No thanks! I’m kind of booked up. I’m hanging with my dog.
I’m running with sticks, but only sharp ones.
I’m working on my dance moves. You’d be surprised how much fine tuning they need.
(Okay…..That did not work.)
Plan A: (smile)
Plan B: (intimidate)
Plan C: (heartfelt plea) “Mommy. You already doubled my speech each week and just about quadrupled my OT. Aren’t you worried you might be overworking my fragile self? Plus, you know I’ll miss you. School can’t give hugs like you. And….you’re so pretty, even when you aren’t.”
Serious?! Three days a week??!! And you’re going to work with me at home too??!! Well…..I take back that pretty part.
THEN IT WAS THE MORNING OF THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL:
Uh…..So you slept on it and still think it’s a good idea?
Mommy. My dinosaur might attack you if I’m not home to hold him back.
(None of it worked, so I did what people nowadays seem to do to get what they want. I took my clothes off. ……. Mommy put them back on. I didn’t think that far ahead.)
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.
It’s “The Mom” here. The surgical supplies are in for Justice.
We figured it would be cheaper to take care of it ourselves. Lucky kid gets to have a Flexible Laryngoscopy, Bilateral Myringotomy w/Tubes, Tonsillectomy and an Adenoidectomy after we get back from vacation at the end of this month.
I hope my Surgery For Dummies book comes in on time.
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.
I’m starting speech therapy in about a week, but I don’t really understand why. I mean….I’m not even talking yet. How do they know I’m even going to have a problem? Maybe I’ve got nothing to say. Maybe my mommy and daddy should be asking themselves why I don’t want to talk. Maybe they should all be in some kind of therapy.
I’d bet my Cheetos that my brothers and sister need some type of speech or social therapy way more than I do.
THIS IS WHAT MY BIGGEST BROTHER SOUNDS LIKE
THIS IS WHAT MY NEXT BIG BROTHER SOUNDS LIKE
THIS IS WHAT MY BIG SISTER SOUNDS LIKE
See what I mean. Doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe they want to make sure at least one of their kids speaks English and I’m their last hope. Yeah….that’s probably it.
Here’s a picture of me so you don’t leave without getting “justice”. My mommy thinks that’s funny. I don’t know why.