One of my father's oft repeated mantras was "I cried and cried because I had no shoes until I saw a man with no feet." Unlike most adages and attempted lessons, this one didn't go in one ear and out the other. It stuck with me. It has often helped me put things in perspective during my own times of adversity. When my son was first diagnosed with autism, my wife cried and I immediately asked, "Ok, so what do we do?" I was glad to know that his condition had a name and we finally knew what we were up against. I wasn't flippant or in denial. Rather, I knew my son was healthy and happy. He is a great joy in our lives. Surely he is disabled and he (and we) will face some very large obsticles. However, his condition is not degenerative, nor fatal. To that end, meetCameron Clapp. A boy with more courage in one day that I've ever been able to muster in a lifetime. God bless you Cameron.
Quarantine 2008 has ended
Fair warning: possibly graphic post and not for the squeamish. So it all started Friday night. Wife and I had a long day (as usual) and had finally finished with dishes, laundry and the rest of the normal daily grind. The baby had been fussy most of the day and had spit up here and there. Mostly we thought it had been switching from formula to milk which can sometimes cause this type of thing. By the time kid #4 rolls around you tend to let these things slide. If this were #1 we'd have called in a medivac at the first sign of vomiting in a 1 year old. He finally calmed down and we got him off to sleep. We watched a bit of The Wire and retired (very) late. About 10 minutes later #2 wakes up crying complaining of a stomach ache. I ask if he has to go to the bathroom and he says no, it's not that. His stomach really hurts. OK, into my bed and I'll get the heating pad for a bit. We get him settled and he calms down. Knowing that he tends towards the dramatic, I s...
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