Fooled Into School 3 Weeks Ago

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Cool? Spool? Uh….What?

Yeah….School. That’s what it sounded like.

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.)

Always use your head. Okay…Maybe not always.

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BE AWARE:

Just like most kids my age and most dudes of any age, I sometimes put my head in places I probably shouldn’t.

“Okay. Mommy? Daddy? I told people I did this to myself. Can you please take this kid cone off of my head now? I promise to be good.”

Be aware. Be very aware. (PreK: Day 14)

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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.

Three Times A Charm: PreK: Week 3/Day 9

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Listen…..I’m not going anywhere until I finish this final scene for the movie I’m making: “Die Hard: The Slow Way” (Sequel #6). At this point…Bruce Willis could just pick his teeth and I’m going to make money.

Okay….How is my hair?

Uh Oh! It’s those darn steps again.

Mommy! I told you I’m not ready yet.

Come on. You know you want to pick me up.

Just because you gave birth to me, doesn’t mean you’re done carrying me around.

I know what I’m doing. (PreK: Day 8)

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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!!!!!

Brought A Girl Home: Preschool (Day 5)

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The day started off with me styling for school and turned into a DATE!

A play date.

Okay. I didn’t really bring a girl home.

She’s my wife. (Did we go to Vegas? I think I got married!)

She came to visit. We don’t live together, but we go to school together.

I think that’s plenty. You dudes know what I mean.

Here I am having flashbacks of her driving that bus again and taking my balls.

No respect!

Not again! I was quick to get my ball back this time.

I told her I had to go do important stuff.

She would have to stay home and take care of the animals.

My important stuff was basketball. Shhhh! Don’t tell.

Ready for the shot!

It’s up!

It’s in.

UHOH……I can feel her eyes on me.

I think I’m busted.

She was pretty mad. She threw the dog and left me.

I did what most guys do when their girl leaves them.

I sat down with some snacks and watched TV.

I hope she didn’t do anything crazy when she left.

Mom said to watch out for girls who wear animal prints.

Collect call from where? Jail?

I’m pretty sure my mommy and daddy wouldn’t want me talking to someone in jail.

Preschool: Day 2

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This was actually yesterday, but my mom is getting kind of up there in age, so it’s taking her a bit of time to get on the ball. Plus, she’s posting this late because my sister tried to grab all my thunder. She had a softball incident today and broke her finger. I break stuff all the time and keep moving on in life. I break toys, cups and even wind. You don’t see me whining about it. GIRLS! They just want all the attention.

(Anyway: Let’s get back to my day.)

Holy macaroni! This backpack is the size of me if I was doubled over.

Seriously guys. You couldn’t have found a bigger backpack for me?

I mean really. It only comes up to my waist.

Don’t worry.

I’ll suck it up because I’m a machine.

Oh my gosh sister!

Do you ever let me have a moment to myself?

How much attention do you need? Out of my shot!

I’ll have to give her this or she will never leave me alone.

I bet this was the moment she started planning her finger break thingy.

Just can’t let me shine. She had to put powder on it.

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.