A Cerney Periodical

Look at the little lady's polite dexterity as she navigates, quite successfully, a fork! Chicken. Curry. Is. No. Match. 

We have been wed for eight years now (plus the months it took me to post this). Our annual tradition is to return to where the grand event took place, in Berrien County Michigan to stay at our favorite B&B and visit the usual fall haunts. This year we almost didn't make it. First, we had to move one of the weekends, and we didn't know which so we juggled when to actually go. Then, we couldn't turn on the news without hearing about the dreaded Triple E, a mosquito born disease that kills you or destroys your brain and there is no cure. And they had found 9 cases in Berrien County. WEEEEE!!!! I was not feeling great about it but I also did not want to be paranoid, so onward we went. Brock collects chicken eggs for breakfast. Note the blue-ish one. We ate that one the next morning. Apples are always on the agenda, and we always go to Treemendus Fruit to partake of the harvest bounty. Did I mention that we are absolutely drenched in deet and are all covered save

I'm so far behind in the blog, my deepest apologies fair friends and family. So I give you this as I sort through the Christmas pictures (and Thanksgiving and our anniversary...) Alice likes dancing and has a little sound box that has one button that Brock and I always dance to. She has now taken it over.