All dressed up with nowhere to go….(not awake that is)

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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.

Pirates are crazy!!!

And that green band is not a pass to drink Rum.

(WINK WINK)

To wipe or not to wipe? That is the question.

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Hey mommy! You know,

in a way, these are really MY wipes.

Backtalk? You mean backend talk?

(Okay. Clearly, no sense of humor. So now what?)

I’m cleaning up mommy.

(Ridiculous! She spends money on this other stuff.

She can’t buy me my own wipes?!!)

There’s the last one. Safe and sound mommy.

Look! I even shut the lid for you.

(Now I’m taking these with me, going in circles,

and confusing her with where I am. I’m not done with these yet.)

LOOK AT ME AT THE RACES! ARE YOU CARS READY!

ON YOUR MARK! GET SET!

GO!!!!!!

(I better put these back quick.)

(I get the feeling she’ll be needing these soon.)

World Down Syndrome Day 2013: Get down with Down Syndrome!

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My siblings wore these cool shirts to school today.

They rock…….almost as much as me.

They also wore their crazy socks to raise awareness for down syndrome.

Lots of Socks is the theme today for World Down Syndrome Day!!!!

My first official piece of artwork!

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This is me getting ready to try my hand at art.

This is my proof of success.

Before you ask: No. This is not for sale!

My Magnificent Milestones

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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.

I CAN…..

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 guilty party … 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.

Even cuteness takes a break.

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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.

Justice the musician?

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Feast your eyes on my magical talents.

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TADA!

Say the “R-word” and see what happens.

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I thought he was a nice kid

But then he went too far

He said an ugly word

It began with an “R”

o

I looked him in the eye

I said: Do I look amused?

Take a closer look fool

This mess ain’t from food

The last time, I remember

It happened oh so fast

The anger, flowing emotions

I went Mowgli on his ass

(mommy typed that word)

Don’t believe me

I’m not holding gruel

I’d offer you some bites

If you’re a cannibal

DISCLAIMER: Okay. Maybe I am a little bit of a fibber, but this could happen, someday to someone. Don’t use the “R-word”! It’s not fun…for anyone. Oh….And it just makes you sound like a poopie head.

Who’s the saint? I AM!

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Yeah, yeah, yeah…..In the beginning I heard a lot of nonsense about my parents being saints and how wonderful my siblings were to me. Blah, blah, blah I say (…or would say).

Let me tell you something people. I’m the saint. I’m the best thing that every happened to those poor souls. My family is crazy, loud and all kinds of….did I say crazy?

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
				1	2	3
4	5	6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15	16	17
18	19	20	21	22	23	24
25	26	27	28	29	30

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.

I CAN…..

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 guilty party … 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.

I thought he was a nice kid

But then he went too far

He said an ugly word

It began with an “R”

I looked him in the eye

I said: Do I look amused?

Take a closer look fool

This mess ain’t from food

The last time, I remember

It happened oh so fast

The anger, flowing emotions

I went Mowgli on his ass

(mommy typed that word)

Don’t believe me

I’m not holding gruel

I’d offer you some bites

If you’re a cannibal

DISCLAIMER: Okay. Maybe I am a little bit of a fibber, but this could happen, someday to someone. Don’t use the “R-word”! It’s not fun…for anyone. Oh….And it just makes you sound like a poopie head.

Yeah, yeah, yeah…..In the beginning I heard a lot of nonsense about my parents being saints and how wonderful my siblings were to me. Blah, blah, blah I say (…or would say).

Let me tell you something people. I’m the saint. I’m the best thing that every happened to those poor souls. My family is crazy, loud and all kinds of….did I say crazy?

Before I was even born, I was stressed out by the nonsense I heard.

Proof:” I can’t believe I’m going to have to deal with this. Can I stay in here a little longer? Like forever?”

This one here. I can’t understand half the things that come out of his mouth.

I’ve learned to pretend to be asleep when I’m around him.

Brother #2 cant read a story with enthusiasm to save his life.

I’m constantly reminding him to stay in character. How infuriating!!!

And this girl……Well she is a real problem.

Every time my “real” mom turns around, she steps in to be Mommy at Large.

Her hugs are lethal. Do my cries for help fall on deaf ears?

NOW…….This is what happens when your siblings find out you’re talking trash (truth) about them.

Mom and Dad just say: “Kids will be kids.”