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Not Much Ado

Its been awhile since our last post, and I humbly apologize for that! I haven't been able to just get it together! I always feel like Leo's fans deserve something special, not just a boring post about the mundane. So I usually wait until something inspiring, or something special happens. But sometimes, the specialness just doesn't seem to come, or at least I'm not recognizing it. The page stays empty in front of me. Then, inevitably, something else comes up, like a kiddo, or work, or..etc. No excuses really, though in my defense, it's amazing that this blog is a fairly coherent diary of Leo's first two years. It's one of the few things I've been able to faithfully keep up, and it certainly is the most I've ever written since college. Who ever would have thought that I've thought up, with Justin's occasional help, two years worth of thoughts about one little boy?
As I'm sure you know, when we started this blog, in Leo's little nook in the NICU, it was as purely functional way of letting our friends and family know the latest news without endlessly having to repeat our selves, or posting on facebook, where our sad story just didn't seem to fit in with the endless statues updates about daily minutia and/or random thoughts and weird pictures of cats.
I'm sure we never even dreamed that it would develop into such an collection of memories and impressions. We certainly never dreamed that so many of you would take our little lion under your prayer wings and keep such a faithful watch over him. How did he ever get so lucky?!

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and since I don't have the words today, here are some pictures from the past couple weeks that should make up for my literary inadequacies!

Sister Bear showing Brother Bear the online advent calendar, which, by the way is pretty savvy! (check it out! )

Bet you've never seen a paci worn like this before....

Rocking it out, lil Lion style...! (In case you wondered what we do when it's cold in VT)

The "fail" holiday photo, which I still like for its accurate depiction of family members.
Herding all these kids up a hill is harder then herding horses...Leo again,  is recognizable by his ridiculous paci.

Lil Lion 


  1. Love all your pics. Lil Lion is looking so good! So very happy for all of you. Merry Christmas to your whole family and sending extra hugs to the little guy. Go Leo!

  2. How can you feel like you love someone you've never met? Thank you so much for sharing your family with the world, I'm always inspired by your words, and of course, by the strength, courage and joy of your little one. Special family you are. I feel blessed to know your family, even if it is through cyber space! :)
    Merry merry Christmas!

  3. I like to hear about Leo and your family no matter what is going on, even if it's nothing much. Sometimes "nothing much" is just great. And I agree, Leo looks wonderful!


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