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:

February 8th, 2012

Pinned It & Did It! Holla!

Is there anything more satisfying than completing a project you’ve pinned on Pinterest? It is not unlike checking things off a lengthy to do list. It feels good, folks. Damn good.

The best thing about embroidery is the fact that you hardly ever have to buy supplies. Read the rest of this entry »


January 16th, 2012

They Say the Darndest Things

I keep meaning to write posts about the funny things Haeden says. Two is hard. I mean, really hard. But it’s also really freaking funny. That little silver lining coupled with his cuddles, kisses, and overall adorableness are what keep me from selling him on the black market these days. Anyway, since I never seem to get around to individual posts, I figured I’d group them all in one. So let’s just get straight to the funny/cutesy stuff:

1. The other night I’m taking a shower, and Lord knows that I’m not allowed to do so without his supervision. He’s standing near the back of the tub and sticking his head in, and he asks me, “You washing your bugs off you?”

2. One of our bedtime songs is “Hush Little Baby.” I generally let Haeden finish each verse for me. The other night we get to the end and I say, “And if that horse and cart fall down, you’ll still be the…” and then he says, “sweetest little Mommy in toooown!” I thought that was super cute. I asked him if he thought I was sweet and he told me, “Yeah, and you’re in town, too!” Read the rest of this entry »

November 9th, 2011

Chocolate Pretzels Recipe: He NEEDS It, You Guys

I made the easiest little snack (twice) this weekend and figured I would share. The munchkin and I had dinner at my mom’s house Saturday night. Since I had to stop at the market on the way over, I decided to pick up the ingredients needed for this tasty little treat. Pretzels and Hershey’s Kisses or Hugs. Two ingredients. Satisfies salty and sweet cravings! Doesn’t get much better than that!

Get started:

Grab a cookie sheet and preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Line it with parchment paper. Place desired number of pretzels on said sheet. Stick a Hershey’s Kiss in the middle and put that baby in the oven for 2-3 minutes. Immediately after removal, place another pretzel on top of the kiss and make a delicious chocolate and pretzel sandwich. Then stick in the fridge for about 15-30 minutes while it cools and hardens.

See? So easy your toddler can help (eat) everything before and after you put it together. Haeden’s job was to place the kisses in the middle of the pretzel. Before he could even get started, he grabbed a kiss, looked at me, and said in the most pitiful voice, “Mommy, I NEED to eat this REALLY BAD!”

Kid’s got a flare for the dramatic. He never “wants” anything, no, he “NEEDS” it!

October 29th, 2011

Pumpkin Patch

Since becoming a mom, my favorite part of fall has been our annual trip to the pumpkin patch. We’ve been going to the same one for the past three years now (and I think before that even). These trips have produced some of my favorite shots of Haeden, too. The past two years, he has gotten such a kick out of going. He runs around yelling, “PUMPKINS!!!” and insists on trying to pick them up… no matter how big they are!
2009 – 6 months old
2010 – 1.5 years old

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October 26th, 2011

Pants Rant

Like most girls, I love to shop – for myself, for friends and family, and especially for Haeden, of course. Lately, I’ve been searching for a good pair of jeans. I guess the closer I get to thirty, the less comfortable I am with the oh-so-low-rise jeans of my past. You know… The ones that force you to check for crack attack every time you bend over. And let’s face it, motherhood = bending over A LOT.
So, other than the fact that I have almost no hips, it shouldn’t really be difficult to find a pair of nice fitting jeans. I honestly haven’t searched that hard yet, but today I found myself spending a good half hour (my lunch hour) at Target, staring at rows of jeans. They were on sale for fifteen bucks and so, of course, that would mean that I should buy two. I was excited, until I realized that I had no idea what size I was.

Looking back, I should have grabbed several different sizes and headed back to the changing rooms. Hindsight is twenty-twenty though, right?  Instead, I grabbed the size I thought I would be. When that didn’t work out (yeah, couldn’t even button the dang things), I grabbed the next size up. I almost walked out of the store without trying them on, since I was fairly certain they would fit, but then I realized that the jeans didn’t just come in junior’s sizing. When I saw that they came in sizes for people that have actually had children, I decided that that would probably be the best bet. Then I realized that I didn’t like the looks of them nearly as much. I decided to be sure I liked the next-size-up junior’s jeans and returned to the dressing room.

While they did fit, I realized that I was about to purchase jeans that were still too low. Old habits die hard, I guess. At this point I was running out of time, so I went back and just grabbed the less desireable but still cheap and doable misses jeans and booked it to the register. Aaaand then they rang up twice as much as the sale jeans. Whoops. I got so wrapped up in the sizing that I didn’t even check the price. Of course, I sent them back and went home back to work without.
All that to say, why the hell can’t they just size women’s pants the way they do men’s? I can walk into any store and grab a pair of men’s jeans for my husband with the knowledge that they probably will not be going back to the store. And yet I practically need to keep a notebook in my purse so that I can remember what size I wear in what brand (currently anywhere from a 4 to an 8 to an 11?!). I don’t care if my waist is a 28 or a 38, I would really just like to be able to walk into a store and know exactly what I need without spending three hours in a dressing room.
And on a somewhat related note, wonder what size these are?

October 7th, 2011

Mmmm Cookies!

We’re having a quarterly birthday luncheon today at work. I’ve known about it for weeks, but as usual, I waited until yesterday to decide what I was going to bring.
Enter Pinterest. If you’re already a member, then you know it’s like crack. If you’re not – be warned. And if you need an invite, just send me a note and I’ll be happy to send you one.
I came across this pumpkin chocolate chip cookie recipe a week or two ago and quickly filed it away for future use.  When I checked the ingredient list and realized I had most of it on hand already, I knew it was a winner. Of course, I still had to make two trips to the grocery store last night for the few items I did need. Why do I always forget at least one thing? Last time I baked, I had to stop in the middle and run to the store for eggs. This is beginning to be a trend that I’m not looking to continue with!
Seems these babies were worth all of the effort though, because they are getting great reviews from the co-workers! I might have to hide them, because at this rate they’re going to be gone before the luncheon actually begins!

September 20th, 2011

Tots & Teens

Of all the advice I got when I was pregnant, or even while Haeden was just a wee babe, nobody ever told me that he would turn into a teenage hellion at the age of two.
Everybody knows about the “terrible two’s,” sure. But when I heard that, I always envisioned tantrums – flailing arms, kicking legs, bodies being thrown to the floor in the most dramatic way possible. These were things I was prepared for – you know, the face slaps and kicks to the gut while trying to remove him from something dangerous, or even something he just plain can’t have. I can handle those.

But the back talk? Nobody warned me about this part. How can a kid that only learned to talk 6 months ago have that down to a damn science? Lately, conversations with him go a little like this:

Me: Haeden, stop touching the TV.
Haeden: NO!
Me: Haeden, stop touching the TV and don’t tell me no.
Haeden: No, Mommy! YOU stop!

It wouldn’t be all that bad if he’d actually stopped and then given me sass, but it’s both. I know that being the battle ax all the time is the wrong approach, but it’s so incredibly hard not to be at this time, especially if we are out in public. I don’t want to be the woman with the rowdy, obnoxious kid, but I also don’t want to be confined to the house all the time either. Read the rest of this entry »


August 27th, 2011

Ride ‘em Cowboy!

We came across an old mechanical horse the other day when we stopped for some delicious dinner at Larry’s Giant Subs. The old fella had seen better days and was a bit of a clunker, but I knew there was no way we were getting by that thing without letting Haeden have a ride. Not that I’d want to, really. These things have a little place in my heart, so I was really just as delighted as he was to come upon it.

My dad was a bit of a “picker” when I was a kid. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as the current reality series would like to make it seem. In fact, I was totally embarrassed when my dad would pull over on the side of the road so that he could pick through someone else’s trash.

But you know what they say… “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” And sometimes that really is true. Thanks to dad’s “hobby,” we ended up with our very own mechanical horse, and a video arcade game to boot! He taught my sister and I how to turn it on without feeding it quarters and it resulted in lots and lots of fun. Oh, and you better believe I still charged the neighborhood kids to ride that bad boy! That is, until I got caught anyway.
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August 5th, 2011

Grandpa Chic

I like to think that I dress Haeden with a bit of style. You know how it is when you become a Mom – your wardrobe often goes to hell, but your kid? Well, they have got it going on. Haeden’s clothing is not expensive by any means. In fact, most of it comes from Target or has been handed down but I think he usually looks like a little stud muffin.
That is, until Daddy tries to help. Then he ends up looking, shall we say, Grandpa Chic.

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July 26th, 2011

Slackers and Slides

I’ve been going through a bit of a rough spot with regards to my migraines and just trying to deal with being in pain on pretty much a daily basis. The good news is that, in less than a month, I will be starting acupuncture again. I did this very briefly right before I got pregnant with Haeden. I didn’t really experience it long enough to know if I will get good results, but it is defintely something I buy into, and now that my insurance pays for it, I’m happy to give it another shot.

Keep your fingers crossed, please. It has basically been determined by the “professionals” that alternative treatments are my only hope – at least until menopause. MENOPAUSE? That is not even an option, folks. I’m twenty-seven. I refuse to spend the greater part of my life in pain. Refuse.

Anyhoo, I also refuse to let this post revolve around poor, pitiful me. This should brighten it up a bit: