World Down Syndrome Day 2013: Get down with Down Syndrome!

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My siblings wore these cool shirts to school today.

They rock…….almost as much as me.

They also wore their crazy socks to raise awareness for down syndrome.

Lots of Socks is the theme today for World Down Syndrome Day!!!!

Even cuteness takes a break.

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My house has been invaded by the germ monster and I’ve been his favorite. Mommy has been nice by not taking pictures of me. Plus, my cuteness (looks and mostly mood) faded because of yuckies anyway. The doctor said it would come back. In the meantime, mommy said she is working on something to put on here, but I don’t know how cute it will be. I guess not as cute as me.

I’ve been hearing stuff about Momma Bear lately. So…..I love my mom and I thought this is what she is gonna be.

But the more I listen…….Well……I think she might end up being more like this momma bear.

I’m glad she loves me and is on my side of things.

Say the “R-word” and see what happens.

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I thought he was a nice kid

But then he went too far

He said an ugly word

It began with an “R”

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I looked him in the eye

I said: Do I look amused?

Take a closer look fool

This mess ain’t from food

The last time, I remember

It happened oh so fast

The anger, flowing emotions

I went Mowgli on his ass

(mommy typed that word)

Don’t believe me

I’m not holding gruel

I’d offer you some bites

If you’re a cannibal

DISCLAIMER: Okay. Maybe I am a little bit of a fibber, but this could happen, someday to someone. Don’t use the “R-word”! It’s not fun…for anyone. Oh….And it just makes you sound like a poopie head.

Who’s the saint? I AM!

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Yeah, yeah, yeah…..In the beginning I heard a lot of nonsense about my parents being saints and how wonderful my siblings were to me. Blah, blah, blah I say (…or would say).

Let me tell you something people. I’m the saint. I’m the best thing that every happened to those poor souls. My family is crazy, loud and all kinds of….did I say crazy?

Before I was even born, I was stressed out by the nonsense I heard.

Proof:” I can’t believe I’m going to have to deal with this. Can I stay in here a little longer? Like forever?”

This one here. I can’t understand half the things that come out of his mouth.

I’ve learned to pretend to be asleep when I’m around him.

Brother #2 cant read a story with enthusiasm to save his life.

I’m constantly reminding him to stay in character. How infuriating!!!

And this girl……Well she is a real problem.

Every time my “real” mom turns around, she steps in to be Mommy at Large.

Her hugs are lethal. Do my cries for help fall on deaf ears?

NOW…….This is what happens when your siblings find out you’re talking trash (truth) about them.

Mom and Dad just say: “Kids will be kids.”