As you know, I'm back to the land of full-time teacher. It's a ride much like the ride of a parent. I wipe tears (6 times today), apply band-aids, (2 times today), tie shoes (okay, actually I have a rule that
I don't tie shoes ... because ... euughhh, do you know where those things have been dragged?), and of course impart wisdom on the young. It's up, it's down, it's fast and slow. But through it all those sweet little boys and girls remind me that
it's all for the right reasons. And I have my favorites. I know, we're not supposed to but come on, if you saw that chocolatey skin and big eyes looking up at you, you'd melt too.
One quick teacher story: Today I told a boy that his number was number nineteen. "No," he told me, "my number is a 1 and a 9."
Aww...
So here's the crappy thing. After finally getting my email/iPhone working again, my baby, my sweet, sweet Nikon baby has gone and died on me. (Sniff.) I can't help but notice the coincidence between my lovey Nikon's un-timely departure and the Husband getting his hands on it for the uber-excellent first day of school shots. And you know, I'm finding it really difficult to blog without some good, photographic evidence to support my stories.
So, I'll just have to go to the archives...
(which reminds me, where did my little babies go?)
She goes from being walked...
...to doing the walking.
