First of all: Did you miss me? I knew we’d make it back okay. And…..it was the same way we left, not by a rescue boat or plane. That would’ve been cool though.
Here we are…..so excited to leave. But why am I between two moving ships? I’m sure some disability protection act or something was really violated there.
One night we got to dress up a little and go to the dining room.
This is my mommy and daddy.
Daddy hates this picture, but mommy posts anything she doesn’t hate of herself. See those eyebrows? In the car, on the way to the ship, she started tweezing. She forgot to take off the old powder/pencil stuff she had on. She thought she had more eyebrows than she really did. How silly!
After…..she looked like a sleepover prank gone wrong (..or right). They don’t make toupees for brows, so she had to pencil them in. Why does she get to draw on herself and I can’t? Grownups are so funny!
These are my crazy brothers and my insane sister. They wish they were as cute and popular as me. It was like Cheers. Everybody knew my name.
(But where am I?)
Well…..The night before I partied an itsy-bitsy-bit too much with this pirate I met.He was really friendly. He must have tweezed his moustache away, because he drew on his face too.
I wasn’t up for dining in my fancy clothes the next night.
Milestones are big news for kids, but especially kids with a disability. I don’t know why? It’s not like we are bionic or science experiments, but how cool would being bionic be? Too cool!
Anyway……I just started walking, but I’m pretty good at it. I feed myself with some mess and I’m deciding if I want to start talking or not. Basically, I’m the mysterious, hot dude outside the lunch room wearing a leather jacket. I’ll do what I want, when I want. NO peer pressure for me.
But…..I do have some stuff I’m pretty proud of that I want to share with you. I’m only 28 months old and I’m not trying to make anyone jealous, so I am sorry if I do.
dance on my back, on a bed, while laughing
determine if I look fat in my clothes without anyone’s help
drink from a big cup that has flowers on it … I’m secure in my manhood.
flush the toilet … I don’t use it yet, but I’m light-years ahead of kids 2-20 times my age on the flushing part.
create mathematically and architecturally amazing stool forts
use a flashlight to irritate the dog and entertain myself
point the finger at the guiltyparty …The blame game is a true childhood milestone that some never outgrow.
put the toilet paper back after ripping it out … It’s called redemption.
do the sidewinder grin, which is quite challenging … It’s actually the first step in learning ventriloquism.
use Cheetos to become a Sabertooth tiger
show my guns off for the ladies … We all know that is the most impressive milestone of them all.
My house has been invaded by the germ monster and I’ve been his favorite. Mommy has been nice by not taking pictures of me. Plus, my cuteness (looks and mostly mood) faded because of yuckies anyway. The doctor said it would come back. In the meantime, mommy said she is working on something to put on here, but I don’t know how cute it will be. I guess not as cute as me.
I’ve been hearing stuff about Momma Bear lately. So…..I love my mom and I thought this is what she is gonna be.
But the more I listen…….Well……I think she might end up being more like this momma bear.
I’m glad she loves me and is on my side of things.