But the word "memorable" is not always associated with happiness.
And while I was able to statisfy the easy-to-please Nicholas, the "memorable event" for Weston was not exactly a pleasant one.
Let me explain.
There was only one thing that Nicholas wanted for Christmas this year.
He talked about it for months. When television commercials advertised this coveted treasure, he would spring up from his chair and shout,
"There it is Mom! There it is! It's the Umi Zoomi Car. That's what I want for Christmas!"
When asked what else he wanted for Christmas, his reply was always the same.
"I just want the Umi Car."
This is the Umi Car
It is a small plastic remote control vehicle that is a product spin-off from the cartoon show, Team Umizoomi. It is a rather well-made plastic car that goes forward, backwards and is equipped with several accompanying, not-too-obnoxious sound effects.
If there is one word that every parent of child diagnosed with PWS understands, it is the word "perseveration."
Perseveration of thought indicates an inability to switch ideas or responses.
For Nicholas, his latest Christmas perseveration topic was the Umi Car.
Of course, as a mother of a child who perseverates, I understand the "do or die" necessity of providing Nicholas with this toy for Xmas. So, I purchased the vehicle in October just to be sure it arrived in time to find a secure place under our tree.
As Christmas morning arrived, Nicholas quickly located his beloved toy.
In fact, as Christmas night came to a close, my happy young son fell fast asleep, with the Umi Car tucked lovingly under his arm.
For Weston, he spent much of his Christmas day building a construction site on the living room floor.
As a teenager, his tastes are shifting from toys to technology. Many of his Christmas presents this year were things like headphones and high tech gadgetry.
I must admit however, I blew it this year with Weston and once again earned myself the most clueless mother award.......but good!
It all started with flatulence. All of the males in our household are amused by it. The sight, sound and discussion of this pungent and disgusting bodily function bring rounds and rounds of giggles and grins. They create contests just to see who can deliver the smelliest, loudest, most disgusting man-made breeze.
So, thinking that I could capitalize on this never-tiring trend, I purchased a bottle of this, as a stocking stuffer for Weston.
It is basically liquid fart in a bottle. I assumed my gaggle of gas-loving groupies would spend the day laughing and scheming.
But I was wrong......oh boy was I wrong!
In true clueless mother fashion, I forgot Weston's aversion to smells. If you would like to read more about Weston's super duper power of smell, click here.
Unfortunately with super smelling, comes an equally super aversion to powerful fragrances. The fart in a bottle was a far too overwhelming fragrance and the poor Weston nearly passed out from the intensity of the extract. He took a whiff, gagged and ran full speed to the garbage can where he quickly ditched the contents of the liquid fart along with the contents of his stomach into the trash can.
"Oh man," he exclaimed, his eyes watering heavily, "That is just some bad gas!"
I apologized to my sensitive son.
As usual, the ever-resilient Weston recovered quickly from his bout of bad gas.
But this bad mother moment goes down by far as my most memorable ever.