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.
I’m really sick of this down syndrome crap where people think that everything I do is super cute and amazing. Well…..It actually is, but not because I have down syndrome. I’m just all that and a bag of Cheetos. For those uneducated folks: Let me enlighten you.
Yes. I can feed myself with utensils, but I also like to pick food up with my hands. Before you judge my mess: I’m two and it’s frickin’ pasta, which is the equivalent of your ribs or sloppy joes. And the hand thing? My significantly older brother still eats pancakes with his hands. It’s called bad table manners, not a disability trait. Well….I do have my suspicions about him.
Okay. Now this is amazing. I must admit, most adults can’t balance their cups upside down with no hands. This is due to my “destined for greatness” chromosome.
See me feeding the dog? Yes, I know the difference between feeding the floor and feeding my pet. Crazy right??!! You should see the floor beneath my siblings after they eat something. Yucky!
Look at what I did here. I took my own bib off after I was done eating. Oooooooooo……….Ahhhhhhhhhh
And for the finale: I will take my bib and use it as a mask.Why? Because I can, I’m two-years-old and I have an imagination.