tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post6597469018380323985..comments2023-09-06T01:10:30.561-07:00Comments on A Quiet Spot: I need a pocket-sized camcorderHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034180396689442335noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-89010040315354934162008-12-12T07:42:00.000-08:002008-12-12T07:42:00.000-08:00Aw. IT's sort of sad to think of all of the oceans...Aw. IT's sort of sad to think of all of the oceans of cuteness that we WILL forget by the time they grow up, but my mother assures me that it's actually a protective mechanism to help us surivive it. Okely dokely.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-52067840071573356062008-12-10T16:29:00.000-08:002008-12-10T16:29:00.000-08:00I have this experience every day with my 19 first ...I have this experience every day with my 19 first graders. I cringe and smile graciously while telling their parents, "I can't remember" while attempting to chronicle the significant events of their child's one's day. I have a few who are particularly observant and witty (without yet knowing it, of course) and I kick myself when I can't remember their one-liners on the drive home. I like to use the anecdotes I can remember to open my bi-monthly class parents' meeting. It's a nice ice breaker.<BR/><BR/>If I remember a good one, I'll try to share it.<BR/><BR/>Rhodala maestrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15339097116580267068noreply@blogger.com