Thursday, May 03, 2007

Loves Me Like a Rock

She has a dozen My Little Ponies, a hundred dolls to choose from and close to $100,000 worth of miscellaneous books and games and dress-up clothes. She has a playset in the yard, a trike, a wagon, two brothers to entertain her and a daddy who will get on all fours and pretend to be a dog all afternoon just to make her laugh.

And she plays with rocks.

My daughter comes home from school with pockets FULL of rocks. We went for a nature hike, and she collected nothing but rocks. Same thing at the garden centre, except we had to put THOSE rocks back because, "no no honey, you have to PAY for garden centre rocks" (they call it pea gravel, but its still 'rocks' to me.) She cried when her brother touched her "special" rock that, frankly, looked like every other one of her 34 identical grey rocks. She gives me handfuls of rocks as gifts, and leaves rocks all over the house. My washing maching and dryer are currently full of, you guessed it, rocks.

I asked her today what it was with her and rocks, and she said "I just yike them."

I asked her if maybe she thought they were pretty, and she laughed at me and said "Nooo" like I was a little slow.

So I said that maybe they looked a lot like jewels, and she said "Nooo" like I was abundantly stupid.

"So, you just yike them because you yike them?" I asked.

"Yup." She grinned, and then she left a handful of rocks on my bed and ran away.

So I am still puzzled, but as far as preschool obsessions go, rocks are kinda sweet and it's cheap to maintain and at least she's not eating them. By the way, I just looked up what a geologist makes: $70,000 to $109,000 per year. Hmm, Nattie, you keep yiking those rocks honey!


At 2:58 AM , Blogger Pope's Apprentice said...

It's also probably indicative of her character and her devotion to her family: like a ROCK. :)

At 5:33 PM , Blogger Amuse said...

Mine loves rocks too - we are currently into making a pretend stream with rocks (blue scarf with rocks placed alongside or inside) and Zen rock gardens in a little tray (I studied music theory with a man who had one in his living room. Cool . . . ). No, I know nothing about Zen rock gardens! Don't you love the way the rocks disappear into your carpet and you get that amazing deep inner foot massage when you least expect it (OW)?!

At 5:40 PM , Blogger Kimberly said...

This post is coming from the woman who once bemoaned her fate because this same little girl wanted to be a Princess when she grew up?

Trust me, rocks are cool. And who knows, this may be the beginning of a Tomboy phase.

Love the rocks, because sooner than you know it, that little cutie will be collecting boys!

At 12:07 PM , Blogger Alipurr said...

haven't stopped by in a while....busy school year...
anyway, love the rocks thing
my oldest daughter, almost 6, has what she calls collection rocks....mostly regular gray gravel from parking lots...

I am the mommy you hear in the parking lot saying, No, put that back...we can't take rocks from the parking lot! ha ha ha ha

At 9:46 PM , Blogger Sandy said...

I always had a collection of rocks until my ex used them in his jeweled wall of rocks which he cemented all my rocks in a wall.

I still collect them occasionally...and YES, I had a pet rock once.

At 5:35 AM , Blogger jellyhead said...

Hiya Franny...long time no write. Are you incredibly busy, or stressed to the max, or both?

Just thinking of you and hoping you're OK

XO Jelly

At 9:02 PM , Blogger Sandy said...

Franny where are you? I miss your funny posts. I hope you are okay and just busy.

At 2:55 PM , Blogger Mary said...

How adorable that your little on just "yikes rocks." I love kids and maybe one day she will be a geologist. You never know.

Enjoy her. The rock gifts she gives you are given from the heart. Cherish them. She will be grown and married before you know it.


At 5:34 PM , Blogger Sandy said...

Merry Christmas Frannie and I hope you come back to blogland sometime soon.
We miss you,


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