category, we hear hundreds are dead and thousands are left homeless in the earthquake in Italy.
We need to find the sunshine in every day.

I've been working on Block Exchange Blocks. I've challenged myself to get one done each week. Yeah, I know there are some over-over achievers in the group but I'm not judging myself against others. I'm trying to do what is comfortable for me. This is Bonnie's block.
Here is Jan's block. I guess my cell phone camera was still in shock from the orange walls in the first shot. This is actually brown and cream.
Cubby had his first ear infection recently. We feel VERY lucky that he's only had one, unlike his mother and his uncle who spent hours and hours in the pediatric after hours clinic. He made up for it in intensity though and blew his eardrum. Here he is after the doctor, asleep at the table. He couldn't even eat his favorite nuggets and fries. He's doing much better now after a round of antibiotics (free at Meijer).
My sister has been calling for a week to find out "is it Christmas yet?" With the snowy weather and first my mom sick and then my dad sick, we hadn't gotten together to have our Christmas. It finally all worked out this weekend and we got together to open presents including the ones that had been sent from California. My presents included tiger eye beads and wonderful silver african animal charms so I guess there is going to be another quilt in the works.
Cubby's been into cookin' lately. At first he was content with just the pots and pans. But then he realized that it was much more fun if there was actually food to cook. Imaginary food is much easier for grandma to clean up. When he cooks bananas and gold fish and crackers and whatever else he's fast enough to grab, grandma actually has to wash the pots when he's done. (Note the hat from Halloween). - especially when Gennie tries to help with the clean up. I suppose I could teach Cubby to wash his own but that would involve water and soap bubbles and a whole new set of challenges.
Last night, Cindy and I braved to cold to go see Jen Sygit and Friends at Stage 1210 in Old Town. Lots of friends, music and singing. It was excellent. I came home still in the spirit and sat in front of my Christmas tree listening to my new Songwriters Anonymous CD and handquilted until after midnight. The quilt behind the tree is a block exchange from one of my first years in the group, could it possibly be 1992? It's still a top but I hang it up anyway.
These are Gorham crystal angels from Germany that my parents bought me many, many years ago. I don't feel like it's really the Holidays until I get them out each year. They absolutely sparkle in the light from the piano. These may be the last pictures from my cell phone. Santa might be bringing me a new camera and I'll be able to take real pictures, we'll just have to wait and see...