So I had to get videos and stuff...
(Love to all)
Take 5 pears, any kind (or as many as you need), and cut them in half, top to bottom. Cut the core out of each half. Put aluminum foil down on the grill, and as it warms up, coat it with butter-flavor Crisco (or the regular kind - they both work). Make sure you have enough foil so you can fold it back on itself halfway; and DO coat the whole thing. Then sprinkle on cinnamon-sugar, a nice coating of it - so you almost can't see the foil through it. Then lay the pears on the cinnamon-sugar, cut side down. Sprinkle more sugar mix on top of the pears (the skin side), fold the foil over top, and crimp the edges a bit. The coals were running about 225 degrees at this point, and I left the pears on for about 30 minutes. When you finish your dinner, you'll have soft, warm, caramelized pears just begging for a scoop of vanilla ice cream! ENJOY!
So this was one of those boring, nothing really happening days that surprised me and had several memorable moments. Hans had a PFT (pulmonary function test) at the hospital this morning, as a precaution and to rule out asthma. It went well, and we weren't overly concerned, but it's best to check. (As a singer, I know a thing or four about breathing, and hunching over and moving your shoulders does NOT help breathing. I'm thinking it's a posture issue!) So we had breakfast after, eating sandwiches in the park before he went to school, which was lovely. But THEN he came home and announced that his teacher asked him to stay after for a moment, and she wanted to know if Hans would be interested in running for 7th grade STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT!!! AHHHHHH! I'm so proud - really! He was SO committed last year and hardly missed a meeting, I know he'd make an amazing president!
Oh yeah! I almost forgot; here's a picture of our newest addition, Tyler! We adopted her for free, and Bethany is her 'mommy', but she is very lovable and social! We're very happy to have her! (And unlike Toffee, she isn't agoraphobic, but she sticks to the second and third floor, unless we're all hanging out downstairs. Then she'll come down and see us.)


Fourteen years ago, Bethany was born - a little early, and definitely little! She seemed such a fragile thing, except for her spirit. Going through all the danger of early labor, hospitalization, and a preemie, and it turns out she is a fighter. Bethany is such a strong, independent young lady... I hope she always remembers to ask for help when needed, and never stops being as creative and unique as she has become. And that's no little girl, anymore; I'm just lucky her feet are bigger than mine. So she can't borrow my shoes! I love you, Bethany - I am so proud of the woman you are becoming, and blessed to be a part of the process.