A Cerney Periodical

Holly left for Poland one week ago today. The wonderful Witkacy Theatre in Zakopane is having their 30th anniversary festival , and they loved Holly (and yes, the rest of the Trap Door company) so much that they flew them out to put on three more shows (which just ended hours ago.) This means Brock has been back on the single-daddy treatment.  Brock has been a super-resilient dude through the entire experience. He certainly misses his mom, and frequently asks for her with a pouty voice. I'll simply explain that she is in Poland (which he must either think is some super-serious version of "work" or my phone which we use to webcam). A few moments later he'll get distracted by something fun to do, and we'll be back at play. We've had tons and tons of fun, and I've documented some of it, but I've been pretty tired at night and have done a terrible job of posting. (Sorry Holly!) Well no more excuses. Prepare for a wall of stuff.  Why not start...

Brock has recently gotten very into colors. He knows a few letters and a few numbers, but he's really only interested in his favorites. Brock wants to know every color. Some days he's on, and other days he keeps guessing "yellow" over and over. Red seems to stump him. (We're hoping it's youth rather than colorblindness.) Anyways, here's a clip of him firing on all cylinders and having fun while he's at it. 

Blob is perhaps Brock's most favorite game in the world. Here he is playing with mommy. 

Brock has started referring to himself in the third person. He will walk around patting himself on the belly saying, "Brock. Brock." We haven't been able to capture that particular bit of cuteness, but here's a prodded response from him.

Brock loves popcorn. Holly and I love popcorn. It works out pretty great. The only hangup is that we like our popcorn very spicy, and Brock is a toddler. The solution is quite simple: I make him a baby-sized batch of regular popcorn, and I make a super spicy batch for mommy and daddy.  Those of you with children know exactly how this works out though. Brock thinks, "Why do I have to eat this 2nd class popcorn? What is it about daddy's popcorn that makes it so special?" So he starts begging and pleading for some of ours. I tell him no. He whines. I tell him it is spicy. He pleads. I tell him he won't like it. He considers tears. Finally I decide that the best way for a man to learn is through his own experience. I hand him a kernel. Now this was no regular spicy-corn. I'd been disappointed in the tear-inducing potential of my previous batch and had stepped it up to two full habanero peppers, seeds included. This was popcorn that a thai restaurant would no...

Brock' has always enjoyed sliding, but hasn't really had the physical ability to go solo. Well those days are coming to an end. Here's Brock mastering a slide near our house. This is actually his very first time starting the slide himself. (I'd previously been setting him directly on the rollers.) About twenty trips later, it was time to spice things up. And lastly, here's a video of a few weeks earlier. It might actually count as Brock's first solo slide, but it's just a super short tube. Either way, it's super cute.