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Click me to see what may possibly be the most adorably delicious picture of Trevy to date! 

 

 

Thank you to The Herald News for thinking this story was worth front page coverage. 

 

 

…danielle

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow! Congrats. This is fabulous. Not sure how you find the energy but you're certainly bringing a gift to your community. And a beautiful picture to boot. Go Mommy and Trevy!!!!
Danielle said…
I may want to shoot myself later! ;)

Seriously, though. I have a couple very close friends (including my mom who is super woman with watching the kiddos when needed!) who are pitching in...otherwise I'd never be able to do this!

But I'm jittery and excited for the season to launch!

...danielle
Josh said…
Absolutely AWESOME! LOVE IT! when you get it figured out, I want to start a group in my area. Great Job!
JSmith5780 said…
Fabulous story Danielle! Can't wait to hear all about it as you get into the "season"!
I am so AMAZED by you...whether or not you are having friends help you out! It's hard for me to think big when I have any free time of my own. And this was/is a huge undertaking. Just another reason why I need to be your neighbor...so I can reap the benefits of all your hard work ;)
blogzilly said…
That photograph is actually the two of you hitting a HOME RUN. How super cool is THAT news? It's awesome! Super proud to be able to say 'I knew her when...' :)

And the fact that you got them to use the word 'catastrophic' in the article shows a herculean effort all by itself. That ALONE deserves major kudos.
Danielle said…
Josh...you should just put a call in to your local SO. Maybe there's already a group going near you guys?

Jen...thanks!

Elaine...I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ken...I LOVE that you noticed! I must have used the word "catastrophic" a million times. It's just one of those things that's important to me!

...danielle
Mrs. M said…
Pure joy!
That is the look on Trevy's face.
I had tears in my eyes reading the article. You ladies are doing such a great thing, Danielle. On so many levels. Good for you!

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