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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.
Visit Hesperleigh @ http://www.blendedsosplendid.blogspot.com/
Posts by Hesperleigh:
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 »
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!
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!
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.
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.
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 »
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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