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Welcome to Leo Clement's blog! 
Leo entered our life like a tsunami on 8/23/10, at 12:30 in the morning. He had a plan, still does, and we are just along for the ride. His diagnosis? It keeps changing! It started with a terminal one, and now keeps getting better, although the Hydrocephalus will always be there. However, he is a miracle and a wondrous example of the power of faith and prayer. He's changing our world, and if you let him, he'll change yours too.
I started this blog on the day of Leo's birth and have kept it up faithfully since then: four years ago and still going strong. Make sure you check out the older posts in the archive for photos and other important Leo events and milestones.  The purpose of this blog has morphed over the years from just a tool to update our friends and family quickly on Leo's status into a broader plane that encompasses all elements of life with a child who has a chronic health disorder.
I am always excited to connect with other parents to share experiences and advice, so don't hesitate to contact me. There is a saying that it takes a village to raise a child, well, it takes the world wide web village to raise a child with special needs. We need to stick together and support each other through the highs and the lows of parenthood.

A little about Leo's family: He has a creative and beautiful older sister by four years, (she's eight!) who keeps Leo on the straight and narrow and at the same time lights up his life with her games and attention. Leo's dad works hard by day crafting traditional post and beam style homes and barns, and by night he is a talented musician with his own band! (Check out Riddim Vigil on sound cloud or utube.) I, other than taking care of my sweet kiddos also work as a barn manager at a horse stable, and own a sewing business. (www.babybaptismalrobes.com) We are practicing Orthodox Christians, and believe that God works in mysterious and truly wonderful ways in our life.

 Psalm 27:1 

“The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”

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