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I’m totally think our next IEP should involve a little crafting too…

 

 

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It’s a Brain Hat!

 

 

Seriously, though.  I think this might just be the coolest brain craft I’ve seen to date!  In fact, the kids and I’ll be making our own when we study anatomy later this year.  Of course Trevy’s will have one side that’s all black except for the word “miracle” floating around where his left hemisphere should be.  Click me to learn how to make onea these bad boys yourself.

 

 

…danielle

Comments

blogzilly said…
That's a fantastic idea. I wonder if the folks administering the IEP could have a sense of humor about it. I've known some that would, some that would not.

Nifty hat though. :)
Danielle said…
I don't think anyone would be offended...but the reality is if they were those would be the ones that I think need a good brain education the most.

Happy you're still alive!

...danielle
Anonymous said…
I love the brain hat. I'm making one this weekend to have for a parent education prop. I'm also thinking about it for a Halloween costume... do you think any one would get that I'm a neuranatomy geek???
Danielle said…
Patricia...I think it would be an AWESOME Halloween costume AND as a parent education prop! I wish I'da found it sooner!

...danielle
Anonymous said…
Uhm, I like it!

Came over to share this post:

http://tazjaksha.blogspot.com/2011/09/eses-research-articles.html

Neurogeeking over here. ;)

Barbara
Anonymous said…
Love it!
Busy making my own to show Henry's school :)

kt x

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