Did you miss me? I’ve been gone awhile. Just like with most stuff, it’s mommy’s fault. Maybe daddy’s fault too. I don’t know. It’s not mine. Do you want to hear all about my adventures? Okay….First…
Oh Shitake Mushroom…..Mommy is making me go to school. Guess you don’t get to hear my stories now. See what I mean. Not my fault!
Seriously?
It’s time for school again.
I thought that break thing was permanent.
Uh mommy……I really think this tire is going to be lonely if I leave.
What? You don’t care?
Just give me a minute mommy. I need time with my tire.
Dear God, up in the sky…..my mommy doesn’t understand. Please give her the brains she needs. Also…..can you make sure my tire is safe during this cold time and is not too lonely when I am being made to go to school? Maybe you could do something, like make it super cold tomorrow so school is closed and I don’t have to leave my tire again. Just think about it. I know you are busy trying to fix my brothers and sister, but if you have time……. And…..don’t forget my mommy’s brains. I heard she lost her mind. That’s the word around the house. Please help with that too. Thanks God.
AMEN……
I’m ready, but I’m not happy.
And…..Are you sure you’re taking me straight to school? My left hand is tucked into my coat again. You aren’t going to take me to the corner to get money again………are you?
Be honest mommy. I might need to pray again.
(UPDATE: Thanks for making it super cold. School is closed tomorrow.)
TODAY was Grandparent’s Day at my school. All the old folks got to come in this morning and eat breakfast with us and take pictures. I think it’s fun for them because they are retired and bored.
My “genetic” grandparents were all unavailable. I guess they have a busy retirement. I decided to adopt a grandma. Who says you can’t pick your family? Actually……A lot of people say that, but I did, because I’m awesome.
Mommy! Look! I’m pretending to be you when you were on those angry-loopy pills.
“I am a mommy zombie. I will destroy you.”
Okay. Make sure I don’t fall. I know how to call social services.
Daddy. You can let go now.
We’ve been doing this for a few weeks now.
I guess mommy and daddy hung around since they had me in their 40’s. They could pass as grandparents.
And what is this? I get a lousy banana peel.
Um….Tastes like……
Well, it doesn’t taste like chicken.
I’m hiding it in this cup.
My adopted grandma gave me money.
Hmmm……It looks like the real thing.
Let me find some ladies so I can flash my money around.
Wait. Concentrate.
What did daddy tell me about wasting money on the ladies?
Get a haircut so you don’t look like Eddie Munster?
No. That’s not it, but that’s a good idea. Oh yeah……Don’t!
Grandma. I’m going to use the money to show you a magic trick instead.
Okay. Now you see it and now you don’t.
Pretty impressive right?
I bet you wanna know how I did that trick.
(“Daddy better pick that up before they figure me out.”)
Grandma was so impressed, she’s letting me play before school starts.
So you think an introduction is in order?
Grandma. It’s not real. I think I’m safe from being stung.
Oh no! We’ve been discovered.
That mommy is everywhere grandma. I can’t get anything by her.
Is it in the mommy manual to look so serious when kids just wanna have fun?
We’re leaving.
I’m ready. Are you?
I know.
We’re going outside. DUH!!!
How did you get in front of me like that?
That’s kind of creepy.
Okay. Well…..I’ve got my ride.
Can I get a boost up?
MY SCHOOL DAY: playing, eating, private stuff, speech, occupational therapy
SPEECH: I signed the word more and said the word “pop” several times when playing with bubbles today. That bubble play with mommy is paying off.
AND NOW…….I’M READY FOR BED!!!!!
There’s no way I’m carrying this thing down those steps.
I don’t even walk down these steps.
Well Thomas, I never knew you were a flying train.
Nice landing. My juice box is still in one piece.
Okay. I’ve got this now. Feels a little lighter than yesterday.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”
“Mommy! Daddy! It’s over there.”
My fake “look at that” worked. I’m making a run for it.
“Uh…..I don’t remember running. I was just stretching my legs.”
This is poopy! I need longer legs.
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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.
Please select Team Name: Justice League or Participant: Justice Lyons
SPREAD THE WORD TO OTHERS AND LET’S DO THIS!!!!!!
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!!!!
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I’m really sick of this down syndrome crap where people think that everything I do is super cute and amazing. Well…..It actually is, but not because I have down syndrome. I’m just all that and a bag of Cheetos. For those uneducated folks: Let me enlighten you.
Yes. I can feed myself with utensils, but I also like to pick food up with my hands. Before you judge my mess: I’m two and it’s frickin’ pasta, which is the equivalent of your ribs or sloppy joes. And the hand thing? My significantly older brother still eats pancakes with his hands. It’s called bad table manners, not a disability trait. Well….I do have my suspicions about him.
Okay. Now this is amazing. I must admit, most adults can’t balance their cups upside down with no hands. This is due to my “destined for greatness” chromosome.
See me feeding the dog? Yes, I know the difference between feeding the floor and feeding my pet. Crazy right??!! You should see the floor beneath my siblings after they eat something. Yucky!
Look at what I did here. I took my own bib off after I was done eating. Oooooooooo……….Ahhhhhhhhhh
And for the finale: I will take my bib and use it as a mask. Why? Because I can, I’m two-years-old and I have an imagination.
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 
