“Amana” Bar Revolt

Every once in a while you have those special moments of realization as a mom.  Glimpses of glory.  Morning has broken, the sky is caught in the rapture of sunrise, and children sit singing happily over their Cheerios in a perfectly clean kitchen.  They mind their manners, they obey with a smile, and kiss you as they flit out the door for the bus.

Then there are evenings of “special” realization when you think that all your hard work and discipline has flown right out the window, and that your offspring might very well have a puff of blue cotton candy between their ears instead of a brain.  They don’t like your cooking [too bad, breakfast’s at 8], they mope when they are supposed to be clearing the table, they decide to rebel.  Blatantly.

Tonight it was our youngest’s turn.  He had his own Battle of Little Bighorn right in our kitchen.  He didn’t want to eat my delicious Pasta Bolognese and instead wanted to feed his sugar high with yet another “Amana Bar.”  When I told him that he didn’t get dessert unless he ate his dinner, he kindly shared with me that I should “go into a river with sharks.”

Precious, gentle little boy.

Conveniently, I have lost my voice and graciously deferred the confrontation to my husband.  So thoughtful, I know. Brandon scolded him for speaking disrespectfully to me, gave him the 4 year-old lecture, and ushered him to time out.

You can imagine what a hit that was!  After all–not only was he separated from the family, but he was still screaming for a blessed “Amana” Bar! [They are pretty fantastic]  As my husband sat next to him, calmly giving him instructions like Jo Frost with stubble, M conjures up his best response yet:

“Dad, I don’t like this!  I’m so MAD!  YOU’RE GONNA BE FIRED!!”

~~~

For BANANA BARS they’ll fight over:

3 large mashed bananas

1.5 C sugar

1 stick butter, room temp

2 eggs, beaten

1 C sour cream [8 oz]

2 tsp. vanilla

[2 C flour + 1 tsp. baking soda + 1 tsp. salt]  mix and add to other batter

Mix together and put in a greased jelly roll pan.

Bake  @ 375* for 20-25.  Check for doneness with a toothpick.  Cool, frost, enjoy!

Frosting

2/3 stick butter: melt over low heat in sauce pan, stirring until light brown & bubbly.  Remove from heat.

Add 3 Tbl sour cream

2.5 C powered sugar

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6 Responses to “Amana” Bar Revolt

  1. Sarah Giere says:

    Oh my word, I am cracking up!!! That little M is quite a guy!!! Had my own moment today when H and E were going back and forth at each other with verbal spews that neither of them liked and neither of them would back down and stop…even after I “calmly” yelled for them to do so SEVERAL times! Augh!
    The Banana Bars sounds AWESOME…can’t wait to try them!

    Sar- Glad I’m not the only one with sibling issues and “calm” yelling 🙂 HA! Love it!

  2. Mary DY says:

    Too funny. I like the “perfect world” dream of well-behaved children in a clean kitchen. And little M? Can’t believe that little sweetie is capable of such.

    Ah, little M. Goes from kisser to kicking and screaming in 4 seconds. Keeps us on our toes, that’s for sure 🙂

  3. Lyndsey Dykstra says:

    I’m dying!!! Out of the moth of babes…:)

    Can’t you just picture this whole thing unfolding? Thank goodness Brandon dealt with him. He’s so consistent!

  4. Mary DY says:

    For all you young moms and dads reading this, remember that you are doing your teenage parenting NOW. With these little ones, you want to instill a personal sense of responsibility. When they make a mess, THEY need to be at least helping to clean it up. And yes, I know it is far easier to do it yourself, but RESIST!! When parents always “fix things” for kids, they fail to learn natural consequences and instead learn entitlement. If you want responsible teens, start building them early.

    Stand your ground, young parents!!

    Thanks for the reminder, Mary! I can completely see how actions/discipline today pave the way into adolescence. I hope we’re doing OK. Do you ever really stop worrying??

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