A Cerney Periodical

Brock's first track on his new cd.

ok grandmas. Prepare yourselves.  He has been singing quite a bit lately. We finally got a few bars out of him for the camera.

Some two years ago, stuff got real! I can't believe this guy is who he is now. Nothing could have prepared me for his total magic. Sigh. Well, birthday morning was met with a now familiar emotional tempest. Behold the pain and glory of a walrus cupcake. Introducing Brock Abdul Jabbar taking some warm-up shots as the pool fills. Much thanks cousin Nate and parent accomplices. White babies can't jump, by the way. Or really any babies. but soon, soon, the jumps will come. Thanks to a new favorite book from the M's, and his ever loved pacifier that was dubbed "walrus" way back in 2014, we know not how or why that name came to be, I was inspired to make the party walrus themed. Mascot tower in full radiance. Let me be more specific, theme is "Tropical Walrus Pool Party". Almond butter, fig and goat cheese sammies. They tasted to me pretty darn close to PB&J. The vast quantity of remaining walrus islands might have proved me ...

(this photo is a non-sequitur, but posts needs pics, and you just had to see Brock's breakfast-shake moustache) Brock has incredible eyesight and notices lots of interesting stuff. On a recent walk to the park, Brock stopped and shouted, "Brock see pinwheel!" I looked around, but there wasn't any pinwheel to be seen. We'd bought him a pack of pinwheels earlier in the week and i was sure that he was just thinking about how fun they'd have been to bring on such a windy day. "I don't think there's any pinwheels out here Brock." "THERE! Pinwheel in front of door." Brock pointed down the street, and sure enough, a full city block away and across the street, someone had a pinwheel on their front porch. It was so tiny I could barely see it. I thanked Brock for pointing it out, and we continued on our walk. It took us nearly ten minutes to reach the pinwheel Once we got to the park, I asked Brock what he wanted to do first...

We had a fun weekend up with mom and dad in the fine town of Marengo. We started with Brock opening an early birthday gifty from grandma and grandpa (now known as Grandpa Donut for reasons that can be easily ascertained)... a farm to remind Brock of where Grandma T's agricultural roots.  The first thing Brock said when we went into the trailer was "Grandma and Grandpa live in bus!". He was in Heaven.   Welcome to the 110th Thomas family reunion!!  They had a pool which was great fun.  Brock took to the golf cart... especially when he learned that pants were optional. Mom and dad have a great swimming hole. I lost my bottoms, a casualty of the Thomas family reunion (they are a WILD bunch) so I stayed warm in my leggings.   There were these phantom fish that nipped ya. Nothing like the Missouri Nipple Fish, but a bit unsettling for sure.  He was begging for the creamy cake most of t...

Brock has become quite the Romeo. At last ladies lunch, Brock was no longer the prey, but the predator. Kisses for all the gals, little Maeve and Ruby, and goodbye smooches for all the big girls too.   The captured picture above shows Brock at his most tame, but the brazen lad went for the lips every other time.

Well, someone has become very enamored of the potty. Brock has been having potty parties,  committed sessions up to 40 minutes long that entail several moments of re-adjusting, standing up, giggling and excitement, but very few of the much anticipated plops or plunks. He has successfully gone pee once. There was much rejoicing. And a jelly bean.    Big or small, they each have their own appeal.  This is no time to be shy readers of the blog! A man has claimed his throne and must be acknowledged.  There was nothing to wipe of course, but it was the cherry on the top for him so the regal white flag in his left hand is not one of surrender, but of triumph.  This picture made me realize that I'm not ready to give up the diaper yet. That and reading Melinda's post and realizing that wiping with TP will not be the same as a wet wipe and that Brock's second (or third, or fourth) wardrobes will have to be reinstated back in my purse. Sigh. ...