TWO Teething Children and PEARS

This morning I was begging Dan to take Owen to work with him. Ok not really, but if it had been an option I would have been all over it! Owen was acting like a bi-polar toddler. Happy one minute and crazy melt-downs the next. I finally took him to the park (being outside is where he finds his happy place). When it came time to leave he refused to come, and since I was holding Savannah and the diaper bag and the blanket I refused to try to drag a screaming toddler all at the same time. So I left him. Sort of. I walked all the way to the car and buckled Savannah and I could see he was watching me every 10 seconds or so to make sure I was still there. When I got in the car and started pulling away he came RUNNING and was slightly traumatized that his mother was going to leave him at the park. (I promise I wouldn't really have left him, but I did consider it!) I'm a bad mom, but hopefully the lesson was learned.

At lunch he told me he had an "owie in his mouth" but of course wouldn't let me look. When I finally coaxed his mouth open I saw the problem to all of my woes. Molars! He's only 7 months behind getting these in, but his gums look like they've been run over by a lawn mower. Poor kid! And since Savannah's next 2 teeth are super close to popping through, I am currently dealing with 2 teething children. I deserve an award. Or a vacation. Is it time for Dan to come home yet?

This has nothing to do with teething, but a couple of months ago I wanted to recreate this picture of me with Savannah to show how much she looks like her mom.  Except that she is the spitting image of Dan's sister Sara. Ha! (But I get to take credit for her nose!)

Our pear tree is definitely what I would call an over-achiever. I have pears coming out my ears and that's after giving them away to everyone I know (and don't know!)  So I canned a few batches of pear sauce (it is SO good!) and still had so.many.pears. So what do you do when you have too many pears? You make pear pie! I've never heard of pear pie, let alone had one, but it was amazing and husband couldn't believe I had the audacity to give some of it away (pies are his thing).

Don't be too impressed. I didn't make the crust. And I forgot to take a picture
after it came out of the oven. Whoops.