How I Got My Son with SMS off the School Bus, Part III

Transitions, especially getting on and off the bus, have been tricky for my son, Garrett, who was born with Smith-Magenis Syndrome.  I have written about getting on the school bus (see this blog post here), but the getting home part has been much harder (see Part I and Part II ).

Just like the prize box, the sticker eventually lost its appeal.   Finding something “enticing” enough to get Garrett to (1) walk down the bus steps, (2) out the bus door, (3) turn and wave to the bus in a gentlemanly manner, (4) walk down our driveway and (5) open the front door while keeping said door on its hinges is key to the whole process.  If left to his own devices, the daily bus return looks like a scene out of The Exorcist. 

Like all my best ideas, the last (still working!) trick came from another SMS mom.  We were talking about the difficult issues with our kids during a “Mom’s Tea” at the PRISMS conference.  This brilliant lady bought the pre-packaged hot coco mixes and gave them to the bus driver.  Each day, the driver would give her son one package that he carried into the house, heated up water and made his own hot chocolate drink.   And, best of all, no words had to be exchanged.  Genius! 

Garrett does not like hot drinks, but he is obsessed with chocolate milk.  So much so, that we no longer keep it in the house or he will drink the entire gallon in a few hours.   It is a real treat for him to have chocolate milk and this would be the perfect “new trick”.

My first purchase was the chocolate straw.  

This would be a double treat because I do not keep straws in the house (too many episodes of overflowing bubbles).   I bought 5 packs, enough to last a whole month and I slipped them out to the driver when Garrett wasn't looking.

First day, it worked like a charm.

Garrett came running down the driveway. 

 
“Look what Heather gave me!” he shouted.

“Get a glass of milk and let’s see what happens,” I answered.

He went straight to the kitchen and poured a tall glass of milk.    He took a big gulp.  And, turned around and spit it out all over the counter.

“Too crunchy!  Too crunchy!” He rubbed his tongue with his fingers.

“I don’t like it!  I don’t like it!” He told me…just in case I misinterpreted the disgusting milk spit on my counter. 

I looked at the straw.  

It was full of tiny milk chocolate powder that was formed into balls.  When the white milk was sucked up in the straw, it would turn chocolaty.  Garrett would not taste the powder at all.

“Look, Garrett.  The balls stay inside the straw.”  I picked up the straw and squeezed it.

“Too loud!  Too loud!”  He covered his ears.

His mind was made up.  The chocolate straws were a no go…and there was no getting around it.  (Good thing I knew he would love it and bought a whole month’s supply.)

The only other option was to create my own chocolate milk pack.  

I bought the snack sized bags and put 2 scoops of Quick powder mix in each bag. 

It has gotten to the point where I no longer have to give the baggies to the driver.  Garrett is doing pretty well at getting off the bus.  Most days, Garrett will come to the kitchen and make his own drink with the liquid Quick mix (which is kept locked in the fridge).    

However, we are still working on the "appropriate" amount of syrup….

SpecialMoms Parenting Magazine: Article about Smith-Magenis Syndrome

Happy to announce that I was given the opportunity to write an article about Smith-Magenis syndrome in the fourth issue of the SpecialMoms Parenting magazine.

This new and upcoming magazine was created by a mom whose son was born with Down's syndrome and it's "designed to celebrate the contributions of women, mom entrepreneurs who a making an impact in the special needs community."

It's FREE, but you have to sign up here to have it emailed to you:  http://www.specialmomsmagazine.com/welcome

Lots of great information for Special Needs Parents just in time for the upcoming Holidays....and did I mention that there is an article about Smith-Magenis syndrome?

World Smith-Magenis Syndrome Awareness Day

Today is the day we celebrate individuals born with Smith-Magenis Syndrome (SMS) and their incredible families.

These families make a coordinated effort to spread SMS awareness in their own corner of the world.

I am pleased to announce that my blog is featured on an international special needs support group, Firefly.  This group has started a site, called Firefly Garden, where families can meet in a virtual garden and ask questions, share knowledge of useful products or start campaigns to make social changes.

It is free to join, visit      http://community.fireflyfriends.com  for details.

It's so hard to get SMS awareness out there!  We are very rare (one in 15,000 births according to the PRISMS website) so I am thankful that Firefly Garden is highlighting kids like Garrett today.

So you click here:  http://community.fireflyfriends.com/blog/article/november-17-2014-world-smith-magenis-syndrome-day  

and say"Thank You" to Firefly Garden.  

SAY THANK YOU!  

I said SAY THANK YOU!!!!!

(that's SMS talk for "Please visit the site today". )

SMS Awareness Day 2014: The Selfie and The Poem

For families of people with Smith-Magenis syndrome (SMS), November is a time spent preparing for SMS Awareness Day.  We are trying to get the important 5W’s out into the public’s psyche.  

 WHAT:  SMS is caused by a deletion of a section of the 17^th chromosome. It varies from several missing genes, which is my son’s case, to one single gene being mutated.  SMS was named after Ann C.M Smith, MA, DSc(Hon), a genetic counselor, and Dr. R. Ellen Magenis, a physician and chromosome expert who first described the syndrome in the 1980’s.  There are physical, behavioral and developmental symptoms that are fully described on the PRISMS (Parents and Researchers Interested in Smith-Magenis Syndrome) website:  www.prisms.org 

WHO: SMS does not affect any particular group of people: race, ethnicity, etc.  It is a spontaneous mutation and can occur in either males or females.

WHEN: The 17^th chromosome is broken or the single gene, called RAI1, is mutated before conception. Either the sperm or the egg can have this mutation.  If a mutated sperm or a mutated egg goes on to the fertilization stage and makes the baby, then that baby will be born with SMS. 

WHERE:  The “technical” location on the 17^th chromosome is referred to as p11.2.  That is pronounced as: Pea One One Point Two.  We use the “Eleventh” MONTH and the “Seventeenth” DAY for SMS Awareness Day because this is as close as we can get on the calendar. 

WHY:  It happened because either the sperm or the egg was mutated before conception.  There is not any linked “cause”…something the father/mother did or did not do to cause the mutation.  It really just happened.  

But, there are other WHY’s: WHY did it happen to my son?  WHY did it happen to our family?  That’s a dark place that I spent way too much time in during the early days of the diagnosis.  

Now, I have different questions:  Does Garrett  realize that he has SMS?  Does it bother him that he is different? 

A few of my SMS mom friends have mentioned some heartbreaking words their children have said about their feelings before or after the SMS “prolonged tantrum” or “explosive outbursts.”  I’m not sure Garrett is that self aware.  Or, maybe I’m just too afraid to ask him.  Some parts of SMS are hard for me to watch, I can only imagine how hard they are for him to endure. 

But then…not so long ago…I found this selfie on my phone.  I call it “Glimpses of Normalcy”.  (And I really hate the world normal.)  It is truly the best picture we have of him.To me , this picture hinted at a Garrett without Smith-Magenis syndrome.    

During these past two weeks of November though, I have been reading stories from other SMS families.  I started to look at this selfie as just that…an actual SELFIE.  Maybe this is how Garrett sees himself.    He may not be able to articulate his thoughts, but a picture is worth a thousand words. 

And, just yesterday, a father shared his daughter’s poem on the PRISMS Facebook group.  It “sounded” so much like Garrett and it moved me to tears. 

Although I  was supposed to be spreading SMS Awareness, Garrett’s selfie and Mallory’s poem taught me more about Smith-Magenis syndrome than I could ever hope to tell. 

Thank you, Mallory's parents for sharing this poem.  

How I Got My Son with SMS Off of the School Bus, Part II

Transitions are difficult for my son, Garrett, who was born with Smith-Magenis Syndrome.  I found a solution for getting on the school bus by luck (see this blog post here), but getting him home again has not been so easy (see Part I here).

The box with a prize worked very well for a couple of school years.  But when it started to go bad, Garrett’s behavior went downhill quickly.  It got to the point where he would just refuse to cross the road.  I would have to half drag, half carry him.   The bigger he grew, the less control I had of him. It wasn’t just embarrassing.  I was afraid that he was going to get hit by car. 

When things escalate to that level, it is best to completely change the routine.  Fortunately for me, we live across the street from our local high school.  And luckily, Garrett’s bus driver was sympathetic as was her supervisor.   So she started to turn around at the high school and pull in front of driveway. 

I still had to man-handle Garrett into the house, but I was able to threaten him whisper sweet, loving words of encouragement without the threat of getting run over. Once we got over the threshold, he turned the SMS off.  I just need to get him IN THE DOOR!

In those days, Garrett was still receiving physical and occupational therapy at Children’s Hospital.  At the end of these appointments, he was allowed to pick a sticker from a basket.  It was a huge motivator for him and I decided to try it with the bus transition.

We started with just a sheet of cheap stickers, like these that come free in the mail.

And hallelujah, it worked!

Jenny, the bus driver, started buying the stickers.   The fancy Hallmark store, holiday theme kind.  And Disney.  And Curious George.  And probably whatever else Garrett told her he “needed.”  

He was really excited for those!  Jenny would hand him a sticker, or sometimes he would want it on his shirt, and he would run up to our house to show me.  I didn’t even have to meet him on the bus steps.  He started “saving” them on his bed, dresser, closet wall and bedroom door.   

These Disney Easter ones are still stuck on the door 

almost six years later because 

stickers on beds, dressers and doors last forever. 

I would say this SMS Trick was good for about a year, maybe two. 

Then Garrett started having a problem deciding on which sticker:

                 “I want the Dora kite.  No.  The Map.  No.  Boots!  Give me Boots!”  OR

                                                     

                            “I want that one.  Two.  Can I have two?  Three.  I need three!!”  

It was time to mix it up again.  I went and bought envelopes and boring stickers.   I cut the stickers apart and put one sticker in each envelope.  When Garrett got off the bus, Heather or Mandy  (the new bus driver and aide) would give him an envelope that he had to open inside the house.   He could not wait to get in the house and open it.

And, like Jenny, they had to go get fancy –smancy stickers. 

Then Mandy started addressing the envelopes with Garrett’s name…eventually adding artwork…

soon to be on the front AND back.  

                                                                                                                                                                       

(Seriously, where do the transportation angels come from?!  I have visions of 30 year old Garrett hanging out in the bus garage soaking up undivided attention from the entire staff.)

The stickers were wonderful.  

Until they were not.  

Which leads us to “Getting off the Bus, Part III”, coming soon.  

The Grocery Store Trip: AKA The Mommy Meltdown

One of the first things my husband and I learned at the PRISMS International Conference was that our son needs consistent and continuous help with his behaviors.  Modeling and positive re-enforcement on our part goes a LONG way in avoiding the prolonged SMS meltdowns.  In the words of Mary Beall, our SMS kids need to “borrow our calm.”  It’s true.  It works, almost every time.  Some days I am very good at faking how calm I am; and other days, I’m not even close….

Going grocery shopping trip with my son who was born with SMS quickly becomes an episode of “Garrett’s Favorite Things.”  The only thing missing from these excursions was Oprah’s confetti falling from the ceiling while he snatched up a balloon, a Lunchable and anything from the chocolate food group. 

Garrett, his younger brother and I walked through the stoned arch doorway of our local supermarket.  We strolled past the patio furniture, photo department and the florist, covering the distance of a football field before reaching actual food. 

“Balloon!” Garrett cranked his head back towards the florist.  “I need a balloon!  It’s my favorite.”

I calmly placed both of his hands on the cart. 

“Here, Garrett.   I need you to drive.”

I pushed him down the aisles, grabbing food with the hope of moving faster than he could see. 

Four loaves of bread.   A box of Cherrios.  A box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. 

I turned my back for one second.

Frosted Flakes. Lucky Charms.  Ceral and more ceral.   

 

 “MOM!”  my son tapped my back and pointed to the produce section.  Garrett had found the bananas and was very close to consuming one.

“Garrett!”  I ran off towards him with his brother on my heels.  “You forgot the cart!”  I yelled back over my shoulder.

I grabbed the banana out of Garrett’s hand.

“Banana!” he cried.  “I need a banana!  It’s my favorite.”  I tossed the banana in the cart.

“You can have a banana when we get home.”  I threw two big bunches of bananas in the cart and four loaves of bread cushioned their fall. I pulled his brother off of the cart and placed both of Garrett’s hands back on the handle; calmly.

“Here Garrett.  I need you to drive.”

We turned the corner and I started to round up my necessities:  a bag of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee beans, coffee filters and powdered creamer.   I spotted the Kureg K-cups and tried to remember if my coffee Merry-go-Round at home still contained Green Mountain’s blueberry coffee.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed my youngest child standing, spread eagle, with his arms up in the air.   He was too short to block the top of the cardboard display; the first shelf of what I could only assume was at least fifty Pillow Pets.

I hugged Garrett’s head into my shoulder (totally different from a “head lock”) and steered the cart towards the meat department.   

Chicken or Pot Roast?   I wondered what my husband would want for-----

“Lunchable!  I want a Lunchable!  It’s my favorite!”   I looked over and Garrett was holding a Pizza Lunchable in one hand and a Ham and Cheese Cracker Lunchable in the other. 

“You can have one, Garrett.”   I told my younger son to pick out one, too.    “Garrett, the crackers are crunchy.  You like the pizza one----“

“Oh!  I want THIS one! It’s my favorite!”  Garrett held up the Cadillac of Lunchables….a turkey sub sandwich with the tiniest water bottle ever created.  

“Garrett, that one costs too much money.  Get the pizza one.”

“I WANT THIS ONE!  I WANT THIS ONE!”  At least four heads turned our way.   

“Fine.  Put it in the cart!”  I said, mostly calm. 

I placed Garrett’s hands back on the cart—again!   I grabbed the front of the basket, helping him continue in a forward motion.  We had to get some milk and then we could leave.  I opened the dairy case and picked up two gallons of milk.  White milk.

“Oh!  I want chocolate milk.  It’s my favorite.”  Garrett reached for a pint sized Nestlé Quick milk bottle.  It was only dollar, totally worth the price of peace.   But somewhere between the Lunchables and the milk, I had lost my calm. 

“No!”  I said firmly.   “You are NOT getting ANY chocolate milk.”  

“Waaaah-Waaaaah!” : The SMS Wail.  It’s loud.  And it’s a show stopper.  

Everyone we passed turned and stared.   I didn’t care.  This was war and I was going to win.  He was NOT going to get chocolate milk.

We finally reached the checkout lane, the one closest to the floral department.   Garrett was quiet, but only long enough to catch his breath.

“I want a balloon!  It’s my favorite!  Balloon!”  We had an unobstructed view to the balloon display, but I was in too deep.

“You are NOT getting a balloon!  And you are NOT getting chocolate milk!”  I was proud of myself and my---

WAMP!  He took his fist and slammed it down on the conveyor belt.  The cereal boxes jumped and fell over.  I held his hands down on the cart handle and tried to keep his body from knocking the candy shelves over.  It suddenly occurred to me that I could not physically get him out the door should his “Jello Legs” make an appearance.

 

I asked my younger son to get in front of the cart and unload it.  I missed the scene, but he told me that all the managers came out of the upstairs offices to look down at our lane.  I have no doubt that this will be first on his list of reasons why I never see my grandchildren. 

Somehow our bags were packed, the bill was paid and we made it out of the store.   If I was being honest, I knew that this whole event would not solve anything.   Garrett will always ask for everything he wants; saying “yes” or “no” will not prevent that behavior.  He doesn't ask because we give in too much.  He asks because he’s impulsive.  The trick is to prepare for shopping ahead of time: make a list, go over the rules…blah, blah, blah…sometimes I just want to go to the store and pick up something for supper. Everyone does it!   It’s exhausting that every little event has to be planned out. 

We were outside and I was ready for my own meltdown.  I searched through the cart and found Garrett’s overpriced Lunchable.  I held it up over my head like that Monkey-Priest in  The Lion King. 

“Is that how we act in the store, Garrett?”  He gasped and held his hand over his mouth.

“I asked you a question!  Is that how we act?”  He shook his head no. 

“No Lunchable for you!”  Like a Soup Nazi, I threw the box in the trashcan.   My younger son was appalled, another bad deed on his list.  

“You can have my Lunchable, Garrett,” he said and then they both were crying.  I loaded up the van and let them sit inside, behind the tinted windows.  Maybe there was someone left in our town who had not witnessed our shopping trip. 

Just as I closed the back gate, I heard Garrett’s name.  I looked up and saw the lady from the floral department running across the parking.  And she was carrying a red balloon.

 “Garrett!  Wait!”  

She was a stranger to me, but she knew my son.  She met me at the driver’s side door.

“Whew!  I thought I missed you.  I heard Garrett crying and I thought a balloon would make him feel better.” 

Garrett was flailing about in the front seat.

“Oh, hi Baby!”  She waved back at Garrett.

I opened Garrett’s door.  He was nothing but tears and snot.  She leaned in to hand him the ribbon and he ratted me out.  “My Mommy threw away my Lunchable!”

She looked back at me and I readied myself for her judgment. She whispered to me out of the side of her mouth, “I don’t know what he said.”

I looked her dead in the eye.  “He said thank you for the balloon.” 

I slammed the door shut.

“Aw, you’re welcome Baby.”  She waved goodbye to Garrett.

I sat down in the driver’s seat and glanced in the rear-view mirror, but my son would not make eye contact with me.  I looked over at Garrett.  His brother’s Lunchable was opened and sitting on his lap; most of the cheese already eaten.   He held a balloon in one hand and an opened bottle of Nestlé’s chocolate milk in the other.   I had not even noticed the traitor putting the chocolate milk into the cart.  This was the brother who complains that Garrett is not disciplined enough but will jump to his defense the moment he is punished. The boy I was secretly proud of, even if he was giving me the silent treatment. 

I put my foot down in a battle not worth fighting, lost my calm and embarrassed myself; yet Garrett still managed to get everything he wanted.  Somehow, I did not feel like the winner. And maybe that’s because there is no “win” in a difficult syndrome like Smith-Magenis syndrome.  There is only “start again.”  

Usually it’s Garrett that needs a do over.  I always give it to him; sometimes grudgingly. 

And occasionally, it’s me that’s needs another day to try to get it right.   I never have to worry about forgiveness.  Garrett gives me that restart without any bitterness or resentment.  

That is the one SMS trait I wish was contagious.  

How I Got My Son with SMS on the School Bus

Ask any parent of a child with Smith-Magenis syndrome and they will say that transitions are difficult, like getting a rich man into heaven difficult.  There is something about going from the front door to the school bus, school bus into the classroom and school bus back home again that sets my son, Garrett, on edge. 

As Garrett has grown older, he can articulate his fears more clearly than those early days of grade school.  “Who is going to be there?  How long will I be there?  Will there be birthday cake?”  I think the questions are deeper than they appear.

Who is going to be there:  What if my favorite bus driver in the whole wide world is absent today?  Who will take her place?  Will they talk to me?   Is someone I don’t know going to get on the bus?  What if my favorite bus aide in the whole wide world talks to this new kid instead of me? 

How long will I be there:  Are we going a different way today? Is the radio going to be on? Can I still sit in the front seat, like I have every-single-day since the beginning of time?

Will there be birthday cake:  Is something fun going to happen today?  Is something fun not going to happen today?

My highest anxiety comes from starting a new job.  In some ways, Garrett starts a new job every day.   But if he has role to play, a job to do, then his anxiety lessens. 

I stumbled across the “getting on the bus job” by accident.  And unlike “getting off the bus job”, it has lasted all the way through grade school, middle school and we are still using it in high school. 

One day Garrett was watching Caillou, or as my husband calls it, “Crybaby Caillou.”  There is nothing worse than using the television as a babysitter for your kid and discovering the TV character is a whiner.   In this particular episode, Caillou had the waterworks under control and was going to the city with his grandmother.  When Caillou reached the top of the city bus steps, the bus driver looked at him and said, “Ticket, please.”  Garrett clapped his hands, jumped up and down, and was very excited.   

Call it dumb luck, but my husband and I had just recently held a fundraiser for PRISMS (Parents and Researchers Interested inSmith-Magenis Syndrome) and I had purchased a roll of raffle tickets.   I called Garrett’s school bus driver (every bus driver has always given me their home phone number) and told her my plan.  We decided to let Garrett walk to the bus alone because he seemed to have difficulty telling me goodbye.  Honestly, he did not like me talking to his bus driver, but I prefer the other reason.

The next morning, I waited at the front door and gave Garrett a raffle ticket.  Since Garrett watches every episode of Caillou at least a hundred times, he knew exactly what to do.  He had no difficulty leaving me at the front door.  If anything, the biggest issue was him running too fast down the driveway.

Ten years later, Garrett still gives the bus driver a ticket.  It is the only SMS Trick that has lasted that long. In fact, the “How I Got My Son with SMS Off the School Bus” will be divided into three episodes.  Stay tuned.

 

Do you have difficulties getting your child on the school bus?  Share your tricks in the comment section.   

Anniversary of Smith-Magenis Syndrome Diagnosis

Sometime in this first week of April, it will be eleven years since Garrett was diagnosed with Smith-Magenis Syndrome (SMS).  I can not believe that I have forgotten the exact date, but I think that's a good thing!

Charlie and I were shocked at the news.  We thought Garrett's motor delays (the only SMS symptom obvious to us at the time) were due to his chronic ear infections (also a common problem for children with SMS). Charlie was one week into the fire academy and we had just learned that our second baby, due four months later, was going to be a boy.

The dream job.  Our perfect family.  Everything changed in one afternoon.


Finding support for our family:

Our pediatrician could not find any information about SMS in his text books.  He called Children’s Hospital Genetic Clinic and they faxed over one page about SMS. 

One page.   We were told that our toddler had a syndrome that was life altering from who we thought he was.

Eight paragraphs.  And the only information we had about this syndrome fit on the front side of an 8 x11 sheet of paper.

At least 200 really, really big words.  The majority of that information we could not understand.

Three pictures that scared us to death.  Those horrible “medical pictures.”  As strange as it sounds, I could not even see Garrett’s adulthood in color.  Every vision I had of him was in black and white with a bar over his eyes.

And hundreds of questions unanswered.   What was going to happen to us?

Finally, we located the PRISMS (Parents and Researchers Interested in Smith-Magenis Syndrome) website.

It was early 2001 and we did not have “The World Wide Web” in our house.  My Aunt Patty found the website, but I cannot remember how….was Google alive eleven years ago? She printed off several stories written by parents and brought them to our house.

Encouraging stories (click here)!  With colored pictures!  Not only were these kids smiling, but there were no black bars across their faces. 

Then, we joined the non-profit organization.  And they mailed us a packet full of every back issue of their newsletter, “The Spectrum.”  (Past "Spectrum" issues are now posted on the website here.)

We pored over every single word of those articles.  It was surreal to go from eight paragraphs to pages and pages of information.

Information for Families

Research Updates

Medical Issues

And my favorite, stories from other SMS families.

 

What a difference from those eight paragraphs!!

We are celebrating our 11 years with PRISMS with a fundraiser to help with the cost of this year's PRISMS conference in Denver, Colorado (go here for more info).  Click on the First Giving box at the top of the page to make a donation in Garrett's honor.  Thanks!

Perpetual Parenting: Raising a child with Special Needs

Coming to terms with the diagnosis:

In the early days following our son’s diagnosis of  Smith-Magenis Syndrome (SMS) my husband, Charlie, found an internet support group on Yahoo.  He begin e-mailing other parents who also had children born with SMS.  

Within the first couple of days, a father of a teenager informed us that our pain would reappear every time our son missed a milestone; like driving a car or getting married. He ended this motivational speech with the comment that we should "prepare ourselves for a life of perpetual sorrow.”

Perpetual Sorrow!   Who would say that??

We stared at the computer screen.

“Bummer,” Charlie whispered. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Perpetual sorrow sounds like one of those shrines you see on the evening news with cars lined around the block,” he said.

I had visions of ketchup tears streaming from our wedding portrait.

“I don’t think that we want to live in perpetual sorrow,” he said. 

I nodded in agreement.  That wedding picture was the last time my hair and makeup were done, on the same day.

“Then we won’t,” Charlie declared and he turned the computer off.

It was a long time before we reached out to SMS families again.  

Moving on

Almost eleven years have passed since the diagnosis and two more boys were born.  I think it is safe to say we do not live a “life of perpetual sorrow.”  And that engaging personality? It’s true.  Garrett keeps us laughing despite his challenges.    

Although “perpetual sorrow” is amusing to us now, this certainly is not the life Charlie and I had planned. 

We already know we will be caring for our son beyond his childhood and into our retirement years. However, we prefer to call our unique situation “perpetual parenthood.” 

No, not the kind of everlasting offspring that lies on our couch and plays video games all day.  It’s the kind of parenting that requires constant supervision and involves some worrisome health issues. 

And perpetual parenthood will include Sunday dinners at the kitchen table.  My son will always be excited to see me walk through the front door.  And on every errand, he will manage to con Dad for a chocolate shake at McDonald’s drive thru.  We will have lifetime visits from Santa and party hats at every birthday.

What can be sorrowful about that?

Do you remember your first contact with another parent?  Was it a positive one?

Do Fun Stuff

Today is a big news day in the SMS community! (Today, as in MONDAY AUGUST 30, 2010...pay no attention to the wrong date above.)

The first ever charity album for PRISMS is being released. And you do NOT have to drive across town and stand in line to get your copy! Apparently, you can buy songs across the internet now...who knew?

"Do Fun Stuff" is a collection of orginal children's songs and 100% of the proceeds will go to further research for Smith-Magenis Syndrome. We have already listened to one of the songs and the boys love it. It has the word "pee" in it...what's not to love?

All songs on "Do Fun Stuff" were donated by various artist friends of Ryan Marshall, the step-father of child who was diagnosed this past year. Ryan has put SO much work into this project! I am amazed by parents who manage to get beyond the grief of the diagnosis and move right into "how can we help other families" in a year's time.

We hope that it is such a huge hit that PRISMS can fund a graduate student to research SMS and support our SMS families.

Read below to see how you can purchase music across phone/cable lines (and whatever wi-fi is made of).





And Thank You, on behalf of our PRISMS family!

I am going to go attempt to download it now.

Just last week, I threw out my cassette tapes. I almost took a picture of the big pleather box (which opened on BOTH sides!) laying in our trash can. I'm sure Charlie believes I hid it somewhere because he's been saying I need to get rid of my "junk" for years now.

I will admit that I kept my Milli Vanilli tape because I know it is going to be worth money someday. I am the only one who did not take it to the radio station to be crushed by a steam roller....