If I had a nickle for every rock Sam's thrown, I'd be rich woman.

He has an absolute fascination for rocks, especially BIG rocks. He's taken to collecting them. He'll haul a rock that is almost the size of his head back from the local park-nearly 10 blocks away.

I had a grand afternoon with him today down at our favorite place under the bridge in the beaver park.

It was sunny and beautiful, but I was still feeling blue. I sat and meditated for a while, but my ribs hurt and I felt uncomfortable, squirrelly... So I stood up and started doing some walking meditation along the river bank. Back and forth, back and forth, while Sam attempted to dam the river-quite patiently, I thought, though he kept wondering why it just kept flowing right over the rocks he was trying to stop it with.

After a while, he noticed me marching up and down and asked me why... I told him I was meditating. He came up and stood in my path, I pushed by him. He spread out his arms and legs and stood in the path again and again. I kept walking past him. Finally he started to drag up these big rocks from the streambed and plopped them in a line across the path.

"A mamadam!" I said, laughing. "But, mamas are like water, kiddo, they just flow right over it." I stepped over.

He thought it was pretty funny. He said he wished he could lift the REALLY huge boulders from the river.

Just what I need, really huge boulders in my path!

Too funny, and actually, it WAS just what I needed. We had an awesome, muddy, wet, sunny afternoon together.

Love my boy.