Leo Clement

It's that time again. That almost last week in August in which momentous things happen to our little family.  Justin and I got married. (8/22/04) Nika was born. (8/26/06) Major relocation and life change (8/25/07) And then suqential move back to VT (summer '10) The Day of Diagnosis of "something very very wrong with baby." (8/17/10 Please do try to ignore the icky preggie jammies, I had other things on my mind...(like talking on the phone with THE DOCS while mechanicly plucking all the parsley out) Leo was born. (8/23/10) I shudder to think what else will happen to us during this week in the future: apocalypse, local volcanic eruption (a real childhood fear of mine, I think I read too many books and was homeschooled..remember that book on Pompeii? The illustrations gave me nightmares for years...) and/or insert some other surprise of cataclysmic proportions of your choice here.   So far, it's Monday and th

When the going gets tough, the smart go to camp. So when the cares and stresses of the past summer months hit into the burnout level, Justin and I packed up girl, lion and dog, and headed off to the family camp in the Adirondack Park. A photographer nightmare, this family...at least two out of five were kinda paying attention... Like tired and battered butterflies we soaked up the sweet nectar of the sunny wilderness. Who knew butterflies could look like Lion boys? Leo did some literal soaking, both of the sun, and the water.  It is the family tradition after all, that life at camp takes place either in the water, or on the dock. Only sleeping and hiking are the sanctioned exceptions. And maybe rock and tree climbing. But our trip was more then that, this time. Did you know that Monarch butterflies, fragile creatures they are, can fly almost a mile high, and cover more ground then most migrating birds? We didn't k