Okay…..Is anything in here?
Let me take a closer look.
Holy macaroni!
Where’d those things come from?
BE AWARE: I like to check things out.
toddler trouble
Not getting your way stinks! (PreK Day: 20)
I seriously didn’t wanna get out of bed today.
And I sure didn’t wanna go anywhere.
Mommy and Daddy made me go to school.
But…..Some really cool old dude came to my school and brought footballs. He had us practice throwing, catching and kicking. I caught the ball a lot, but I was grumpy, so I spent a lot of time hugging all the lady workers.
I’m no fool. (Just a regular dude.)
But…..I was still pretty grumpy when I got home. I just wanted to get on my tractor and be alone. Mommy wouldn’t let me drive it in the rain or off the porch steps.
Guys do dangerous stuff! I have guy urges.
I let her know what I thought of her decision.
Going Down With The Ship
There’s always an adventure in my world.
To wipe or not to wipe? That is the question.
Hey mommy! You know,
in a way, these are really MY wipes.
Backtalk? You mean backend talk?
(Okay. Clearly, no sense of humor. So now what?)
I’m cleaning up mommy.
(Ridiculous! She spends money on this other stuff.
She can’t buy me my own wipes?!!)
There’s the last one. Safe and sound mommy.
Look! I even shut the lid for you.
(Now I’m taking these with me, going in circles,
and confusing her with where I am. I’m not done with these yet.)
LOOK AT ME AT THE RACES! ARE YOU CARS READY!
ON YOUR MARK! GET SET!
GO!!!!!!
(I better put these back quick.)
(I get the feeling she’ll be needing these soon.)
I eat and drink too. Duh!
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.
Toothpaste anyone?
The mummy thing’s not working. Let’s see what’s up here.
Hmmmm? This is a strange looking sippy cup.
It looks safe enough.
Minty! It feels great on my gums too.
Oh….Hey mom. Just so you know. You suck as a babysitter.
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 