Now let me get back to my business.
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:
I stood up on stage with my class. No one held me or my hand.
I didn’t get scared with everyone watching me.
I didn’t cry when the kid beside me started to wail.
I didn’t sing the words, but I moved my lips. I think that’s what most people do on stage.
In the end…..everyone cheered and clapped.
BE AWARE: I am a performer. BUT….You probably knew that.
I’ll tell you where it went…..to pieces. It was picked up by a tornado called “My Parents” and tossed around like a rag doll. I’ll try to lay some of the scraps out for you. I was able to rescue a few moments with things you should be aware of.
Friday night: I was playing Peekaboo with a STRANGER while waiting in line at a department store my mommy and daddy took me too.
BE AWARE: I play games and interact with the human race.
Saturday: That was a pretty big day for me. It was our Fall Festival parade and I was on a float for Special Olympics. I’m in the back sitting on mommy’s lap.
BE AWARE: I’m an athlete.
I’ll be a Young Athlete for Special Olympics until I’m eight-years-old. Then…..I can compete in stuff.
LOOK! We have a big torch and everything.
I didn’t think we should throw candy without testing it first.
BE AWARE: I care about public safety.
BE AWARE: I learn stuff.
Sunday: Mommy drew a circle on the left. She did okay, but a little messy.
My circle is on the right. I think mine is just as good. I even added some extra stuff just because.
Today (PreK/Day 21): Here I am this morning, checking the safety of the tunnel before my train goes through.
BE AWARE: I can get away with not wearing a shirt.
Now…..I am getting ready for school. I was pretty late (1.5 hours).
Someone, this friend I know…….Yeah that’s it, woke me up a few times during the night. They made me jump around, throw stuff out of my crib and kick the rails. This happened a few times. Mommy let me sleep in.
BE AWARE: I try to figure things out for myself, like putting on my “special shoes”. OR….Playing with the Velcro straps because it’s cool to do that.
Mommy took this picture of me after I got home from school today. It was a half day, which for me meant only two hours. That was a good thing since I had to talk to my associate.
“Mom. I told you not to eavesdrop on my meetings with my consigliere.
There are some things…..you can’t unhear.”
I can get what I need.
See me at the big black thingie?
Look at how effortlessly I opened it with my tiny little fingers.
See how focused I am? I’m bending down and reaching for what I want.
Tortilla chips. My favorite.
Now you know how I get to this happy place.
I know where the snacks are kept.
I won’t starve.
The day started off in the usual way.
I was working on my going to school strut.
I’ve got a spring in my step and a groove in my move.
Here’s my cubby at school. Don’t be jealous!
THEN the work began.
My mommy picked me up at school and caught me in the kitchen working.
They called it occupational therapy. Then someone whispered something about collating papers tomorrow and calling it physical therapy.
Do I need to start a union?
I guess mommy thought working was a good idea.
She said I had to hold these cushions up with my back until she was
done washing the covers.
Now she’s making me go up the stairs to my room…..to take a nap.
“Hello lady, I need a little help here!”
Before I went to bed, I had to work on my farm magnets.
Then…….I had to work on covering up my dignity with my flashlight.
I’ve got a diaper on now, so it’s all good.
No napping until I do my “monsters in the closet” checking job.
I think my flashlight is dying.
Oh well. I guess I have to work for batteries now.