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Christmas is coming why not give a book? A FREE one at that??

Christmas is coming and my thoughts are turned to the birth of our Savior and all he has done for us, for me. I would love to provide at least one of you with a free book that you can give to someone you love  for Christmas this year. (If you read it first and then wrap it up and give it away, I won't tell) 

All you need to do is send me a picture - via this blog or Facebook - of you reading one of your favorite books.  I will pick a winner from all the entries.

I don't have a picture of me reading one of my most favorite books of all time, 'Out of My Mind'. My eldest son asked me if I had a book he could read for his Creative Writing class and I practically threw this one in his face as I bellowed, "Yes!!!! Read this one!" I have asked him daily how he is liking it, he has said nothing (apparently boys don't like to talk about their feelings..).

'Out of my Mind', by Sharon M. Draper is one of those books that gives you all the feels - ugly cry included. Read with caution may I suggest a closet or the trunk at the end of your bed or maybe in the dark of night so no one sees you crying. OR! Let them see you cry and then when they ask you why you are crying  you can share with them this amazing book. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.com/Out-My-Mind-Sharon-Draper/dp/1416971718

My Interview for A LIFE REAL

Several months ago I was invited to be one of the guests on A Life Real, a youtube channel hosted by two amazing men both dads of boys with AS, Darren Humphries and Paul Boon. (Darren is a featured contributor in my book, 'In the Company of Angels') This channel is amazing! The guys interview people directly influenced by Angelman Syndrome. I was their 7th interview. Here's to many more interviews in the future. Watch my interview here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYJhxePQUFQ 

Darren is a featured contributor in my book, 'In the Company of Angels' and Paul and his lovely wife Victoria are the #3 interview on A Life Real. Watch their interview here:  www.youtube.com/watch?v=PY-kuKBqJJM

I hope you enjoy all the interviews and learn a bit more about Angelman Syndrome.

For the love of laminating (oh and PODD)

Dear Reader,

I think I have found my newest passion... Laminating! Wow. The smell of the laminator heating up, the soft whir of the fan as it gets ready to plasticize your perfectly lined up project in its silky sheets. Loved it. I was quite saddened when I was finished. (Funny side note: my FIL also shares my obsession with laminating. Whenever we showed up at his office he would inquire if we had anything for him to laminate. He would hang his head if we couldn't procure something worry of lamination. However, we did laminate my husbands Social Security card. We found out later that it says right on the card "Do Not Laminate"..  Oh well. It will never get torn)

On to the main reason I was so excited to be laminating. PODD! (Pragmatic Organization Dynamic Display).  'PODD is a means of selecting and organizing symbols so that people with complex communication needs and their communication partners can communicate more easily.' (www.novita.org.au)

After much research, planning, prayer, talking with other parents and teachers we decided that we would begin PODD. There has been so much success with it that how could I deny that it works. I am desperate for Conrad to communicate with us. He has so much to say and there is only so much guessing one can do before you decide this is not working. Let's find something that does.

He knows the PODD is his and he loves to look through it and find the TV icon. (figures, he is kind of an addict) It is going slow,  lots of modeling and breaking habits of just getting what he wants instead of either modeling for him how to ask for what he wants. But we are persevering. 

Please pray along with us as we give Connie his voice. Who knows, he may want to tell you thanks.

Hello

Dear Reader,
For the past several months I have been up to my neck in different types of communication devices, methods, app's you name it I have either seen it, read about it, researched it or fretted over it.
You see dear reader, we have in our family, one of the sweetest spirits ever living in our home.

He has Angelman Syndrome (AS) and as of right now has no 'conventional' way to communicate with the world. By conventional I mean vocally, sign language, or some assistive communication device that allows him to let the world know what it is that he wants or needs OR how he feels!

Have you ever wondered what it feels like not to be able to communicate your simplest desires or to simply tell someone, 'thank you' or 'I love you'? I have. All the time.

I have been fortunate enough in my life to know firsthand what it is like to not only have no idea how to communicate the simplest of needs to not understanding anything that was going on around me.

The first was when, at 18, I travelled all the way to Hamburg, Germany to be an Au Pair Madchen (nanny) to a German family whom I had never met. They had three adorable children to whom I would be responsible. Before I left I listened to some tapes and went out for dinner with a girl from Germany to learn some basic phrases. From the time I decided to go and by the time I got there it was only two months, hardly enough time to learn such a difficult language as German.
Once there I was enrolled in a German language class and I was on my way to becoming a very inefficient German speaking nanny. But I was given tools and the opportunity to use these tools. It was very empowering to use what I was learning every day and to see that I was not only getting better but I was being understood!

The second opportunity came in the form of a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was called to serve in the Marseille France mission. I was familiar with the French language as I grew up in Canada. I had been learning it since I was a wee one, BUT! Speaking it was a completely different story. I spent eight weeks in the Missionary Training Center (MTC) in Provo, Utah. The first four weeks all the instruction was given in English and the last four weeks was given entirely in French. There was one Elder (guy missionary) who just could not get the language no matter how hard he studied or tried. There was one day where he was trying so hard to say whatever it was that he needed to say in French that he said, "Comment dis-ton - something in English - en Francais?"  Which translates to: "How do you say - whatever he was trying to say - in French?"
We all burst out laughing at his enormous efforts but at the same time we could feel his frustration at not being able to say what he wanted to say. He was given the tools and was using them but it was taking so much longer than he wanted it to.


When I finally got to France, and heard everyone around me speaking, I was convinced I was either in the wrong country or had learned the wrong language in the MTC. I didn't understand a. single. word. I was assured that we were in fact in France and that the language I was hearing was French. (apparently the accent is much different in the south of France). GAH! I was so frustrated and scared ok I was terrified. I had a headache that lasted nearly three months as I listened so vigorously and intently to this incredibly beautiful language that I did not understand a word of.  But after much perseverance, fervent prayer and A LOT of practice, I finally got to a place where I was proficient enough to understand those around me and to speak my feelings. It took awhile but I had been given the tools I just needed to keep at it.


What does any of this have to do with our son not being able to communicate 'conventionally'
you ask? Everything! This year I am on an adventure to discover what our son has to say. I want to know what it is like to have AS,  what he dreams about at night, does he really like grapes as much as we think he does? I want to know what books he would like me to read to him, why doesn't he like scrambled eggs or pancakes, what is his favorite color, would he like to be in an inclusive classroom.

If you think I am getting ahead of myself in thinking that he will be able to answer any, let alone all of these questions... check out this blog  www.uniquely-speaking.blogspot.com  about the communication undertakings of Keisha and Rylee. Get ready to blow the lid off any beliefs you once had about children with disabilities. Keisha and Rylee are so inspiring. They are my heroes.  I am so excited to introduce them to you.

Please stay tuned as I figure out which communication device, app, book, PODD or method we will be using. Maybe Conrad will take over this blog one day..


PS Rylee wrote this:  She is 9.

Lipstick and Shoes

I had just sat down after a super busy day of... errands and getting dinner on and off the table when I noticed something purplish on the bottom of Mr. Conrad's shoe. Oh and before I forget, why is it that it takes hours - well not really hours, but it does feel like hours - to get dinner on the table only for it to be scarfed down in mere nano seconds?) I would love to actually taste the food and take the time to enjoy what I am eating rather than after having only taken one bite, the boys have finished theirs and are asking to play with friends, watch tv or telling me to,"Hurrry up! Don't you know I have practice in two minutes!"
Ok, ok dear reader, I digress. Back to the purple on the shoe.
So, I had just sat down after a full day and noticed something on the bottom of Mr. Conrad's shoe (Yes, his shoes were not put away. gasp!). Hmm? Where did that come from? was the only thought that crossed my mind as I collapsed on the couch. It wasn't until the next day at approximately the same time as I was collapsing on the couch that I noticed my white rug (Ok so it is not really white - anymore - people. It is more of a grey. What do you expect with four boys who insist on keeping their shoes on inside the house despite my protestations and my threatening to throw their shoes away? And their insisting that,I "It's ok we have hard wood floors!" GAH! I can't win). So I put up with a grey rug that used to be white. But now dear reader....... It is not only grey. It is grey with purple spots. Yes. Purple. Spots.
Remember the 'something purplish' I saw earlier on Mr. Conrad's shoe? Turns out it was lipstick. Yep.
We all knew that he was a ladies man, but how did he get lipstick on his shoe?! It's not mine. I hardly ever wear lipstick and I am pretty sure purple is not my clour. Conundrum of the century.

Bards & Brews

Yes, it's true dear reader. I spoke at a place called Primrose and Tumbleweeds that hosts monthly book readings of local authors and also boasts the largest selection of Oregon beer and wine. I did not partake as I do not dirink, but I hear that they have some of the best Hungarian mushroom soup. I will have to try it next time.
It was a lovely evening of authors reading from their works taking us into the minds of those who have a penchant for the written word. I loved every second of it.
Below is a link to my tiny bit.


Author Pamela Jean Lyman Speaks at Hillsboro Bards & Brews www.youtube.comPamela Jean Lyman, author of IN THE COMPANY OF ANGELS, speaks and reads from her work at downtown Hillsboro's Bards & Brews presented by NIWA. Bards & Brews ...