Leo Clement

A thousand words... Or so at least every parent wants to think as they take picture after picture after picture of their child. That's like billions of words! That's got to be good right? Seriously though, who doesn't take pictures of their kid? Who wants to be "that" parent who doesn't shell out for school pictures? I have to admit I am almost willing to run the risk of being "that" parent because dang, those school pictures sure ain't cheap. And God forbid you change your mind and decide to get an additional digital version instead of the hundreds of useless teeny prints you thought may have been a good idea at the time (I plead insanity); they will not only charge you again for the same freaking image AND unless you pay more, it's a stupid useless teeny tiny thumbnail. Whew, ok rant is over... Whose with me? Let's do a school picture strike! Ok now it's over. But. I suppose in the long run the aggravation might be wo...

This past Wednesday, we took Leo to Boston Children's Hospital to get a second opinion from their docs at the Epilepsy Center. As you know, this fall season has gotten off to a pretty rocky start in Camp Lion Man. We've had it all: an increase in seizures, allergy reactions to meds, strange side-effects, and general re-haul of all of our assumed norms and expectations. When it rains it pours... And thunderstorms... With scary lightening. But when I was a kid I would always run towards the storm to watch it out the window or the safety of the doorway and glorify in its power. When we had the blood moon eclipse a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't help but feel a flash of fear as the dear old moon suddenly became a stranger; as cataclysmic forces moved ponderously in their own mysterious dance in the heavens totally and completely outside of any human opinion or control. How come nature never checks if we want a bloody moon or flood or hurricane? Jeez. My fe...