Guest Blogger, Rosie

My Papa and Mimi gave me a camera for my birthday. It's a camera that my mom said was "Rosie proof" (whatever that means). I wanted to show you some of my best works, so far. Take a look at the portfolio that I am compiling.

These are some of my wooden doughnuts. These are the only treats that my mom will let me have in abundance... maybe because they're made of, well, wood!

This is Pastor Todd. He's my neighbor... and my pastor. He was jogging by my house one day.

...and there he goes!

3 useful tools: Sadie's foot, Mom's hand and Wrigley's fur

My friend, Brian

My favorite sitter, Miss Cassidy

My best and favorite subject, Sadie William

My still life, "Mac and Cheese out of a Tupperware"

I'm working on my actions shots.....

...and my close-ups!

I hope that you enjoyed seeing my art.

PS.. I've had lots of Eckerts visiting! More pictures soon :)

Once was lost but now I'm found :)

I've traveled to Bass Lake 3 times in the last 6 weeks. I went twice for relaxing getaways and once, this past weekend, for a dear friend's memorial service. On our 2nd time in Bass Lake we forgot our camera. I was fairly certain that it was left at the house where we stayed. On Friday night, back in the same house, I spotted the old friend under the couch. I was so excited... I sent a picture of the camera to Ron who was holding down the fort at home... picture of a camera? Isn't that redundant!!

Here are some Bass Lake pictures from the beginning of March before we got the plague. I managed to escape it somehow.. by God's grace.

Do you know how hard it is to get 4 small children balanced on a log in the snow? The fact that they are all looking in the same general direction was just pure luck :)

I certainly passed down my obsession for Danny's Pizza Factory Turkey Sandwiches to my eldest.

S.I.C.K

Warning: If you're easily nauseated, do not read this post.

I'm a sympathetic vomiter.... or a vomit wimp. I dry heave for days if I hear it or smell it. If a student threw up in my classroom when I was teaching, the janitor would find me curled up in a ball under my desk with my hands over my ears humming the Star Spangled Banner. I was a mess as a kid on the ski school bus up to Badger Pass every Friday. Tea Cups at Disneyland? No thanks. Not because I'm afraid I will get sick, but because I'm afraid someone else will.

I remember having a conversation with my mom at some point before I had kids:

Me: "What am I going to do if my kids ever throw up? I'm going to totally freak out."

Mom: "No you won't. It's different when your own kids are sick."

Guess what? She was right. By the grace of God, I'm not bothered... at all. I can scoop up a vomit covered Eckert child with not so much as a gag. I can hold hair back and rub backs, no problem. There are a lot of things that I suck at when it comes to being a mom. But, I'll take it as a gift from God that (today) I don't suck at the throw up.

Thanks, Lord, for the gift of being a mommy. Thanks for the learning and growing. I'll take it, vomit and all.

PS We did have another lovely weekend in Bass Lake prior to vomit fest 2011. Weekend pictures to follow!!