"Mom. The art show was great. I took pictures of as much of the artwork as I could before I thought my camera battery was going to run out. I even took one of the entrance. That way you can see what the show was like! Did you know you walk into the gallery through a cafe? And in the front of the gallery, they had drinks and in the back they had snacks and I had TWO cookies?"

I mean, I couldn't ask for much more, could I? There I was, stuck in bed, violently ill, missing out on Rose's art show reception at Gallery House in Palo Alto this Sunday, but Marc and Wyatt brought me what they could. The fact that there is a blog post at all this week is thanks to them. "Reflect" is on display through March 25, and you can find more details here.

When Wyatt was about three years old, I gave him my old Kodak EasyShare camera. After watching us take photos with our phones and the fancy DSLR, he understandably wanted in on the action. I made him a wrist strap out of ribbon. I told him he absolutely had to wear it whenever he used the camera because the camera would break if he dropped it. I also showed him how to turn the camera on and off and how to keep it in the case. He has taken his responsibility for the camera really seriously, and I love that. Flipping though the photos he has taken over the years is hilarious. Little kids have a point of view, and as grown-ups, we don't often get to see the world from their perspective.

Initially, Wyatt had real misgivings about allowing me to share these photos. He may have even howled about how he didn't want anyone to see them. But he eventually came around after seeing that the lighting in the photos wasn't as bad as he thought it was. I wish I were kidding.

Here are the highlights of the show, according to Wyatt. (The low-resolution is on me, since it's my old camera.)

And here he is cooking dinner for Marc on Sunday night. And of course that's him at the top of this post in his Symphony finery. The things I miss when I'm ill are astonishing. Maybe this is what it feels like to not be the primary parent. Maybe I should complain less.

I've gotten into the habit of including a recipe in my posts most weeks, but I'm really not quite there yet with the whole eating thing. I can, however, suggest you get some reusable glass straws. They don't affect the taste of your drink like a metal one can, and they are much better for the environment than the disposable kind. I can also highly recommend the Avgolemono Soup I made today. Those of you who have known me for a long time will enjoy the irony of how I ended up with a child who prefers Greek chicken soup over all other kinds, and how it's now the only kind of chicken soup I make. Anyway. Try this recipe (but skip the dill and consider using whole eggs unless you have a special plan for the whites), or this recipe, or come up with a hybrid of the two. I go a little bit light on the lemon to start and add more to the pot as I taste. You may also need to adjust the salt as you go. Finally, you absolutely have to temper the egg-lemon mixture with the hot soup the way the recipes say, or else you'll end up with egg-drop soup instead.