Lately, rocks have become a big deal at our house. It's probably partly my fault for loving the rocks at the beach in Montenegro so much that I brought some home. But I like to think I'm discriminating in my rock love.
Eleanor and Isaac love every rock they meet equally. They bring many, many rocks home. Eleanor has taken to painting them on the balcony. We have bags of them on the living room floor. Piles of them in the bedroom.
I finally put down my foot and told Eleanor she had to choose one spot for rocks.
So she did.