So our little lion man is not so quite so little anymore! Tomorrow this guy turns six. Six years! Like the man himself says frequently: "wowsers." I find that as time rolls unchangeably on I have less and less words to say about being a special needs parent. When he was a baby and I was a newbie at all of this, and I thought (or acted like that anyway) that I had somehow gotten a compressed cliff notes chip that downloaded straight into my brain the moment that Leo was born. I literally became a master overnight and an expert professor over the time it took my section scar to heal. I had something to say about all of it! Anything on Hydro, Hydran, epilepsy, medications, surgeries, syndromes, birth defects; I was the go to gal. I even thought I knew all about Autism, vaccinations and even Downs syndrome. What the hell was I thinking? I don't actually think I was "thinking," I was coping. My way of dealing with a traumatic situation is apparen