Dear Mama, Let’s Talk About Me.Posted: July 19, 2013 Filed under: advocacy, Dear Mama, Down syndrome, parenting | Tags: Down syndrome, Everyday Life, humor, Milestones, Parenting, Trisomy 21 8 Comments
Let’s talk about me, shall we? I gotta be honest, ever since you calmed down with the whole “Down syndrome” thing, I feel like I’m not getting nearly as much attention as I should have. I mean, I guess you’re doing all this “advocacy” stuff, but honesty, that looks suspiciously similar to when you say you’re hanging out with your new online mama friends. Just sayin’. I don’t mind being a supernatural-angel-gift-from-God if that means I get all your attention. Wink, wink.
I’m getting big. I’m sticking to my percentiles like a good little barnacle. I am eating three meals a day, and that seems to make me a little constipated, nothing a little extra fruit and coconut oil can’t fix. I’m grabbing my feet,
spitting in people’s faces blowing raspberries, and laughing (but you gotta work hard for that, I don’t give laughs for free). I just recently regained the ability to roll from front to back (I’d lost it because I started doing a super bendy froggy leg move that stopped me from rolling when I was doing tummy time. I’m very bendy. I’m going to rock at yoga.) But really, I dislike rolling in general. I like stability. Who doesn’t? Why would I want to go rolling around and hitting my head all the time? Chipmunk does that and it looks ridiculous. She cries. Every. Time. Hello, sister. Stop bashing around and you won’t get hurt. Sheesh.
I know you’re taking me to get another sleep study. I’ll remind you that I was not a fan of that whole thing. Now that I’ve figured out how these arms and hands work, don’t think I’m going to go down easy. Civil disobedience, baby. Yeah, yeah, you’re not the government. Big diff.
So life around here is pretty good, huh? I yell, you feed me. I poop, you wipe my butt. I smile, you smile. When they’re not using me like a doll, my sisters are alright. I think the little one is funny, but I feel safer around the big one. For how funny the little one is, she’s a little unpredictable. My reaction time isn’t that swift yet, ya know? I’m working on it, but in the meantime, I make a formal request for a little more interference.
Is it time for more milk? My diaper is dirty.
The Little Pirate
that was the funniest damn thing ever, my niko is right up there with the whole ” um, its been five minutes since you spoke to me.” beautiful family you have.
Thank you! Sometimes I feel badly for putting words in the poor kid’s mouth, by hey, what fun would there be in parenting if I couldn’t?? I figure I’ll just try to stop it if he actually, you know, speaks for himself. ;)
Isn’t spitting in people’s faces the best?! Good luck with your next sleep study. I’m still mad at my mom for that one. Maybe I’ll start rolling again too…I think rolling is so overrated. Talk to ya later dude. – Cam
I know! All these grown ups are all obsessed with us doing all these things, what is wrong with chillaxing a little? Maybe we should start an anti sleep study revolution? I’d organize that, but my mom won’t let me have my own Facebook account. –LP
Um, I believe it’s illegal to have children that cute! :)
Owen says, “LP, the rolling thing is awesome. That’s how I got around for about 6 months or so. One time, dude, I even tried to roll down the stairs, but my mom totally stopped me–she’s such a kill joy. Work on your arms, man, and then you can army crawl. You’ll be so fast those gals you live with won’t be able to catch up with you. And yeah, ladies are SO unpredictable, I hear ya!”
Yeah, see, you learn a skill, then they’re all about keeping you down! Can’t win.
Oh my goodness, but are your children gorgeous!
Aw, thank you! Can’t really take credit, but since they aren’t allowed online lives yet, I thank you for them. ;)