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. (?!)