Hesperleigh

About our blogger: Hesperleigh

Hello! This is Hesper (yes, that's my real name, it's Greek and means first evening star... you were wondering, right?!). I am a 27-year-old mother of a strong-willed but hilarious toddler, "step-monster" to a couple of teen/pre-teen dudes, and "trophy wife" of an adoring hubby. Presently I live in sunny Florida, but I'm longing for the mountains, the wind in my hair, the crisp air, the sounds of the babbling creek, oh wait a minute, that's me babbling, soooo, back to the present... My day jobs are as a full-time administrative assistant, doting mama and part-time novice crafter, though not necessarily in that order. My motivation is anything chocolate. Seriously, I can't go a day without it. My inspiration is life and the joy of being a mama, including the good times and even the trying times! I hope we can become fast friends and share some exceptional, or at least entertaining, moments along the way.

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Posts by Hesperleigh:

August 14th, 2012

Chicken Nuggets & Banana Heads

Confession: I have not been able to kick my cursing habit since Haeden was born. I’m not proud of it. I keep telling my husband that he needs to pinch me or something when the “occasional” colorful word pops out of my mouth, but usually my intentions are much better than my patience, soooo I’m just shit out of luck. Ooops. There I go again…

I’m not super worried about it. Haeden has repeated me a few times, and we have all gotten a good laugh out of it. Thankfully, it was only in front of a friend or family member. When I do let one slip, I am quick to apologize and tell him that Mommy shouldn’t have said the word because it isn’t very nice. His response is usually to nod his head in agreement and tell me that I should say “What the hecks!” instead. Basically, he is just having to learn that there are certain words that adults say that kids shouldn’t. It’s a lesson I learned as a kid, too. I grew up around the occasional swear word and didn’t repeat them (we’ll ignore the fact that “shit” was one of my first words) around other kids/at school. I remember being a teenager and thinking to myself that I couldn’t wait to be old enough to curse so that I could say, “No shit, Sherlock!” I thought that was the coolest thing ever back in the day. Makes me laugh now, since I don’t think I’ve ever even used that phrase.
Anyway, I am proud to say that Haeden has never called anyone “fat” or “stupid” and isn’t familiar with the word “hate.” If he hears someone “stupid” or “dumb,” he reminds them (even the TV) that it’s not a nice word and “we don’t say THAT!!!”

Of course, the kid has to vent his frustrations somehow, and that has come in the form of yelling out “You’re a CHICKEN NUGGET” or “You’re a BANANA HEAD!” I hear this several times a day now, and it gets me every time. I can’t help but giggle. And then I call him a “brussel sprout” and we’re even.

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August 5th, 2012

Slacker

Slacker. Yep, that’s me lately. At least when it comes to the ‘ol blog.  Life has been busier than it normally is. Besides the usual full-time job and what not, I have been attending zumba classes twice a week and trying to get some other form of exercise the remaining five.  Okay more like three. A girl needs a break here and there, ya know.

So, basically, unless you are really into pictures of Haeden riding the same bike around the same block or me looking like a (sweaty) drowned rat, I’m really doing you a favor. Besides, who has time for blogs right now? The Olympics are on! THE OLYMPICS!

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July 16th, 2012

I’m Famous, Ya’ll!

Several months ago I submitted Haeden’s Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Party to Apartment Therapy’s “My Party” page. Since it’s July now and I hadn’t heard anything back, I naturally assumed that they just weren’t impressed. But much to my surprise, I received an email yesterday telling me to look for it to show up today!

I’m sure I’m more excited than their usual features, but hot dog (pun intended), I can’t stop smiling about it! Check it out!

And if you just so happen to be stopping by for more party pictures, please visit this post!

June 30th, 2012

60 Years & Counting

Two little love birds sitting in a tree…



My grandparents celebrated 60 years of marriage this weekend. Can you even imagine?

They met in Holland many moons ago. My grandfather was a missionary, and my grandmother had just joined the Mormon church. He replaced the missionary that had converted her family. My grandfather and his companion missionary visited her family’s home a lot, allowing them to get to know each other. They also spent time talking during choir practice. A couple of months later, my grandfather was transferred to another city where he completed the rest of his mission., but by then he was already madly in love. Read the rest of this entry »

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May 30th, 2012

Cup o’ Pee

This kid is crazy town.
So, last night I’m sitting on the bathroom floor playing with my phone. I’ve already bathed Haeden, but I’m entertaining myself while he plays with his toys in the tub. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that he is standing up over in the corner. And he’s quiet. This obviously means he is up to no good. When I look up, I realize that he is peeing in his cup. You know, the one I use to rinse his hair with. Before I can even react (or take a picture), he turns around giggling and pours it out into the tub.
Boys.

May 19th, 2012

5 Years

So, five years ago Saturday, this happened:

Funny story, actually. The morning of the wedding, I went over to my mother’s house to get ready. When I arrived, I learned that my step-dad was not going to be attending. Apparently, he was sick to his stomach and vomiting. He had been quarantined to their bedroom. My mom, sister, and I joked around that he was obviously faking it because he just didn’t want to dress up for the wedding. Little did we know that, hours later, he would be having emergency surgery to have his appendix removed. Read the rest of this entry »

May 15th, 2012

Come On, Ride That Train

Choo Choo! Like most three year-old boys (and maybe even girls), Haeden loves all things that go. Most especially, things that go fasssst (insert Haeden fist pumping here).  And so, a couple of weeks ago we decided to take the little man on a Sunday drive to Folkston, GA.
Folkston is an itty bitty town in southeastern Georgia known for it’s double train track which serves as the main artery for railroad traffic into and out of Florida. The tracks are also known as the “Folkston Funnel”. I had no idea that train watching was such a thing, but judging by the serious set ups (lap tops, video cameras, small children in pack-n-plays) we saw that weekend, it most definitely is.
We were there for around an hour and saw three trains come through. Haeden really got a kick out of seeing the trains up close and personal, but I think the highlight of the trip for me was hitting up Dairy Queen on our way out of town!
Luckily, Dan had his camera and since I was being a total helicopter mom (train tracks and toddlers do not mix), I even found myself in a few shots. Woot!

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April 27th, 2012

Noah Vs. Santa

Last week, I decided that it was time to get Haeden a children’s bible. He is at the age now where I think he is starting to understand the “moral” of the stories we read each night before bed, and what better time to get him his very own bible than Easter? Way to keep Christ in Christm… wait. Nevermind.

Anyway, I was telling my friend/his babysitter of my plan, and she let us borrow one of her son’s. She said that since they tend to be a bit pricey, I might as well try it out so that I can see if he likes a certain version. Obviously, I want it to hold his attention. We brought it home and had been reading a few stories out of it each night before bed. After finishing with the store of Adam and Eve (and the “bad, bad snake”), we flipped over to Noah’s Ark. Haeden took one look at the illustrated Noah and exclaimed, “SANTA!!!”

I almost peed my pants.

April 1st, 2012

Mickey’s House

This past weekend we took Haeden to Disney World, or as he likes to call it, Mickey’s house. The trip was everything we could have hoped for and more! Since Haeden is borderline obsessed with Mickey Mouse and has never exhibited any kind of fear around 6-foot furry creatures we adults like to call “characters”, we thought it would be a good idea to take him before he turned three next month. Why? Because until then he is free.
Do you know what the price of tickets is these days? It’s insane – 71.10 for kids 3-9, which means it will be eighty bucks after taxes and whatever else they tack on there. I could not bear to pay that much for the little stinker when I had no idea how he would react to the crowds, rides and especially the long lines.

I figured he would do pretty well with the rides. He is an adventurous little guy that loves to go fast or high. And I knew he’d love all the boat rides at Magic Kingdom, too. Plus, he was already freaking out over the monorail and choo choo train before we even got into the park. We were sure he’d love all that, and he did. He got off each ride and was already asking about the next… “I wanna go on another ride!!” Well, okay, little buddy! We were all about it!

I fully expected that at some point during the day we would experience a major meltdown. We witnessed quite a few around us, of course, but Haeden was on his best behavior all day. He was sweet as pie going back and forth between us and his grandma’s giving all sorts of hugs and kisses. It was so unexpected, but obviously very much appreciated. We arrived at the park shortly after it opened and left a little after 5pm. Haeden was so exhausted, but couldn’t bear to close his eyes and take a nap in the stroller. There was no way he was going to miss a single thing.

Riding the monorail. Holy crap they really cram people in there.


Classic pose in front of Cinderella’s Castle (Mickey’s House). Haeden thought it was “bootiful”!
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February 15th, 2012

Conversations with Haeden

It’s quite funny to look back and remember that, this time last year, our pediatrician was suggesting that we take Haeden for a speech evaluation. At this point, I can’t remember how far “behind” he was, but we all knew that he was definitely not saying as much as the other kids his age. Ultimately, we decided to wait it out. We realized that his pediatrician was just trying to be proactive, but we figured we’d wait until he hit two before running out to getting him analyzed. And we were glad we did. The month before he turned two, he started to talk up a storm, and he basically hasn’t stopped since.

I absolutely love his voice. He has the most adorable southern drawl that you ever did hear, ya’ll. And the funny thing is that he is the only one in the whole family (other than my sister in VA) that talks like that. No idea where he picked it up, but it is seriously cute, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The best, of course, are the ridiculous things that come out of his mouth. Never a dull moment when you have an almost three year-old.

We are planning a trip to Disney next month as an early birthday gift, and we’ve been talking about meeting Mickey Mouse a lot the past few days. Here’s how it went this morning:

Me: Are you excited to meet Mickey Mouse soon?
Haeden: YEAH! He’s gonna take me to his clubhouse!!
Me: Oh yeah?
Haeden: Yeah! And Imma HUG him and KISS him and show him my FIRE SHOES!

It always comes back to the fire shoes, you guys. Always.

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