It’s Monday? Where’d the weekend go?

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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.

This regular dude is hooked on the sauce. (PreK 17 & 18)

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Before school yesterday I had to lay down the law with my cat.

“NO mice, snakes, birds or squirrels going through the pet door today. I know you think it’s a funny prank to lay them inside my toy box, but it ain’t. You’re going to give me nightmares.”

Go get that cat. He’s not allowed to walk away from me when I’m talking to him.

What? You aren’t going to help?

Forget you then. I’ll just walk to school. I know the way.

Okay. Maybe I was out of line yesterday, but I have a problem.

I’m hooked on the sauce. “FORM OF APPLESAUCE. SHAPE OF AN APPLE!”

My mommy thought that was funny. I guess you have to be old like her to understand.

And…….When I don’t get the sauce fast enough, I can rage.

BE AWARE:

People with down syndrome are not always happy. I’m so emotional, I could be my own Lifetime Channel.

P.S: Mommy said don’t feel bad. I am a big tantrum faker, especially when I don’t get my way. Just like regular dudes my age.

Drinking On The Job: It happens!

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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.

Momma’s giving me da boot. (PreK: 10/11)

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DAY: 10

Seriously…..Instead of talking to the hand, my mom is making me talk to the boot. She had surgery yesterday. It must have made her very tired because she is laying around and sleeping a lot. OR…..She’s really lazy.

No pictures of me before school yesterday, but here I am trying to get my mommy to pay me some attention.

DAY: 11

Daddy took me to school today. Here I am standing outside the joint.

I’m double dog daring him to make me go inside.

Okay….I’ll go, but first I’m pulling out the dance moves.

Gotta do something before I walk through the doors.

Seriously?: Preschool Day 4

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You’re kidding right? What do you mean this is the last day “this week”?

When is this school thing going to end?

Next thing you know……You’re going to tell me I have to go until I’m like twenty!

UHHHHH…..Why aren’t you laughing?

A Little Foul Play: Preschool Day 3

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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.

Someone’s Getting Schooled! (Day: 1)

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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):

Sorry!
Glad you dig me.

If she doesn’t (pick one):

Lucky you.
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.

Buddy Walk with me.

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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.

DONATE BY FOLLOWING THIS LINK

Please select Team Name: Justice League or Participant: Justice Lyons

SPREAD THE WORD TO OTHERS AND LET’S DO THIS!!!!!!

Going Down With The Ship

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There’s always an adventure in my world.

Did we go to Vegas? I think I got married!

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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?