All A Girl Could Ever Hope For...A Rock

Here is Ellie and her pet rock. Eleanor has many pet rocks, actually. Depending on the day she might have one favorite, two favorites or even a bowlful of pet rocks. They are gray, or brown or white....speckled, solid, round, small or big. The girl can't get enough of rocks! Luckily for her, rocks are the major component of our xeriscaped yard. Believe me, she could choose a new pet rock each day for hundreds of years without exhausting our supply. It's nice to finally have our rocks appreciated. They've been so underrated for too long. We are bringing back the Rock!


I guess I get it: they never talk back (like big sis might), easily fit in your pocket (unlike lil' brother who is increasingly difficult to drag around) and make cool noises when you throw them against breakable things (luckily our windows are strong). It is also entertainment she can independently choose, pay for, and own. Can't say that about too many things when you are 2 1/2 years old!

This is how I find Ellie throughout the day...lounging about...playing with her trusty rocks.

Ellie's rocks are always named. She usually recycles her two faves: Rocky and Rocco. This one was Rocco! Ahhh....for the love of Rocks!!!

oh, and i must say, mom, now i finally get the ridiculous straggly pony tails i used to have at age 3. i used to think you could have done more with my mangy top....now, after having eleanor beg for these pigtails i understand. there is no hope for a mostly-bald 2 year old. gotta do what you can do! someday she'll have hair, right? at least she's rockin' the look....no pun intended.