Just like a regular dude:
I like to rock out on instruments.
And……Just like a regular dude, I think I sound better than I really do.
Just like a regular dude:
I sometimes play with tools.
And…….Just like a regular dude, I sometimes put my fingers where they don’t belong.
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.”
BE AWARE:
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.
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.
TODAY was Grandparent’s Day at my school. All the old folks got to come in this morning and eat breakfast with us and take pictures. I think it’s fun for them because they are retired and bored.
My “genetic” grandparents were all unavailable. I guess they have a busy retirement. I decided to adopt a grandma. Who says you can’t pick your family? Actually……A lot of people say that, but I did, because I’m awesome.
Mommy! Look! I’m pretending to be you when you were on those angry-loopy pills.
“I am a mommy zombie. I will destroy you.”
Okay. Make sure I don’t fall. I know how to call social services.
Daddy. You can let go now.
We’ve been doing this for a few weeks now.
I guess mommy and daddy hung around since they had me in their 40’s. They could pass as grandparents.
And what is this? I get a lousy banana peel.
Um….Tastes like……
Well, it doesn’t taste like chicken.
I’m hiding it in this cup.
My adopted grandma gave me money.
Hmmm……It looks like the real thing.
Let me find some ladies so I can flash my money around.
Wait. Concentrate.
What did daddy tell me about wasting money on the ladies?
Get a haircut so you don’t look like Eddie Munster?
No. That’s not it, but that’s a good idea. Oh yeah……Don’t!
Grandma. I’m going to use the money to show you a magic trick instead.
Okay. Now you see it and now you don’t.
Pretty impressive right?
I bet you wanna know how I did that trick.
(“Daddy better pick that up before they figure me out.”)
Grandma was so impressed, she’s letting me play before school starts.
So you think an introduction is in order?
Grandma. It’s not real. I think I’m safe from being stung.
Oh no! We’ve been discovered.
That mommy is everywhere grandma. I can’t get anything by her.
Is it in the mommy manual to look so serious when kids just wanna have fun?
Okay daddy, we got this.
We don’t need mommy to make sure I get to school okay.
Follow me this way.
Pick up the pace daddy. We don’t want to be late.
You still there?
If I stop to look, it could really throw off my rhythm.
Look! We’re almost to the playground.
That’s the first thing we do when I get to school.
What? I didn’t know you and mommy talked to each other.
I guess I forgot we don’t play first.
Oops! My bad!
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.
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.
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!!!!!
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.
Tuesday must be MY day. Last Tuesday I did something pretty cool walking into school. I walked past the school buses and saw a kid outside. I decided to make a new friend. When I tried to say “hi” he accidently fell over. I didn’t mean to push him. Mommy and Daddy thought it was funny. Mommy said I was making a political statement. I’m not sure what she’s talking about. I like plastic people. Some of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten were from women who had some work done.
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Anyway…….This is where my 2nd great Tuesday begins.
I’m actually excited to get to the van.
I tried to get in the back where I usually ride, but mommy was taking pictures and said she couldn’t show me getting into the trunk.
“Okay mommy. I’ll play along.”
Here I am……ready to do amazing things like……say “SQUARE” in class today. I didn’t even say it to a kid to be mean. I was actually saying it to a shape. I don’t know if you think that’s cool or not, but it is. It is!
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 