A New Hb

So the jargon I use here is pretty common place for those of you who have been following my blogging ways for a few years. But if you’re just stopping by and wondering where the “B” is always coming from my middle name (maiden name) is Brockbank and growing up a lot of my friends always called me Hb. So whenever I refer to myself in 3rd person I  call myself Hb.

I feel like a new person. After that break from Finn for three days. Jude and I had a wonderful time. We really bonded, and I feel genuinely close to him. Jude and I have always been in close proximity to each other, most of the time because I’m the only one who has the pain tolerance to handle Cougar. But emotionally… not so much. But, the last few days I have loved my time with Jude and he has loved my time with me. He would come up behind me and wrap his arms around me and we would just chat. It was wonderful. When I picked up Gigi and Mr Finn, Jude was actually really happy. But the minute Finn was loaded up in his car seat Jude just started bawling. He pretty much sobbed the entire way home from Long Beach to home. My insides were breaking a little. I will always think back on my 3 days with Jude alone as so special. I’m so happy I took that time, I never realized exactly how hard it would be every second feeling like someone is going to come up push you down and take your toy. I make Finn sound like an absolute tyrant. If you look into that angelic face with those freakishly long eyelashes you know that he’s far, far from that what he is though is two.

Sorry about smashing your innards there Ju Ju Bean! Squeezing him a little extra sure worked for looking into the camera. Yikes!

This weekend we went to our good friend Bailey’s 1st birthday. It was so nice of Jamie to invite us. I got to meet all of the Borgquist clan. Brent comes from six kids. I told him he was messing with my plans because I left actually considering the idea of a bigger family. Unfortunately it didn’t take long to come back down to reality, but I was thoroughly impressed all the same. Neat family.

I did however make the classic Hb mistake of assuming Brent’s brother was his Dad. Having young parents has totally skewed my perspective of what the average mom or dad should like forever! So STRUGGS Hb! Sometimes I just fly out of my mouth. I need to genuinely work on not cutting people off in conversation, and thinking before I speak. Maybe that’s something else I will try to learn to do before Ryan comes home. That would be a huge improvement!

Bailey is so mellow. She is precious. If I ever have a girl I am employing Jamie to teach me her tricks. I have never seen Bailey dirty!

Since I love Bailey oh so much, I made my favorite cake to eat on my birthday. Isn’t that what they say NOT to do: You’re supposed to think about the other person NOT yourself. Oh well, I think people liked it 🙂

So I couldn’t find the recipe online, and I want to pin it for my recipe board since it literally is one of my favorite cakes ever. Okay it is my favorite. I know it’s completely from scratch, but seriously it’s better. It’s so light and tasty. *Make this cake the night before it’s better second day. Much more moist.

*The glaze I always just eye ball lots of pow pow with some lemon juice it’s incredibly easy. But that’s pretty much what it is.

Lion House Poppyseed Cake

1 pkg Yellow cake mix
1 pkg French Vanilla pudding (3 3/4 oz)
4 eggs
1/2 C Butter (melted)
1 C Thick Sour Cream
1/2 C Water
1 t Rum flavoring
1/4 C Poppy seeds

Combine cake, pudding, eggs, sour cream, water, rum flavoring, butter, & poppy seeds in a large bowl. Beat with electric mixer for 5 minutes on low speed. Pour into greased and floured cake pans and bake at 350 F for 45 minutes.


2 cups confectioners (powdered) sugar

2 T lemon juice

Final Step: Dust with the powder sugar shaker.







2 responses

  1. I’m definitely going to try this recipe. Looks delish! I think it’s great you had the chance to spend that extra one-on-one time with little Cougar. I’m sure he loved that…and I’m sure Finn was so happy to see you too!! You’re a wonderful mom, Heather! Those boys sure are lucky.

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