Sadie LOVES to throw rocks. She picked up the hobby back when we were living in D.C. and still finds enjoyment in flinging them into water, bushes, or ravines. When we moved back to San Diego we found that the only body of water in which to throw rocks was the ocean itself. Too bad there aren't any rocks on the beach. So Sadie has resorted to throwing rocks into bushes. We don't get the same "kaplunk" effect but she still gets a kick out of it. We are excited to go to Utah this month and head up to the family cabin where there are rocks as far as the eye can see. After seeing Sadie throw, Grandpa is convinced that she will one day liberalize baseball and be the first woman pitcher on the Boston Red Sox team. 
Check out that rock the camera caught in mid air. Look at that cute chubby little hand.
We meet as a group of women and kids down at East Mission Bay every Wednesday. The routine is to gather some rocks over by the parking lot then head down to the dock to throw them into the water. Sadie is WAY into it and, due to this enthusiasm, often neglects the nearby playground. 
I have turned into one of those moms (if they even exist) that looks for rocks everywhere she goes. Often times I will be in the car and see a big pile of perfect Sadie sized rocks and be tempted to pull over to gather them. I guess you could say we both have become quite obsessed with Sadie's new hobby.
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