A Cerney Periodical

We will often fall more into the category of "minions" than parents for Brock. He will come up with some grand ideas and then and we are excepted to see that these ideas come into fruition. Here are some of his latest brain children.  First, Brock has been wanting to write a book, his mind and illustrations, my physical writing of his word instructions. "The tornado turned into Jupiter". He insisted upon some text on the back page. I explained the what the review quotes were; not sure if it sank in. The "no"sign means "no monster", not "do not read this trash".  This the exhaust pipe from a blimp. That Brock calls a "glimp".  Glimp, piloted by a blueberry, with an airbag, and water storage. Water storage is a reoccurring theme in Brock's art.  Brock instructed us to make an origami pineapple. Matt is the engineer. Matt was engineer again for this piece of work. He mig

Man, Brock is so lucky that both sets of aunts and uncles live in the coolest places. Seattle and San Fran. This round we headed to Cali to feast with the Thomas/Penko crew to reunite the cousins (after almost a year! oi oi oi). We arrived on Thanksgiving after swearing off Wednesday before turkey travel, and were rewarded. I was quite nervous as our United "Economy Plus" tickets had a caveat that families would not sit together and nothing was to be done about it. Apparently the "Plus" is in regards to headaches; seat assignments are given at random from left over middle seats during online check in. I stalked my time teller and checked in the minute it turned 24hours ahead. Either my timing paid off or, despite the threat, they do try to put children under 5 with a parent because we scored two seats together.  Upon arrival, citrus was harvested in the beautiful 64 degree weather in preparation for the feast.   Reunited with an old friend (I th