A Cerney Periodical

I was clearing out some storage on gmail and found some cute stuff. Just a moment to relive where Brock was two years ago...

Namaste it out loud, these boys' chi runs deep.

Milwaukee is a lovely little city about an hour from Chicago that Matt and I have spent some time at both separately and together before Brock. We needed an emergency get-away last weekend and decide Milwaukee was just the place!  A classic Matt and I always stop at is the open 24hours Mars Cheese Castle. Here we sampled vast quantities of dairy nibblets to settle on a fine selection of curds, cheese squiggles, sausage and some rhubarb beer.   Our first stop was the Milwaukee children's museum. Featured above was a play zone made from and inspired by motorcycle parts. Brock met a new friend in here and they played "cat ship" for a solid 30 minutes until we decided to call it with our tight schedule.        Brock got really into making this contraption.  Murray animation.  See those pants hanging above us? The main drag was totally flying pants for some unknown reason. But wait! The reason is now known! Appa...

A couple of days ago, we got the most amazing surprise and true sign of spring. I went up to get some dirt to plant a lovely hyacinth whose decadent smell I could not refuse at Trader Joe's and heard a tremendous flutter and squawk. My wide eyes were met with a fabulous site of a batch of eggs! and there in a tizzy, a flustered duck! A mother mallard chose one of Matt's containers for a nest! Seems like a terrible idea, with the whole how do ducklings get down off of a 4 story roof, but I don't know what ghetto life is like for wild fowl, guessing mamma duck has a good idea of a place safe from predators. As you know, cohabitation with ducks is quite familiar for me, although I am out of practice. I went to the experts. Mom and dad said to give mamma duck a food option and stay out of her way and we should have some amazing little friends in month or so. So we have. Mamma duck is quite dedicated and no one else has been able to see the eggs but me on that first day when I ...

Easter was a momentous day. Yes, there was the Easter Bunny and Jesus and I'm sure all kinds of other big deals that day, but for Brock, there was one main event, goodbye to Walrus. It was a long time coming. He's been down to one for a good 9 months now, we didn't think it would last as long as it did. Many kids give up after it gets a hole in it, but not Brock. That thing was getting quite vile, and always had remains of snacks past squelching in its plastic-y folds. So, it was time. I decided Easter just because I was hoping to do a ceremony that might be fun for Brock. Other composed narrative ends to sweet suckage would not work for him. The thought of "giving walrus to another baby" or a child in need simply would not have flown with Brock. We gave it to him straight, he wasn't a baby anymore, and pacifiers were essentially for babies and it was time to say goodbye. By putting walrus in an Easter egg and burying him at the park. So we went to Dean park ...

Brock can count to 100! He had been stalled up in the past by the names for the units of 10, but he has been practicing counting by 10's so now he's got it down (this might explain why he was able to come up the 10 teeth on top + 10 teeth on bottom = 20 teeth in previous dentist post). Anyhow, I got some documentation that is not perfect persay, but you can tell he's got it. He loves counting I might add and rambles off while were driving fairly regularly.

So it's weird to start a blog post without a Brock picture, but bear with me. There's a story here. This past weekend was my fantasy baseball draft. Mackie, the fellow pictured above, flies down from Alaska every year to participate. This year he stayed through Monday so we could attend the White Sox opener. I've been trying to figure out the perfect time to bring Brock to a game. Unfortunately, mlb games are typically scheduled during nap time or after bed time. It's a conundrum. Opening day was out of the question. It's expensive, it's packed, and it's typically cold and wet. I never try to attend opening day, but Mackie was in town, so I demurred.  Well, the weather did not cooperate. We stood in the rain for about 3 hours before being sent home. The sox rescheduled for Tuesday, but Mackie had to fly home. Now we were sitting on an extra ticket to a 1pm game: nap time. Holly and I decided he should go, and offered him two choices: he cou...