So I couldn’t NOT share some thoughts on the premier last night. Warning however,
if you have yet to see the episode - do not read any further. Ok here is what I got:
Meredith & Derek. In the on-call room.
(big smile on my face)
George sticks around. Admits his feelings for Izzie.
(again big smile on my face)
Christina misses Burke.
(teensy bit sad)
Alex misses Ava/Rebecca.
(I’m hopeful for her return)
Callie.
(nothing to say)
Lexi Grey. Hmmmm. Hate to admit that I kinda like her.
(Of course as long as she and Derek don’t coincide)
There you have it. In a nutshell. I love Greys.
In conclusion I would like to share a little something with you…
It has been nearly a month since we made the difficult decision to turn Mister T over to Pug PROS. Rocky has adjusted well and is more spoiled now than ever. Danny too has adapted well, though he sleeps with “Baby T” each night (small felt pug) and every now and then will go to the back yard yelling for him. My heart however has been heavy - wondering how he is doing, if he misses us. Recently I received this email, and finally felt at peace that we had done the right thing.
Mister T is doing great. He was started on Potassium Bromide for his seizures, he was neutered, and had a complete dental done as well. So far, his seizures have stopped and he was adopted by a lovely couple who want to work on getting his Epilepsy under control. He is a very sweet boy and has found a great home.
Gena Austin PROS Pug Rescue
Sidenote:
Have you noticed how I LOVE to blog? I’m so happy we have this site in which to share a bit of our lives with you, please let us know you have been by and have a great week!
Last night Danny & I excitedly joined daddy for an early softball game. The team he is playing with this fall is in Alameda and the games have been too late for us to attend. As we woke Danny from his nap and told him of our upcoming adventure, his face lit up. He absolutely loves going to watch daddy play “boftball”. It was a perfect early fall evening, not too much chill and barely any wind. We sat with just the perfect view of daddy pitching and Danny eagerly cheered him on every time he was up to bat screaming “Go daddy go!” As I sat there on the cement, watching my husband completely and totally in his element - my heart was filled with joy. Maybe it was the sense of fall, the chill that enabled me to wear my warm, puffy vest. Maybe it was that I had been cooped up in the house all day, or maybe it was just how cute and squishy Danny was in his sweats. Ultimately I think it was just being so content in that moment that nothing else in the world mattered.
Ok so as I was perusing my local Joann fabric yesterday in search of the perfect yarn for my latest project, I happen to come along this book.
Real.Life.Scrapbooking. by Rebecca Cooper.
Now here I sit, enthralled by her talent and our similarities in style, life, and emotion. She is a stay at home mother to two (almost three) who captures every day life in her art. I am so inspired by this book and her blog, I am practically dancing around my scrap room in anticipation.
To my dear friends and fellow scrappers - and you know who you are. I may not be able to let go of this one to share You’ll need to get yourselves a copy, and fast!
My heart is full of emotion as I type this evening. Let me start from the beginning. In early 2004 we anxiously announced our first pregnancy, only to have to reveal with solemn hearts that our little one had gone to heaven. We were given many thoughtful cards and gifts during this time, one was a small charm from my mom, with the date engraved on it. As awful as this time was for us, I know for certain that the Lord had a plan in motion, and I look back now realizing if it hadn’t been for that miscarriage, we would not have our sweet Danny boy today. The most difficult thing we have dealt with as parents thus far was an evening just after Christmas 2004, when Danny, at 3 weeks of age was rushed from Mt. Diablo ER, to John Muir ER, and finally to Children’s Hospital Oakland NICU. He was having difficulty breathing, as doctor after doctor pondered the cause. We were completely helpless as our tiny, precious son lay tangled in breathing tubes and IVs. Again, the Lord was faithful and we were able to take him home the following day, completely well and healthy. In a box I have mementos from his life, and in the bottom lay the tiniest hospital gown you have ever seen. It is orange and fit his 9 lb body just perfectly. I treasure it, for it is tangible proof that the Lord answers prayer. Since that time, I have wanted to give back, to be of help to other families who have experienced loss and/or the scary environments of our nation’s NICUs. I have searched and prayed for an opportunity, and today, in the midst of an already emotional afternoon I came across my answer. Heavenly Angels In Need (link can be found to the right). This is a wonderful online resource for families in grief and in need. I have been in contact with the founder and have decided to begin crocheting little blankets for these precious babies and their families. I urge you to take a look at their website, and to help in any way. In closing I would like to share this quote which truly brought my ambitions into play.
I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can share to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass through this way again. -Stephen Grellet
There are a handful of reasons why I love Thursdays so… Grey’s Anatomy, card parties, dinners with good friends, and of course the realization that the weekend is fast approaching. I must say however, my heart belongs to Thursdays simply because of MOPS. I was lucky enough to attend our first meeting this morning and serve as a table leader. The ladies at my table are just fabulous - Jannine, Christi, Tara, and our lovely mentor mom Laura. We had an amazing time together enjoying “adult conversation”, eating an extraordinary amount of calories, and celebrating this precious gift we have been given as mothers. It was a time of hugs, reacquainting with friends from last year, and fellowship. I feel simply honored to be apart of such a wonderful group.
What an adventure we had! As I sit here, my eyes blurring from all the photo editing I’ve done to get our pictures ready to post, I think back to the magic our little Danny experienced this week. With his Papa carrying him into the park, Danny, wide-eyed with anticipation simply said “Wowww.”
Eleven of us paraded into the park that day, as we embarked on Snow White, Peter Pan, & Dumbo. Finally, all of the movies and stories we have been reading came to life for Danny, and we could do no more than sit back and watch the magic unfold. We met characters - including his favorite “Big Keeka” (Mickey), had breakfast with Lilo & Stitch and went on rides, rides, rides. We ventured from Finding Nemo and Monsters Inc, to Mister Toad’s and Winnie the Pooh.
Justin and I had more than one opportunity to enjoy the park, while Grandma and Papa had Danny. We were so excited to go on “big rides” and embrace the inner-child in us. When asked later what his favorite part of Disneyland was, Danny, very animated, closed one eye, hooked his finger and yelled “arrrrrrg”. It seems Disneyland has shown our little boy just how to be a pirate.
We have posted just a few of our favorite photos, check them out in the Photo Gallery!
I am reflecting on an early August evening recently when Danny & I were in Justin’s truck on our way home from Stockton. Ever so subtly I felt his five little fingers make their way into mine. We must have held hands for twenty minutes as he drifted off to sleep. It was one of those moments I knew I would treasure, a moment I wanted to capture and hang onto with every grain in me…
… that was until tonight. Don’t get me wrong, feeling his warm & welcoming little hand in mine was immeasurable, but the three little words I heard tonight upon tucking him into bed will stay with me for years and years to come.
“Wuv Wuh Mama”
All of the sudden - the morning sickness, the 3.5 hours of pushing, the sleepless nights… I would do it all over again just to hear those precious words, I am loved.
So I awoke this morning to find a chill in the air. You can imagine my excitement. I hurried to throw on a sweatshirt, and get Danny dressed as well. We were heading out to Starbucks. Yes, today September 7, 2007 - I am enjoying my first hot Starbucks of the season. The sweet, melodic sound of Sarah M’s Christmas album played in the background as Danny & I sat in line at the drive-through. My mind began to wander to Holidays past… my excitement during our first year of marriage as we embarked on a journey back to Delaware to spend it with my family. Then our second Holiday season as husband and wife, was spent anxiously awaiting the arrival of our little Danny boy. He was the cutest little bundle of greens and reds that first Christmas. Of course I think then to the following year, December brought lots of time with family and friends, and even an answer to a long awaited prayer. Why then, I wonder, do we only celebrate that warm and fuzzy feeling come the end of Thanksgiving? I certainly refuse to this year. Fall and Winter are my absolute beloved of all times of year. Regardless of the fact that in a few mere hours the temperature will spike an astonishing 30 degrees - in this moment, at this hour, my little boy & I are in sweatshirts cuddling with our coffee & mini scones… relishing in the early morning chill.
Welcome friends! This is a project I have wanted to do for a while now, and thanks to a dear friend, it is now up and running! If you know me, you know I will be updating constantly so check back often to see what is going on with the Warren family.
We are VERY anxiously awaiting the big Warren family vacation to Disneyland on September 12. There will be 12 of us heading down to S Cal, should be loads of fun! This has been about 2 years in the making, and to be quite honest I don’t know who is more excited… Danny or Justin. Daily Danny excitedly yells “Big Keeka” (Mickey), “Big Mimi” (Minnie), “Big Quack Quack” (Donald), “Big Momo” (Nemo), and so on. We have to gently remind him, that it is still a week away, which of course he has no sense of time - so he asks again about an hour later.
We have enjoyed our summer so far, although it had it’s ups and downs - and to be quite honest I’m really looking forward to fall. I am personally tired of the heat, and I so enjoy the in between that fall brings.
Well friends, thanks for stopping by - have a fabulous week!
It has been nearly a month since we made the difficult decision to turn Mister T over to Pug PROS. Rocky has adjusted well and is more spoiled now than ever. Danny too has adapted well, though he sleeps with “Baby T” each night (small felt pug) and every now and then will go to the back yard yelling for him. My heart however has been heavy - wondering how he is doing, if he misses us. Recently I received this email, and finally felt at peace that we had done the right thing.
Last night Danny & I excitedly joined daddy for an early softball game. The team he is playing with this fall is in Alameda and the games have been too late for us to attend. As we woke Danny from his nap and told him of our upcoming adventure, his face lit up. He absolutely loves going to watch daddy play “boftball”. It was a perfect early fall evening, not too much chill and barely any wind. We sat with just the perfect view of daddy pitching and Danny eagerly cheered him on every time he was up to bat screaming “Go daddy go!” As I sat there on the cement, watching my husband completely and totally in his element - my heart was filled with joy. Maybe it was the sense of fall, the chill that enabled me to wear my warm, puffy vest. Maybe it was that I had been cooped up in the house all day, or maybe it was just how cute and squishy Danny was in his sweats. Ultimately I think it was just being so content in that moment that nothing else in the world mattered.
Ok so as I was perusing my local Joann fabric yesterday in search of the perfect yarn for my latest project, I happen to come along this book.
You’ll need to get yourselves a copy, and fast!
What an adventure we had! As I sit here, my eyes blurring from all the photo editing I’ve done to get our pictures ready to post, I think back to the magic our little Danny experienced this week. With his Papa carrying him into the park, Danny, wide-eyed with anticipation simply said “Wowww.”
I am reflecting on an early August evening recently when Danny & I were in Justin’s truck on our way home from Stockton. Ever so subtly I felt his five little fingers make their way into mine. We must have held hands for twenty minutes as he drifted off to sleep. It was one of those moments I knew I would treasure, a moment I wanted to capture and hang onto with every grain in me…
So I awoke this morning to find a chill in the air. You can imagine my excitement. I hurried to throw on a sweatshirt, and get Danny dressed as well. We were heading out to Starbucks. Yes, today September 7, 2007 - I am enjoying my first hot Starbucks of the season. The sweet, melodic sound of Sarah M’s Christmas album played in the background as Danny & I sat in line at the drive-through. My mind began to wander to Holidays past… my excitement during our first year of marriage as we embarked on a journey back to Delaware to spend it with my family. Then our second Holiday season as husband and wife, was spent anxiously awaiting the arrival of our little Danny boy. He was the cutest little bundle of greens and reds that first Christmas. Of course I think then to the following year, December brought lots of time with family and friends, and even an answer to a long awaited prayer. Why then, I wonder, do we only celebrate that warm and fuzzy feeling come the end of Thanksgiving? I certainly refuse to this year. Fall and Winter are my absolute beloved of all times of year. Regardless of the fact that in a few mere hours the temperature will spike an astonishing 30 degrees - in this moment, at this hour, my little boy & I are in sweatshirts cuddling with our coffee & mini scones… relishing in the early morning chill.