Tuesday must be MY day. Last Tuesday I did something pretty cool walking into school. I walked past the school buses and saw a kid outside. I decided to make a new friend. When I tried to say “hi” he accidently fell over. I didn’t mean to push him. Mommy and Daddy thought it was funny. Mommy said I was making a political statement. I’m not sure what she’s talking about. I like plastic people. Some of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten were from women who had some work done.
Anyway…….This is where my 2nd great Tuesday begins.
I’m actually excited to get to the van.
I tried to get in the back where I usually ride, but mommy was taking pictures and said she couldn’t show me getting into the trunk.
“Okay mommy. I’ll play along.”
Here I am……ready to do amazing things like……say “SQUARE” in class today. I didn’t even say it to a kid to be mean. I was actually saying it to a shape. I don’t know if you think that’s cool or not, but it is. It is!
This was actually yesterday, but my mom is getting kind of up there in age, so it’s taking her a bit of time to get on the ball. Plus, she’s posting this late because my sister tried to grab all my thunder. She had a softball incident today and broke her finger. I break stuff all the time and keep moving on in life. I break toys, cups and even wind. You don’t see me whining about it. GIRLS! They just want all the attention.
(Anyway: Let’s get back to my day.)
Holy macaroni! This backpack is the size of me if I was doubled over.
Seriously guys. You couldn’t have found a bigger backpack for me?
I mean really. It only comes up to my waist.
I’ll suck it up because I’m a machine.
Oh my gosh sister!
Do you ever let me have a moment to myself?
How much attention do you need? Out of my shot!
I’ll have to give her this or she will never leave me alone.
I bet this was the moment she started planning her finger break thingy.
Just can’t let me shine. She had to put powder on it.
So my mommy has this idea about taking a picture of me every single day of my school life and posting it here. We’ll see if she can follow through.
If she does (pick one):
Glad you dig me.
If she doesn’t (pick one):
I’ll send you a sympathy card.
My first day of preschool was yesterday. I missed the first week because I’m too cool for school and I wanted to be fashionably late. OR…..It was because I had my tonsils out and other stuff. I like the first reason better.
I have no clue my parents are getting ready to abandon me and leave me in the hands of total strangers. It’s just another photo op for me.
I’m Justice and I’m four months shy of the Big Three. That’s years if you weren’t sure. Let me tell you what’s going on here. My family is coming with me and participating in the Buddy Walk (for Down Syndrome) in Northern Virginia this September. Are you ready to hear our team name? We are the “Justice League”. Yep. I think that’s a pretty cool name my mommy’s friend picked.
Here is the 411 if any of you still use that nowadays.
I’m walking with my family in the Northern Virginia Buddy Walk, to show my support for the more than 350,000 individuals with Down syndrome in the United States. I want to do my part to make sure that each individual is given every opportunity to reach their full potential.
Every step I take, every dollar I raise will help ensure that each individual with Down syndrome in the United States will be able to do just that. Last year alone, over $11.75 million dollars were raised nation-wide for local and national programs.
Your involvement in the Buddy Walk — by walking with me or by sponsoring me — will make steps for a brighter tomorrow for all individuals with Down syndrome.
Thank you for supporting me — and all individuals with Down syndrome.
Ignoring the need to give? Well…”Ain’t nobody got time for that.” I’m Just-Ice, and I approve this message.
So……I have a friend, a friend that happens to be a girl. Her name is Jules and she’s a super-cute blonde. I heard blondes have more fun, so I thought we would have a great time hanging out on our play date. BUT……I noticed some changes in our relationship.
You know, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m 2.5 years-old and I’ve heard some things. Like, I know my mommy and daddy are married and now I’m wondering: Am I married too?