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Chocolate Cures All


It's exactly a million degrees outside right now, and even still....sometimes a girl's got to bake.  I couldn't silence the retro craving I was having for chocolate revel bars.  On the upside, it only took my oven 90 seconds to pre-heat to 350 degrees.  It was already two-thirds of the way there.  I love chocolate and sweet things.  Even in the heat.  

Speaking of sweet things.  These girls have not been.  
They are spending copious amounts of time in baby jail.  We're trying to set them straight early.  I wasn't prepared for the fighting to start so young.  Or the climbing on basically everything.  The newborn stage was mentally exhausting because of the sleep deprivation.  This stage is physically exhausting because they are on everything, into everything, and doing it all in two different directions.  Also, Carter basically hasn't stopped crying since the day she was born.  So there's that.  Lord love her.  She better be a real saint as a teenager to make up for all this...I jest...sort of. 

Then there is Sawyer, who already half acts like a teenager.  Sometimes I forget he is so young.  "Don't worry about me Mom, I'm fine," he told me a couple of days ago in his "big boy" voice, as he untangled himself from his bike and blood spilled from his mouth.  "You don't ever have to worry about me."  

Sweet boy, I'm your mom, you have no idea how I worry about you.  I do appreciate that he can handle a bike wreck though.  Sawyer is tough like a teen and Fischer has the sass of a teen.  The eye roll with his giant blues is epic.  Sawyer can't figure out what an eye roll even is, which reminds me he isn't actually a teenager yet.  "Do your eyes roll around in your head?" He asked when I got after Fischer a couple of days ago.  Fischer attempted to teach him the ins and outs of eye rolling, but it wasn't clicking for him.  Dodged that bullet for a little longer.

Ahhh, the personalities of four little people under this roof.  Two of them aren't even talking yet.  That sends me into a panic every time I think about it.  Two more talkers!  I'm not sure my ears can handle it.  I'm not sure I have the energy to handle it.  I need to start taking my vitamins.  Nah.  The revel bars are almost done. 

From Better Homes and Gardens Cook Book:   



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  1. NatalieJune 28, 2021 at 4:35 PM

    Anything with caramel!! My old eyes can’t quite make out all the ingredients. When I enlarge it just blurs. Can you message me the pic maybe I can figure it out. 🙄🙃

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