Friday, December 14, 2007

what's with this?

the other night the dryer was exceptionally loud. garrett stopped it once to see if a shoe was inside but couldn't find anything. later i do the laundry. the noise maker was a huge rock. what the?!? later that day, i pull back the covers to alex's bed. it's the rock. i take it outside. again. still later that day, i walk down the hall and stub my toe on the same rock. nice.

i remember when bailey was like 2 and she had a rock fetish. she would sneak outside to the
front yard and come back in with a mouth full of rocks. any time we walked in from the car, she'd somehow manage to stuff some in. i'd do an occasional mouth sweep and throw the things in the front yard, then lock the door. after a while i got sick of going outside to throw them out, so i'd put them in this container i had in the hall. i remember cleaning it out at one time and laughing at how many rocks it held. she slowly stopped the rock thing. however, a few months ago, she gave herself a bloody tongue from licking some random rock that was the anchor for alex's b-day balloons. (?!)


Meredith said...

That is pretty strange. Hilarious, but strange.

Sloopy Farkle-Tush said...

Ok . . . I have a confession to make . . . I think they get their 'rock fetish' from me. My mom tells a story of when I was 1 year old: She kept finding little rocks on my pillow after my nap and she couldn't figure out where they were coming from. So one day she was vaccuming in the house and looked out the window and saw me sitting on the lawn putting little rocks up my nose. She ran outside, brought me inside, stuck the vaccum hose on my nose and 'plink plink plink' sucked the rocks outta my nose. Scared me to death and I wouldn't go near a vaccum for months afterwards. But it also cured the "rocks up the nose thing."

We all pass on special traits - down through the generations - but MY traits ROCK!!

Meredith said...

Thanks for the birthday wishes, Amy & Alex!
Connie, that story is just rib-cracking funny!

Shannon said...

Oh my gosh Amy we have a rock in our house...they have named him Fred. He is everywhere...I throw him outside all the time but always ends up in my house somehow. That is too funny it happens in your house too!

Lindsay Ann said...

you made me laugh when i read this post. you gotta love kids!

Laura & Jimmy said...

oh dear. what a classic kid story! i thought Carson had a rock fetish... but we've never had a pet rock in the house...... :oD