More birthday baked goods: peanut butter crispy bars
A week ago, on my birthday, Eli and I decided to do some birthday browsing at our local bookstore, which is something we haven’t done in forever. I was feeling all birthday-happy and decided to get the boys some stickers. They love stickers so much but they’re so fleeting. It’s like 20 minutes of intense stickering, and then it’s over.
After school, Henry had an inexplicable meltdown about the stickers I’d gotten him. Something about having wanted three kangaroo stickers instead of the two he got. Which made me want to rip the stickers out of his hands and say, “You’re going to complain about the present I get you, then you don’t get any present!” He was whining incoherently, and I was pantomiming strangling him behind his back, and please tell me I’m not the only parent who does that.
And suddenly behind me, there was a gentle knock-knock-knock, and I turn around, and there’s Scott and Stacey on our back porch, with Scott gives me a good hearty thumbs up. Bleh. Nothing like having your childless friends appear during a typical child wig-out. I’m glad they’re such good friends that I didn’t feel like I needed to explain.
Especially because they were bringing birthday baked goods! There was some incredible cranberry biscotti, which I couldn’t photograph because we ate it too quickly. Also some peanut butter chocolate chip rice crispy bars which were amazing and I think Stacey said they were somewhat healthy but honestly I couldn’t hear her over the horrible screaming coming from my children. Scott and Stacey got a good demonstration of how children = cats when I buckled and said, “Do you want TREATS?” and the boys yelled, “Yes! Yes!” and ran to my ankles and rubbed against my legs while I unwrapped the rice crispy bars. And hurrah for protein because they were much better behaved after gobbling down their treats.
I’m sure when Scott and Stacey left they got into their cute little car and sighed with happy relief that they don’t have children. I wonder if they saw me run to the window and gaze longingly at them as they drove away.