Leo Clement

different |ˈdif(ə)rənt| adjective 1. not the same as another or each other; unlike in nature, form, or quality. man-made |ˈˌmæn ˈˌmeɪd| adjective 1. made or caused by human beings (as opposed to occurring or being made naturally) When Leo was born, not only was he "different" then normal infants, everything was different. Because of his deformed head: huge and heavy with pounds of fluid, we had to figure out different ways to hold him, feed him, since even putting him down required two people. He would stop breathing you see, because his teeny neck and body could not budge his head so every angle had to engineered for optimal comfort. We shredded several orthopedic pillows, among other foamy items and props, to help achieve a semblance of normalcy. My mom and I cut up many a hat to try to find one that would fit on his head. In the end, the hat that worked the best was a pant leg and a shirt in a previous life. I found it hard to put into words, the despair I felt

It's hard for me to come up with my own words for this post. I've started and deleted it several times already, so I'm going to just step aside for those who managed where I can't right now. Praying for peace this Thanksgiving for all of us. Nature's first green is gold,  Her hardest hue to hold.  Her early leaf's a flower;  But only so an hour.  Then leaf subsides to leaf.  So Eden sank to grief,  So dawn goes down to day.  Nothing gold can stay.  -Robert Frost For Brayden Alexander Harper (June 30th 2008-November 15th 2012) Say not in grief "he is no more," but live in thankfulness that he was. -Hebrew proverb

In that short time between sleeping and waking, when the dawn just starts to peek through the trees in our bedroom window, is when I compose beautiful things in my head. Except for when they aren't beautiful, which sometimes happens too. But it doesn't matter, because at that time, whatever it is, it is honest. Then the day breaks, and the day unfolds and as it does, my mind turns to other things. Exciting things like laundry and dinner. But underneath all that, is a faint flavor, an undertone of something that moved me; something that inspired me. Most often then not, that something usually has to do with my son. Those of you who have stuck with this blog from the beginning, know that I don't always write about our faith, but I hope that the flavor of it has always been there. What does it mean to believe in God? So many people don't. So many people do, so strongly and so wrongly that they cause destruction around them. How does one tread these waters? It's

We've been busy bees at Camp Leo these past couple weeks. We gained a new member to the family, a rescue doggie with a mysterious past, but the sweetest and kindest disposition. It's definitely a win-win! Our commander-in-chief, the Lion man himself, has in addition to his usual tricks, been doggedly growing his repertoire. Who know that the word "Hi!" could make mum and pop get all weepy? I'm sure Leo didn't expect his crackers to be quite so damp and salty when he asked (craakaa?) for them... Our life is filled with everyday Leo miracles.  And since it never rains, it hurricanes, (though we didn't sustain any damage at all during Sandy's bender, for those who might have been wondering) Leo has also improved his balance drastically! We are all crossing our fingers for a Christmas gift that sounds like the pitter patter of his little feet walking alone... But right now, he is able to walk with very minimal hand holding, and