The love of collecting rocks must be a genetic trait. I love to pick up stones that catch my eye and save them. I have all sorts of interesting rocks that remind me of certain places and times in my life. Today was a gorgeous day, so Dan and I took the girls outside to work in the yard. While we raked up sticks and leaves, Aveline scurried about picking up what I thought was rocks. But they weren't. So I don't have to be blatantly graphic, I will remind everyone that we have a lovely dog named Elvis, who loves to spend time in the yard. With a magazine. Making "rocks." A-hem.
That picture is definitely making the scrapbook.