My husband has been trying to talk me into going on vacation all Summer.
I’ve tried to tell him that it’s not happening until the baby is a bit older. I mean, I love a good vacation as much as the next guy, but I don’t love sitting in a condo staring at beachy knick knacks while my infant screams and my husband frolics on the beach.
Okay — I’m pretty sure my husband doesn’t ACTUALLY frolic, but when I’m sitting with a fussy baby and seething, I always imagine him having a real blast.
In my mind he’s giving high fives to strangers, laughing super loud, and buying beer for everyone in some random restaurant yelling “it’s on me!!” while they all cheer.
My husband doesn’t even drink. My brain, y’all. I don’t know where it comes up with this stuff.
This weekend he finally talked me into a spontaneous family weekend away in a touristy town a few hours north. Lucy was in a good mood, I was sick of staring at the dust on the ceiling fan and stressing out over which Dr. Phils to delete to free up DVR space, so I said yes.
Honestly, spontaneous with a baby isn’t even a thing. I figured this out at around 11:30 am (we were planning on leaving at 9), when I realized that Jon David’s lizard needed food, Lucy requires approximately 927 items to survive on a daily basis, and no one had clean socks.
When I was digging through my son’s hamper and looking for the pair of shorts that had the least amount of stains, I should have taken it as a sign. But I pressed forward.
Things actually weren’t too bad at first. I munched on cinnamon bears and read a book in the car, loving life. Hello, 2 1/2 hours of reading and not getting up to make a sandwich or pick up a toy that has been thrown out of reach?
Sign. Me. Up.
But things took a turn for the worse around bedtime.
It turns out that Lucy doesn’t like her pack n play. Or sleeping in a normal bed with her parents.
Apparently, she just wanted her crib. In her dark, quiet room with a door that shuts.
That was 2 1/2 hours away.
I spent most of the night up rocking her and trying to convince her that most babies would JUMP at the chance to sleep in bed with their parents. But something got lost in translation (or else she’s not quite the baby genius I keep telling myself she is) and she just stared in my face and screamed and it was a giant disaster.
My son Jon David dragged himself over from the pull out couch at around 6 am and informed me that my life is way worse than his.
I should have been touched by this affirmation, but instead I was kind of annoyed that he is just now figuring this out.
My husband didn’t really know what to say about the whole thing. I mean, I am sure he had words he THOUGHT about saying, but, unsure as to how any of them would be received, decided to just say nothing unless it involved questions about what I needed.
Probably a good thing.
I guess the GOOD thing is that now instead of being the party pooper that doesn’t want to go on vacation, I am a sheer genius. The bad thing is that obviously, I’m super duper tired.
But between you and me, what’s a night’s sleep when I gain a chance to prove my husband wrong? I get to talk about this for a good decade!! Who’s winning now?
I made you Butterfinger Bars.
There isn’t really anything amazingly creative about these, but they are SO good and great for a potluck or party. Who doesn’t love a chewy peanut butter bar, loaded with chunks of Butterfingers and topped with a poured fudge frosting?
Weird people, that’s who.
- 3 cups all purpose flour
- 1 TBS baking powder
- 1/4 tsp baking soda
- 2 sticks salted butter, slightly softened
- 1 cup smooth peanut butter
- 1 1/4 cup packed brown sugar
- 1 cup granulated sugar
- 2 tsp vanilla
- 4 large eggs
- about 18 fun size or 6 full size Butterfinger candy bars, roughly chopped
- 1 stick salted butter
- 4 TBS unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1/3 cup milk
- 3 cups powdered sugar
- Preheat oven to 350. Lightly grease a 9x13 pan or spray with cooking spray. Set aside.
- In a large bowl, combine flour, baking powder, and baking soda. Set aside.
- In the bowl of your mixer, beat butter, peanut butter, and both sugars on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 2 minutes.
- Stop the mixer to scrape the sides of the bowl before adding the eggs one at a time, beating after each. Scrape the sides of the bowl again.
- With the mixer on low speed, slowly add flour mixture until incorporated. Using a wooden spoon, make sure all the flour mixture from the bottom of the bowl is mixed in (batter will be thick). Fold in chopped Butteringers and spread in prepared baking pan.
- Bake for about 30 minutes, until batter is puffed and brown on edges and dark golden all over. Let cool on a wire rack for about 30 minutes before frosting.
- Prepare frosting:
- Melt butter in a small saucepan over low heat. Once it's melted, stir in cocoa powder and milk. Continue cooking and stirring until the mixture thickens and JUST begins to boil. Remove from heat and whisk in powdered sugar until smooth. Pour over bars and spread QUICKLY. Let cool completely before serving.
Frosting adapted from The Cake Mix Doctor Returns
Enjoy and have a very happy Monday!!