Just like a regular dude:
I hang with my bro and play video games.
No cutesy comments from mommy today either. NO GIRLS ALLOWED!
Just like a regular dude……..I agree with brothers before mothers.
Before school yesterday I had to lay down the law with my cat.
“NO mice, snakes, birds or squirrels going through the pet door today. I know you think it’s a funny prank to lay them inside my toy box, but it ain’t. You’re going to give me nightmares.”
Go get that cat. He’s not allowed to walk away from me when I’m talking to him.
What? You aren’t going to help?
Forget you then. I’ll just walk to school. I know the way.
Okay. Maybe I was out of line yesterday, but I have a problem.
I’m hooked on the sauce. “FORM OF APPLESAUCE. SHAPE OF AN APPLE!”
My mommy thought that was funny. I guess you have to be old like her to understand.
And…….When I don’t get the sauce fast enough, I can rage.
People with down syndrome are not always happy. I’m so emotional, I could be my own Lifetime Channel.
P.S: Mommy said don’t feel bad. I am a big tantrum faker, especially when I don’t get my way. Just like regular dudes my age.
No post yesterday. I forgot.
Hey….Poop happens. I can’t remember everything.
I love elephants and they clearly love apple stuff like me, but I am not a memory magician. Okay. It was really my mommy’s fault, but I have to protect her. You know….because she’s my mommy.
So….Besides making you aware of me not being an elephant. Here’s something else you might not know. I don’t always wake up amazing looking or feeling. I know…I know….it’s hard to believe.
BUT……Just like a regular dude:
I sometimes need a little time to get myself together.
And…..Just like a regular dude, I sometimes put my hands places they don’t need to be, especially when others are in the room, watching and worse….taking pictures.
Getting ready for the day.
Nothing beats a good koozie to keep your juice nice and chill.
That looks about right.
I don’t need any unnecessary interruptions or lawsuits.
OMG! What the hoobastank!
I leave for five seconds and some doo doo head tries to brick up my beverage.
I won’t stand for this.
I’m calling the home office.
Someone is going down for this incompetence.
Can you hear the pain and suffering my drink went through?
The therapy for exacerbating the claustrophobia alone….. will bankrupt you.
Now you hold on one doggone minute.
I DO NOT HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM!!!
Do you hear that?
I’m drinking just fine. No problems at all.
Wow! That was a good one. I’m ready for another.
Hey. What’s this?
I’ve seen models use these with powdered sugar on glass.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Now that right there hits the spot.
Did you get all that Mr. Home Office.
Well. You can kiss my hiney.
Actually (hiccup), I’m using it now to keep balance.
You’re just gonna have to wait in line (hiccup) for kissing.
Too much fighting. I need another drink.
Not feeling good.
Can someone get me down?
Mommy? Daddy? I need a mouth diaper.
Mommy took this picture of me after I got home from school today. It was a half day, which for me meant only two hours. That was a good thing since I had to talk to my associate.
“Mom. I told you not to eavesdrop on my meetings with my consigliere.
There are some things…..you can’t unhear.”
I can get what I need.
See me at the big black thingie?
Look at how effortlessly I opened it with my tiny little fingers.
See how focused I am? I’m bending down and reaching for what I want.
Tortilla chips. My favorite.
Now you know how I get to this happy place.
I know where the snacks are kept.
I won’t starve.
October is National Down Syndrome Awareness Month.
To bring awareness, I’m gonna share something everyday that you may or may not know already. Don’t worry though……You can still stalk me at preschool. Scratch that. You can stalk my adventures on this blog. Stalking in real life will get you arrested you big dopey! And….That would be the nicer option.
This is me at about 6:30 this morning. Even in the most coffee necessary timeframe for most Americans, I am up and using technology. Okay. I might not have pants on, but I’m guessing a lot of people weren’t wearing any at that time either.
I can use an iPad just as well, if not better than any kid my age. I don’t lick it. I don’t try to eat it and I don’t throw it. It’s not like I’m an animal. I’m a responsible human being, who understands it’s a privilege to have electronics. AND……My family understands that keeping their limbs intact is a privilege they will quickly lose if they mess with my iPad privileges.