I got the ball.
It’s mine.
I’m going for the pass.
And it’s up.
Another sweet catch.
Touchdown!
The big game made me tired.
It’s hard being an athletic superstar.
But when you are…..
You can afford to buy big game, like elephants
…..and take naps with them.
Siegfried and Roy? Whatever!
I will tell you where they are. They are in my living room, dressed like lions and dancing in circles with girls dressed as fairy princess ballerina something or others.
They are scary and fierce, especially when they get on their laptops. They may be sending spam, chain letters or worse than that…….boring status updates on Facebook.
Sometimes, they take off their fur and hide among the regular folks.
“What? You’ve never seen the spoon on the nose trick? I’m not allowed to improvise?”
BE AWARE: DON’T FEED THE ANIMALS!
It seems like my School Days (25 – 30) have been a big blur for my mommy. It’s no fun to have a mommy who is fuzzy headed. I don’t mean like one of those Chia pets either. That would actually be fun because I could cut her hair and it would grow back. I could play with scissors and not be in trouble.
Oh well…..I’ve been taking up dancing since my mommy has been out of it. Daddy has been off of work to help mommy. Someone has to bring home the bacon. That’s funny because my daddy is a pig. I don’t get it, but that’s what people say.
Here is my routine. Cue the music.
.
A little side glance and a pause in action for dramatic flair.
Okay…..That’s it. We don’t have a license for anything else.
Daddy decided I needed an education first. Headed to school this morning after a late night of dancing. I have to have my energy drink.
I guess Daddy needed my energy drink too. See ya suckers!
This is me…..today…..after church.
I went on stage with my class (2/3-year-olds) and we sang a song and held up signs. Okay….I didn’t hold up any of the signs and I didn’t sing the words, but I did do some other things.
What I did do:
In the end…..everyone cheered and clapped.
BE AWARE: I am a performer. BUT….You probably knew that.
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?
Can you?
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.
(burp)
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.
I’m fired?
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.
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.
BE AWARE:
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.
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!
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 