Saturday, June 28, 2014

Pinterest, Paper bag floors and pictures...

Ah... the toy room.

Technically, it's a "bedroom", 16 years ago it was my Master Bedroom but with wanting to keep all of us on one level it became the toy room.

It's served it's purpose as the place to play Wii, play on computers, drag out every toy imaginable room.  Which was not the worst thing in the world, as - it was a bedroom with double doors - that I simply kept mostly closed.

Over few months, one of the cats has decided that the back corner of the toy room would make the most awesome litter box! Nothing I did was fixing this problem.  The 16 year old carpet was already nasty, after 2 dogs, 2 cats and 2 kids... it was really nasty.

I knew pulling up the carpet was inevitable so I started researching my options.  As a single mom on an extremely tight budget I knew that hardwood was definitely out, carpet was out - not just because of the budget but also because I seriously dislike carpet at the moment.  After some dedicated Pinteresting, I discovered the "Brown Paper Bag Floor" - and I was sold.  I read what I could about it and started saving back.

While my heart was ready, the rest of me was not.  Until Parker had a little bit of a meltdown and one of the doors was removed from the toy room.  That was all it took, within a few minutes I had both doors removed and quickly fell in love with the open concept leading into this room.  It makes it more inviting and pulls it in with the other rooms on this level.  That was all it took for my mind to jump into gear and start to visualize what I really wanted from this room.

It took a lot of time, extremely dedicated work, and the stars lining up for great result (and I'll post the how to below) but... I am thrilled to say this is my before and after (after for now - I still have more to do with accessories but I have to save for that to happen and, honestly, am not in a hurry!)

So......... Here you go..... Before and after side by sides...

Our old toy room and new family room!

So... here is what my Facebook friends have been waiting for - the start to finish including the how to of the paper bag floor!

First, everything had to be cleaned out of the toy room -

Including the carpet *Insert cheering here*

Except it was a major job and a bit of a pain.  Thank you so much SE for your help with this! 6 hours - YES, SIX HOURS later the carpet, tack strips and staples were finally all out!

 This ridiculously long process is very necessary as you HAVE to get ever single staple out, if you don't you will be able to feel it through the paper bag floor.  Trust me, after about 3 hours of pulling out staples you each time you see this -

 You will hear this song in your head

and yes, it's true.  When you close your eyes, you will dream about these staples.  No lie.

The first thing I did was spray the corner(s) of the sub floor where the cat was bathrooming with the most incredible stuff... Nature's Miracle

while I wanted this to work, I honestly didn't think anything would remove the smell.  But it did! I am so impressed with this product and highly recommend it!

I prepped the floor, which I also recommend, filling in every staple hole and more importantly, if your sub floor is like mine - these massive gaps. Some people lay new sub floors, that simply was not in my budget so I did the best I could to repair this one.

I wanted to paint before I did the floor and went with tangerine for the accent wall, sand for the other walls and a white pebble for the trim.  It was important to me that the rooms flowed - which is why the accent wall is on the back - pulling in the yellow and red from the other rooms.

Paint: $45  Results... exactly what I had hoped for!

With the paint on (and the world's most awesome curtains up - thanks to Amy Z for talking me into the pattern versus the plain!) it was time to start on the floor.

Here is your how to for the paper bag floor:

My room is 14x16, I used exactly one roll of the paper ($12) and 2 jugs of glue ($24).  I bought both of mine at Lowe's but the paper and glue can be found in most any home improvement store.  The paper (called Contractor's paper) is in the paint section and the glue was pretty close by near the stain.

As you unroll the paper, you'll want to mark the paper, while it looks exactly the same on both sides - it's not.  While it won't look like it when the paper goes down, you'll notice it when it dries.  I marked mine with a pencil - all over.

Then Allison and I went to work ripping it into pieces and crumpling it up.  I kid you not, this took us 3 hours.  In-sane.

Allison bailed on me after about an hour - but, I give her total props for sticking with it so long, it really was not fun at all.

I read several different mixture ratios for the glue to water.  I finally went with 50/50. The most important thing I read was that you need to be consistent with the ratio each time you mix. 50/50 was easy to be sure I would be consistent (and others had used it.)

I had read that the best way to apply the bags was to use a thick paint brush to put glue in the spot you plan to put a piece down, lay the piece and then using the brush dipped in the mixture "paint" over it smoothing out the bubbles.

I also read that the best way to apply the bags was to dip the bags in the glue mixture and use your hands to smooth it out.  I tried both ways and for me, dipping it was the best.  It was the only way I could feel if the bubbles were out and really smooth down the paper.  I started in a back corner and did the outer edge 3/4 of the way around leaving the door way open.  You learn fairly quick the right length of time to dip them - too much wetness leads to the paper tearing.  You want to be sure both the top and bottom of the paper is completely wet and covered.

While I didn't wear knee pads while doing this project, it is recommended.  My knees bruised but that paled in comparison to how my back felt. It was really hard on my back.. I'm still recovering from that.

The ripped paper will have sides that are straight from the outside of the paper, use them as your outside wall pieces, they line nicely up against the wall. I separated all of my crumpled pieces into 2 garbage bags at a time, one with all ripped edges and one with straight. You also want to be sure all of your pieces overlap.

About 4 hours into laying the floor, I started to freak out.  It could have been the lack of sleep or the overwhelmingness of how much was left but I decided to start using the brush and doing it the other way.  It was very difficult for me to get all the bubbles out and the pieces smooth using the brush, so I went back to dipping the pieces.  I can tell now, looking at the floor, where I did each kind.  It looks much smoother on the places I dipped it in the glue versus using the brush.

I was happy to see the glue drying, especially since I had read that it didn't for some people - I will say be sure to really smooth out the glue, if there is a bubble - it will dry a bubble.

What became difficult (besides the extreme pain in my back from crawling around on the floor) was after the paper was dipped was seeing the pencil marks.  I was exhausted, I couldn't see the pencil marks on the wet paper so I started just putting it down.  Once it dried... I could easily see that some pieces were facing the wrong way.

The awesome thing about doing a floor like this is that if you make a mistake you can just put a new piece over it!  However, I didn't want to do that , I liked the contrast and I planned on staining the floor so I left those spots as they were but checked for any places I missed and filled them in.

It took - no kidding, no breaks - 10 straight hours for me to put the paper down on the 14x16 room.  TEN hours.  I was not sure I would ever stand up straight again but I loved the finished look!  Now that I know how to do it, if I do another room, I will definitely call a friend or two to come help with this part. If we all started in separate corners and worked our way to the middle and out of the room it would go much quicker.  I just couldn't do that for my first floor.  I wasn't sure what I was doing and it if wouldn't have turned out I didn't want anyone to feel responsible.

I actually debated staining for awhile.  It's important to wait until the floor is completely dry, I waited 24 hours before putting the stain on.

The stain was $8 and when I first put it on - I couldn't tell a difference at all so I went back and read more.  Thankfully my friend, Julie, had lots of articles to share with me on this.  It's very important if you are putting on stain that you let it set for 2-3 minutes before wiping/blotting it off.  If you just put it on and wipe/blot it off it won't do anything.  I have no idea why this is but it is what it is.  *It is important to get the oil based stain!

I loved the results!  LOVED them!  And it only took an hour to do - so total plus!

Everything I read said the floor, after being stained, would never "feel" dry but sticky.  I didn't have this problem.  I waited 24 hours and it felt fine.

Then it was time for the polyurethane, everything I read and everyone I talked to say 8-12 coats.  So I planned on 12. In the end - I did 14 as that is what used up every ounce of the poly I bought.  It is very important that you get a WATER BASED polyurethane.

I used this:

at $40 a can it was the most expensive part of my floor (I used 2 cans) it's also fast drying, allowing me to do a new coat every 2 hours.

I bought a lambswool applier and the universal pole to go with it.  And here's what I learned about that...

"Universal" pole

 "Universal" lambswool holder

The only way to make them fit together?  DUCK TAPE.  Because otherwise, it certainly does not fit together.  At all.  Not even close.

But this worked beautifully!  

Here's the thing about the "every 2 hours" polyurethane - if too much time passes, you have to sand in between coats and there was NO WAY I was sanding between coats.  So, with little cat naps between each coat (which only took about 5 minutes to apply), I stayed up for 28 straight hours to apply the poly. I poured the poly into a painters tray and then mopped it on.  Be sure not to mop it on too fast or you will get bubbles.  If you do, just sand them out before the next coat.

Even for me, who only sleeps 4-5 hours a night, this became draining and about 3 am after a coat of poly, I snuck into the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bathtub and ate a bowl of Lucky Charms.

*Yes, at 3 am - when my children were asleep, I *snuck* into the bathroom where I hid and ate a bowl of Lucky Charms sitting on the edge of the tub. That's how tired I was.

But, 14 coats later - I had the most gorgeous floor ever, completely exceeding my expectations!

Then came to what really proved to be the absolute hardest part.  Waiting.  One full week, 7 straight days before moving anything into the room.  This is extremely important as the floor must cure first.  And while it doesn't sound hard - it was.  I couldn't wait to get the furniture in and start to enjoy the new room.  But, I waited.  Kinda impatiently but waited none the less.

It gave me time to do another Pinterest project while I waited - the photo heart.  Here was my inspiration pin:

I used clear plastic frames, peeling the magnets off the back and using the double sided 3M adhesive squares to attach them to the walls.  The first pattern, set to look like the above pin, that I laid out on the floor - I just didn't care for.

So I started over laying out a heart and filling in around it - coming up with this:

Which I loved.  To transfer it to the wall, I used some left over brown paper and traced each frame (I used both 4x6 and 3x5 frames) onto it then placed it on the wall to be sure it was exactly where I wanted it.

When it was where I wanted it, I marked it off, removed it and cut out the frame spots before re-hanging my stencil.

Then I simply filled in each spot with the frames, later - after picking out pictures with the kids, adding them in using double stick tape to keep them in place.

I added an Uppercase Living peel that I've had since 2009 to the wall to complete it with the phrase "Treasure the time together"  At the moment, this is the only completed wall in the room.

With the goal of the room being a place to hang out, watch tv, movies, play wii and games - I jumped at the opportunity for the free mini fridge a friend was looking to find a home for after now that her daughter was home from college. Conveniently tucked away hidden in the closet...

 This might be my children's favorite part of this room!

(*Again, thanks to Amy Z for talking me into trying the black curtains on the closet! They are perfect!)

While I have plenty left to do (decoration wise, adding more pictures, end tables, etc) and the hope that in time we can add a flat screen TV in here with a smaller, more sleek console for the media equipment - and I need to work on hiding the massive amount of cords I have, add quarter round, a transition piece between the two floors and hide the cord for the mini fridge... for now -
this is perfect and we could not be happier!

The total cost on the room: $239

 Floor $124

Brown paper bag $12
Glue $24
Stain $8
Polyurethane $80

Paint $45
Curtains $40
Pillows $30

While it was a lot of work and my back may never be the same, I am so proud of the results and thrilled that I took the time to give this floor a try!  It's definitely something I'd recommend!  We are looking forward to many years enjoying this space!

Thursday, June 26, 2014

It's all in how you slice the bread.

The few weeks have been particularly trying. (Which, if you know me at all explains why I threw myself into a home improvement project to find some balance.) I'm having a difficult time letting go of the things that are weighing me down. I needed a breakthrough, something my mind would accept as a valid reason to move on and let go of those things out of my control and life would still be just fine.

It's funny how those moments come so randomly.

For supper tonight we had decided on breakfast (our favorite thing to have!). Tonight's menu: French toast and sausage.  Just as I finished cutting the toast to dip and cook it, Allison walked in.  She took one look at my diagonally cut toast and let out a huge sigh. "Mom, you know I like it cut into strips!"

I hung my head.  I knew this.  I just was focused on actually getting everything done and not the details I usually pay more attention to.  Usually, I'd be unforgiving of myself for this but tonight, I looked at her and said, "I promise the diagonals will taste just the same.  You will live."  She shrugged and left the room.

It was that moment when it hit me.  A memory from my childhood that has stood out and is something I think of every single time I make French Toast.  When I was little, my mom always cut the bread in halves.  I always wanted them cut diagonally.  I very clearly remember her telling me one day in a frustrated tone that "when I made the French Toast, I could cut it however I wanted."  but while she was cooking it she would cut it her way... and most importantly "I would not die."

Yes, this is the trauma from my youth.  Clearly, I had it rough.

It could have been I caught my mom on a rough day because this memory stands out so clearly to me.  It was, honestly, crushing.  It turns out it was also a life lesson that would come to light when I was a 40 year old mom of two...

 It really doesn't matter how the bread is cut, it will taste the same... and more importantly... it will not kill me if it's not cut the way I prefer.
No, it's not about the bread... it's about life.  Things aren't always going to go the way I'd like.  There will be rough patches.  I won't always be the perfect mom, but I'll keep trying.  Most of all... it's ok to let go of the things that aren't how I would prefer them or that weigh me down because in the end, in the bigger picture, it's simply how the bread is cut, it won't change the final outcome.

Thanks, Mom, for the life lesson.  For not changing the way you cut my French Toast that day years ago that you probably don't even remember.  Turns out, it was a great life lesson... and you were right... I didn't die.

It feels good to be ok again.  Maybe I should make French Toast more often.

**Although, really would it have been that difficult to cut it diagonally?  That's way easier than cutting it into slices ;-)  haha!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Dear Burger King, I'm sorry...

Dear Burger King,

I owe you an apology.  You see today is Parker's first day of summer break, something he would normally be super excited about but his sister and the majority of his friends are still at school. They are completing classes and taking finals.  Parker was one of the ones who earned these 2 days off.  Awesome, right?

Well, only kind of.  While he's super excited to be done, he also is out of routine and more so - he is very, very bored.  There is only so many ways you can entertain yourself playing wii or your iPad and only so much TV you can watch while your mom works in her office and no one else is home before wishing you were back in school. (FYI this magical time happened about 9:30 am)

I promised Parker to get him Burger King (his favorite) for lunch.  I needed to run 3 errands and get laundry, sweeping, the dishwasher unloaded and a few things moved from the toy room during my lunch.  Yes, I have a habit of over extending myself but things get done.

As promised, after I went to the bank we went to Burger King - ordering in the drive thru and a nice lady gave us our food.  We didn't check it, I never do because if I open the bag that means we can eat it right away instead of waiting until we get home.  We simply drove home.

When we got home I put the fries on his plate and opened the chicken strips, I could tell from the "M" on the box and the wretched smell they were not plain like we had ordered.  I continued to open the box only to quickly close it and tell Parker we had to go back to Burger King.

While that seems simple, it wasn't.  You see, that wasn't part of our plan or our routine.  The food is supposed to come home, end up on his plate and then be eaten - not come home, partially come out and then go back to Burger King.  I showed him the strips and told him they were soooooooooo icky they would make him have the poopies (Humor is always my first attempt to keep things smooth sailing). He wasn't buying it.  He was just madMad they were wrong. Mad about the mistake. Mad his routine was broken. Mad he had to put his shoes back on. Mad he had to leave the house...again.

Even with that, there was not an option - we had to go and we did.  I updated my Facebook status...

and headed back to the car.  Within a couple minutes, that felt like an eternity, I finally got him laughing on the drive back to Burger King (which was important or I was never going to be able to go back into Burger King to get the other chicken strips).

When we arrived, I told him he could stay in the car and drum while I went inside SUPER QUICK to get new strips.  Super quick was key as his arms were already beginning to flair and I knew time was limited.  Let's face it, fragile x or not, no one is happy when they are hungry!

I walked inside and waited in line, with each passing second I was a bit more unhappy. When the lady who gave us our food saw me, she immediately motioned me up to the counter and apologized stating she knew exactly what the problem was and how sorry she was.

She was, very apologetic and nice.

I was not. I did not care what the reason was.  I was frustrated.  Very frustrated

She asked the cook how long until the next ones were ready... 3 minutes.  Holy meltdowns. 3 minutes.  While I know 3 minutes doesn't sound like that long of a time, if you've ever left a special needs child on the verge of a meltdown really wanting his chicken strips in the car after promising you would be right back... it's an eternity.  And while I really wanted to be appreciative for freshly cooked strips, I could not get past the 3 minute eternity time frame.  I may have let her know how unacceptable that time frame was to me.  (If you've ever been witness to my laser beam eyes... it would be safe to say they were out for this event.  I really didn't need to say anything, my face said it all.)

She quickly apologized, again, and offered me a refund.  The gentleman working next to her offered for our next visit to be free of charge.  I really didn't care about any of that.  I just wanted fully cooked strips now. NOW.  The rest was not necessary yet the lady quickly brought me my change and again, apologized for the mistake.

I did mutter a "Thank You".

The gentleman explained to me that on this extremely busy day the drive thru cash register went out and they were writing all orders by hand.  It was a simple mistake.  I mentioned that we are there almost every day (which we are) and this was the first it had happened but honestly, I didn't care why - I was way to frustrated and more frustrated with each passing second as I watched the 15 year old silhouette in my minivan in the parking lot wondering if I would open the door to happiness or sheer meltdown over this unplanned excursion. I may have let this gentleman know that.

To be honest, I don't exactly remember. By now my mind has shut off.  It's fried. Some parts are a bit of a blank. 

In the 1 1/2 minutes after our 15 second conversation I have re-worked my now not happening during lunch list into my "I'll still make it magically happen at some point before sleeping which already doesn't happen list",  every possible "this is what will happen when I open the van door" scenario and how I'll react and responded to 3 emails (because I don't know how to take a lunch and not keep working) while counting the number of times the lady asked how much longer on the chicken strips (2 so far by the way) your actually kind of lucky tears didn't start to fall (that actually happens pretty often - I'm not nearly as tough as my laser beam eyes suggest).

As I get ready to check Facebook I hear the gentleman from behind the counter (who is now on his way back to the cooks) ask "How much longer on the plain strips?" ... "30 seconds".

I check Facebook, watch the lady bag the strips and when she starts to add fries I say, "He already has fries, it's ok, he doesn't need anymore" she responds, "He does, he ordered them, it's no big deal" as she scoops up the fries that I am sure he won't ever eat, smiles, apologizes one more time and hands me the bag.

I quietly say "Thank you" as she wished me a good day and walk to the van.  I glance in Parker's window as I prepare to open my door, he is drumming along to "Old Time Rock and Roll"  (I used the remote start to keep the car running - air and radio on -  while my keys are in my hand far out of his reach) ,I open my door with a smile and say "Guess what???"  He says, "They fix it?  Mistake all better?"  To which I have a sharp reality check and say, "Yes, they did.  Mistakes happen, no big deal!  When we make a mistake, we fix it." And that's exactly what you, the staff of Burger King did.

In today's world of crappy at best customer service (for those keeping track I still do not have my replacement phone from Samsung/Us Cellular waaaaaaaaaaaay past when it was promised) you were above and beyondEven when I was crappy, you still smiled, you still did your best to make me happy, you still quickly as you could fixed your mistake and provided really great customer service.

Did you make a mistake?  Yes.  Did you own it and fix it?  Yes and then some.  Did you do it politely and graciously?  Yes.

You were exactly what we hope for when a mistake happens and I owe you an apology for not being more appreciative of that.

I am sorry for not being more understanding, for not caring about what was going on behind the scenes and shooting my laser eyes at you.  I am sorry.  I make mistakes too, daily

Your day hit a snag and instead of doing what I could to be understanding, I focused on the boatload of crap happening.  I didn't help, I didn't even attempt to be kinder.  That is not the person I try to be.  And while we all fall short now and then, we have the opportunity to make things better too.  While I am sure this is too little too late to make your day better, I've certainly learned to follow my own advice and step back and breathe now and then.

While I'm sure you've dealt with much worse, that doesn't excuse my snippiness or make me feel better about how I handled the situation.  We are there often and I promise you will hear an apology in person the next time I see you, hopefully when we are both having better days.

By the way, Parker ate every single one of both orders of fries... :- )

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Becoming Mrs. Rogers, Learning to Live the Fragile X Way... The Book!

The date:  July, 2010.
The city:  Detroit
The event:  The 12th International Fragile X Conference

This conference was the first with the added element of Social Media - bringing Facebook friends together in person to meet IRL (in real life).  We had the Fragile X Listserv for many years and friendships grew through it but Facebook put pictures and real life events that were more than just Fragile X questions out there for everyone to see.  It made us more "real" and even more excited to meet the people we were watching the daily lives of.

There were people I could not wait to meet in person and people who couldn't wait to meet me.  One of those people wanting to meet me - the one and only Cindi Rogers.  While I was spending my time taking Melissa under my wing (ok, not letting her out of my sight and insisting she sit with me at every single event), Cindi was tracking me down and insistent on us taking the time to talk.

I'm not going to lie, and I am not sure I've ever shared this with Cindi, but it kinda freaked me out a bit.  I made it a point to go to her session and take some pictures for her but I also did a lot of ducking and hiding.  I was just not sure about what to expect from her and her insistence only made me anxious.

Then, it happened.  The event away at a museum (The Henry Ford Museum, I think, lots of cars, I think even a train or two - ok, I didn't pay a lot of attention to my surroundings, I was there for the people!) where Cindi literally cornered me and said for easily the 5th time at the conference to me "I'm Cindi Rogers...  (like I didn't know who she was... she wasn't just "Cindi Rogers" she was THE Cindi Rogers) can we talk for a bit?" I didn't have much choice so I nervously began to walk the museum with her.

Within about 5 seconds I was kicking myself for not taking the time to spend with her sooner.  We talked, as we had on Facebook, as though we had known each other since birth. We laughed, shared experiences, and didn't waste a minute of our time together as we walked around the museum.  There was a mutual respect and admiration for the work we were each doing but more importantly a bond that only can be explained as a sisterhood.

I may even be responsible for introducing M to her and we *may* have a small part in teaching her how to text, send pictures and use Facebook mobile...  (Yes, it's ok to thank us)

Melissa teaching Cindi how to use her Blackberry 
In the 4 years since that first in person meeting, Cindi has become a part of my daily life. There are very, very few days when we don't chat.  She is a friend, a sister, an adviser, and most special to me... a birch.

No matter the advice needed, she is there.  From fragile x to fried fuses on my dryer to flooded basements she has an answer.  And when she doesn't, she turns to YouTube...  ;-)   (*it's how she sent me the "how to" for fixing my dryer!).  

In the past 4 years, Cindi, Chris, Jake and Joe have become family to me.  A constant support in my sometimes shook up world.  I can't imagine my life with out them.

I have been very honored to know how Cindi has spent the past several months - and the reason I am writing this very special post - my amazing friend has written her first book!!!!

The details below are the super exciting announcement of her book, how to buy it and why you should read it.  While it's all extremely exciting and every bit true - the most honest reason you should buy and read this book is because you will be better for it.  Do not waste another minute... go buy the book now and start reading it immediately!!!  

Thank you, Cindi, for sharing your life, your family, your journey with us - for being one of the amazing people who make our world a better place. It is my honor to be your friend and to take this journey with you.
Oh, and when I grow up - I want to be just like you.

Without further ado, I am very proud and honored to be a part of the... 

We are so excited to announce that Cindi Rogers first book, Becoming Mrs. Rogers is now available on  This book was a labor of love for Cindi, as well as her husband, Chris.  The process has been a wonderful learning experience and going forward will continue to require more learning.

This book is a memoir of sorts about her life (and Chris') in dealing with the birth and subsequent diagnosis of fragile X syndrome for their two boys. The timeline travels from birth to present day and covers lots of different issues like school, behavior, therapies and day-to-day life.  It will take you through some downs and eventually some ups, only to come out with moments of joy and hope.  It was an emotional journey for me while writing it, for Chris while reading it, and we hope for you, too. 

We also hope that you might consider reading it, and/or sharing it (forward this e-mail if you like) with others in your life that might benefit from such a story.

Buy here:

Becoming Mrs. Rogers is the true and heart-felt story of one couple’s journey into acceptance following a devastating genetic diagnosis for both of their sons. Their story, its highs and lows entwined with its wisdom and compassion, has been a beacon of hope for thousands of families struggling with fragile X and other autism spectrum disorders.

Fragile X is a common and inherited cause of learning difficulties, affecting a child's entire world, including social and behavioral problems as well as cognition and speech. Rogers not only tells her story, but also gives advice for new parents, sharing facts about…

* the physical and behavioral characteristics of Fragile X

* the effects of Fragile X on learning, functioning and daily activities   

* medication and therapy

* how fragile X affects the family.

Cindi Rogers and her husband, Chris, share the perspectives and tools they embraced in order to help their boys be as happy and independent as they can possibly be. It is a story of challenges, tears, joy and hope.

**A portion of the proceeds of this book are donated to the Rogers Neighborhood FX Family Fund which in turn offers scholarships to the NFXF International bi-yearly FX Conferences.** 

Cindi Rogers
Cindi is the mother of two sons, ages 23 and 25, who are affected with fragile X syndrome and autism. Since receiving this diagnosis, Cindi has become a leader and symbol of hope within the fragile X community.  Her positive attitude, creativity and defining can-do attitude has inspired families and professionals worldwide. Cindi and her family have traveled to conferences around the world to present her innovative strategies, helping families not only to live with fragile X, but to also thrive. It has become her personal mission to share techniques to help families generate ideas that they can implement in their own world, while helping their children with fragile X syndrome to live happier, more independent lives. Today, Cindi serves on the board of directors for Developmental FX in Denver, a non-profit that helps families just like hers learn to thrive in the face of fragile X syndrome. She lives and works with her husband and two sons in Littleton, Colorado, and together they love travelling the U.S. in their RV named Rocket.

Connect with Cindi:


Twitter-  @MrsRogers2014

 Rogers Neighborhood FX Family Fund--

---On the blog find great website resources as well as bloggers to follow and enjoy! 

Our boys are like many affected by fragile X syndrome; they don't like to have their picture taken!  This photo turned out awesome, only after 52 "trials", the addition of sun glasses, and offering a sitting position (with a snack in the wings).  Things are not always as they appear.  We were so very proud to have this memory documented.