and the best Tres Leches Cake I've had in  long time at Coupa Cafe, followed by Midnight in Paris.  After, we strolled around Palo Alto arm in arm, which inspired us to buy a pair of Vebrams for Mr. Urban, so he can walk around with his toes appropriately separated and comfortable.  By then we wanted to rush back home to our girl, for some hugs and of course so Daddy could show off his new toy. 

The next day, he left for four long days of business travel...  but he sure knows how to play his cards right, that Mr. Urban!
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