Being Kendra: Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back

Being Kendra: Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back

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Being Kendra: Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back by Kendra Wilkinson

In the intimate follow up to her New York Times bestselling memoir Sliding Into Home, Kendra Wilkinson reveals the naked truth about her life after Playboy—the secrets behind regaining her trademark sexy body, the trials of her life as a new mother, the tricks of sustaining her long-distance romance with Hank, and her busy adventures juggling the needs of her husband and baby with the demands of her hit TV career. As fans of Dancing with the Stars and Girls Next Door know, Kendra is able to tell it like it is, baring everything she’s learned about love, hardship, body image, and perseverance, all with the infectious optimism that the world loves her for.

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ISBN-13: 9780062091185
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 09/20/2011
Pages: 240
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Kendra Wilkinson is the star of the hit reality series Kendra and a former star of the massively popular show The Girls Next Door. Her first book, Sliding into Home, was a runaway success and a New York Times bestseller. She lives in Calabasas, California, with her husband, Hank Baskett, and their son, Hank Jr.

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Being Kendra

Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back
By Kendra Wilkinson

It Books

Copyright © 2011 Kendra Wilkinson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780062091185

Chapter One


The Plight of the Modern-Day Mom
Is this yours or the baby's?"
My husband, Hank, held up a tiny jersey for me to look at.
He hunched over open boxes in our bedroom and, of course, a big
pile of my clothes mixed in with some of the baby's things. When I
replied that it was mine, he winked and put it in a box labeled
We werefinishing up a grueling few days of packing
our StudioCity apartment—the most recent in a long string
ofapartments and houses in the last two years. But this move was
the mostexciting, and hopefully the last. We were moving into our
firstfamily house—our forever home—in Calabasas, California.
They sayhome is where the heart is. Well, my heart is with my
family, butI still wanted that permanent safe haven for my one-
and-a-half-year-oldson, Hank Jr. And for myself.
Moving inwas a monumental occasion because other than my
marriageand my family I had very little else to call my own. I
neededsomewhere to put down roots. It took us a while to find
the perfecthouse—someplace where paparazzi can't get into the
gates,stalkers can't camp out, and random people can't drive by to
look andsay, "Hey! It's Kendra's house!" I finally felt like the house
hadeverything we were looking for, but for me the biggest selling
point waswhen I walked into the community and heard the sound
of childrenplaying outside and splashing around in the pool next
door. Itwas music to my ears. And it really was the main reason
why Ibought my house. We looked in a million different
communitiesaround Los Angeles, some of them high-end with lots of
celebrityresidents, but one thing was missing: kids. And that's not
right formy family. I wanted to give Hank Jr. a neighborhood full
of kids hisage and a family-oriented safe place for him to grow up,
not tomention fulfilling my own needs of a five bedroom house
with apool. It's big by normal standards, but it's well proportioned.
Nothingabout it is over-the-top or extravagant—it's a home not a
Hank spenta lot of time at the house getting everything ready
for us tomove in—painting every room and dealing with a couple
small fixeshere and there. I was rehearsing and filming for Dancing
with theStars, so he worked his ass off trying to get everything in
place,including baby-proofing. We had to make sure nothing about
our newhome would be a danger to baby Hank. The pool is fenced
all the wayaround with metal bars. We like to barbecue a lot, so
we havecaps on the on/off switch for the grills since Hank Jr. loves
to pressbuttons. We put covers over anything that gets hot, we
installeddoor handle locks on all the doors to make sure Hank Jr.
can't getout, and we put in a metal gate at the top and bottom of our
stairway.And, of course, socket covers all over the house.
One of thelast times Hank went to our dream house before we
officiallymoved in, he took baby Hank with him and the next door
neighborsinvited Hank Jr. over to play with their kids! That made
me sohappy, I just started to cry. Someone could offer me a million
dollars totake a different house and I wouldn't care. Money is just
money, butwhen I heard that there were kids baby Hank's age right
next door,I was thrilled. He'll probably grow up with them and go
to schoolwith them. This is where lifelong bonding begins. I imagined
hiswonderful childhood unfolding in that neighborhood. It's
the best thingI could have heard.
And sincewe moved in, I've met all of the neighbors and they
areawesome. I know I made the right choice. Hank was over there
a lot morethan me because I was on DWTS, so he got a head start
on meetingeveryone. But after DWTS, I finally got to know them
all. We'drun into each other on the street, we'd see each other in
our yards,and we'd just start talking about the neighborhood—it's
somethingwe all had in common! It was all just so easy. We felt like
we'd beenliving there for twenty years.
This was soimportant to me because for so long we had been
moving babyHank around to a million cities, in a million homes,
and neverletting him get to adjust. We were in cities we didn't
know andwithout friends or family for support. I tried to keep
him indoorsand away from the elements, whether that was freezing
temperatures,city life, or just anything we couldn't control.
But I don'twant to hide little Hank from life anymore. I may be
scared ofall the dangers out there, but I'm not going to keep my
son safelyindoors and shrouded in bubble wrap. I'll book him play
dates ortake him to the park, and whether the parents know I'm a
celebrityor not doesn't matter. Raising kids in Hollywood doesn't
mean yourkid has to only grow up with famous friends. While I
will alwaysbe paying close attention to anyone who is approaching
my child,what's most important is getting baby Hank out there
with otherbabies and letting him develop the social skills he needs.
I take babyHank to a baby class every Thursday for a twelve-
to-twenty-monthclass where he can socialize. I've noticed that
I'm one ofthe only parents who allow their child to go off on his
own andexplore. Every other parent is attached to his or her kid
like glue.When their child wants to interact with Hank Jr., their
parentsjust grab them and say, "No, no, no. Be nice." And all I can
think tomyself is, "What do you mean 'be nice'? The baby didn't
doanything! Are you serious?" If the kids tap one another to talk,
let themtap each other. That's not hitting. I know when baby Hank
is tryingto hit someone and when he's just exploring or trying to
makefriends. I think parents meddle in their kids' business way too
I have beennoticing that kids are a lot more sheltered than they
used to be.I don't know if it's me or society, but it seems like
parents aremore protective of their kids than ever. Not me; I'm all
aboutlittle Hank Jr. falling down and knowing what it is to hurt.
I want himto be tough. I am raising a kid, not a porcelain egg. He
deserves tolearn for himself what it's like to fall or get a scratch.
Recently inour old neighborhood I took baby Hank to the park
on a Sundayand there were only five kids there on a sunny day in
L.A. Whereis everyone? Now, I don't expect Shiloh Jolie-Pitt to
be there,but surely more than five kids would want to play outside.
Luckily twokids there were his age, so I encouraged him to
invite oneof the other boys over to play with him. He was so excited
to hang outwith a boy his age, but before they even got settled, the
dad cameover and steered his son away so he wouldn't bother us.
I said itwas no problem—we were just sitting in the grass blowing
bubbles,not much to interrupt—but they left. Socializing is good
for kids,so I want Hank to ask to play with other kids in the park.
Am I theonly one letting my child explore? If so, am I raising him
the wrongway?
That's justhow I was raised. I loved building forts, and I fell
from treesand scraped my knees. Now I look back and I thank
God for mychildhood. I remember a couple times where I got hurt
pretty badand I was bleeding, but I was fine and it made for the
beststories. My mom used to kick me and my brother outside to
go have funand explore. I actually stole my grandpa's wood out of
the garageand would take a hammer and nails and put it together.
Most kidscan't do that kind of stuff anymore, but I wonder with
kids soprotected and isolated what they will grow up to be.
I'm constantlytrying to guide Hank Jr. down the proper path,
to keep himaway from the bad temptations I faced and move him
toward thegood experiences I did have. I laugh about it because the
only way Ican explain it is to say, "I don't want to shelter him, but
I do wantto shelter him." I've seen so much craziness throughout
my life, somuch dirtiness, and I lived through it. Now I feel like it's
my job as amom to protect him and prevent him from experiencing
any ofthat. I know a kid is going to be a kid. Scrapes are fine; he
will fall.But I want to do whatever I can to raise him right. It's my
job toguide him into good habits, not bad habits.
I don'twant him to be aware of how crazy adults can be . . . yet.
So I shieldhim from it. If Hank and I are getting heated, we make
sure tospell things out or give each other looks that say, "Let's wait
to finishthis conversation until we aren't around the baby." It's like
pressingpause on whatever situation we are in. It's harder for Hank
to waitthree hours to finish our argument—he usually gets a little
more heatedduring our spats—while my natural instinct is to delay
theargument and protect the baby. I don't want baby Hank to have
badmemories of his parents fighting; I don't think there's any way
to erasethat. I will always remember my father's rage when my
parentsfought or the time he punched a hole through the wall. I
will neverget that out of my head. I don't want that for baby Hank.
I alwayswant to make sure he has nothing but happy memories.
Life isn'tperfect. I know there will be times where Hank sees us
fighting,but I want to do my best to limit it. I am always aware. As
much as Imight want to fight in that moment, it's not worth it for
baby Hank'ssake.
Hank Jr.deserves the best chance possible. He's got more of an
advantagethan Hank and I had combined. My teachers sucked,
my friendswere as bad as me, and my mom was working all the
time. SoI'm not letting that happen to baby Hank; I'm guiding
him throughhis childhood. I'm his guardian angel. But I also know
that makesme a bit of a control freak.
People areafraid of everything. The reality is there probably
isn't somuch to worry about. We remember all of the bad things
happeningin the news and on TV, and we're scared. It's a natural
reaction,but it affects our everyday life and how our kids perceive
the world.It's either a wonderful place full of opportunity or
a scaryplace. I say, turn off the damn TV, get off the Internet, and
just letyour kids be kids.
I rememberwhen I was a kid and I had only twenty-one channels
on my TV,and that was more than enough. We had lots of news,
Nickelodeon,and MTV (which I was banned from watching until
juniorhigh), and then we had VH1 and E! and HBO. Having only
thosechannels made me appreciate it more when a movie came on
everySaturday night on HBO. With so few options, I was bored
juststaying inside. It made me go outside and enjoy life. Now we
havethousands of channels and too many options!
Hank and I hadvery similar childhoods and we talk about it all
the time.We liked the same sports, watched the same shows, and
shared alove for Pogs. Now that I know that Hank collected them
too, I'msure on the same day at the same time we were both playing
Pogs. Andwe both had so much fun playing outside. That's
what wewant for little Hank. Even though my teenage years sucked
and Hankwent through hard times too, we are so thankful for our
childhoods.We both just loved running around playing tag, playing
softball,building forts—that was a real childhood. It's because
of thoseexperiences that we are so passionate about giving Hank Jr.
the bestchildhood he can have. Which to us means freedom and
exploring.Of course, we are teaching him his left and right and
things likedon't cross the street before looking both ways—the
commonsensestuff. But everything else we just want him to
explore onhis own. If he falls, he falls. We are going to let him figure
it out forhimself.
When HankJr. cries we don't always run to him if it's not serious.
We want himto gain a sense of independence and not always
look to usfor help. I don't want him to think that we are always
lookingover his shoulder spying on him or that we'll always be
there whenhe falls. Hopefully we will, but it's not a guarantee.
We're stilladjusting to life in the suburbs, and we are desperate
to find hima playdate. Of course, Kourtney Kardashian and I have
talkedabout playdates. But in the year and a half since our kids
have beenborn it's still yet to happen. We both have busy work
schedulesand travel back and forth between New York and L.A.
Now thatwe're both living in Calabasas we will hopefully end up
doing itsoon.


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Table of Contents

Introduction ix

1 Motherhood 2.0: The Plight of the Modern-Day Mom 1

2 Lights, Camera, Diaper Change 15

3 I Eat Breakfast in the Shower 23

4 Seven to Seven, Seven Days a Week 33

5 No, Mommy and Daddy Are Not Getting a Divorce 41

6 Meltdown in Minnesota 55

7 Full-Body Blues 65

8 Getting Back to Kendra 19

9 Fast Food and Fast Sex 95

10 The Birds and the Bees 109

11 Marriage Is My Day Job 123

12 Mama's Big Night Out 135

13 Wine, Oysters, and Sex in the Backseat 149

14 The Dance of a Lifetime 161

15 Kendra the Show 183

16 Mommy Issues 195

17 Parentnoia 201

18 Keeping It All Together 215

Afterword 221

Acknowledgments 226

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books4momCW More than 1 year ago
I am a big fan of Kendra's. I have followed her since GND. I absolutely loved her first book Sliding into Home. To think it is possible to love her second book more is crazy. From the first sentence in this book I was hooked. She really knows how to pull the reader into her story. Kendra did not leave much to the imagination with this book. She goes through how she has had a struggle as a new Mom and adjusting to her Husbands football career. I wish I would have read this book before I had my son, so at least I would have known someone else went through what I did. Granted she could have elaborated more on some subjects and less on others. I really found this to be an amazing follow up to her first book. I already hope she is planning to write a third and I hope it is just as good. If you are a fan of Kendra then you must read this book. Especially if you are a Mother. Read the book it is worth the time. Also, be prepared to laugh out loud. I did so many times.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Her show is on WeTV now and I still watch it. I am a 52 year old single woman and I just adore he, her handsome hubby and their too cute for words son. (The broken hearts and tender tears of dozens of girls will follow him through life...he is going to be movie-star handsome.) I first found K-dub on "The Girls Next Door". At first, I did not like her. But over time, she grew on me. Now I love her like the daughter I never had. Yes I too enjoyed "Sliding Into Home" more but perhaps it was because it was more spicy. To me, the Kendra in this book is the true Kendra. The Kendra in "Sliding Into Home" was too busy trying to find herself and did not have time to be herself.
smilesMA More than 1 year ago
Found myself rushing just to have the book over with. First book was a bit better. Nothing exciting or really new in this one. Bt if you're a fan of Kendra - its not bad.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love reading Kendra's books because she is so down to earth. She tells it like it is and she isn't trying to be someone that she is not. I also like the fact that she gives so much advice about being married and having a child. I will definitely reread this book while entering those stages of my life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put the nook down with this ebook!
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I love kendraand the book was good. But it got to the point where I just wanted it to be over. I loved the fist book and this was far from it. :/
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I loved it
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I liked Kenda's first book and like others watched the Girls Next Door, but this book didn't compare. Lots of poor me or look at all that I have.
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I read the Introduction and was bored. I think she is a real loser anyway.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good book!!! I finished it in one day. for being an ex playboy model her life is. Dry similar to that of a normal everyday mom, her story is very honest Nd I really enjoyed her not hiding things like her marital issues or her insecurities. Very good read!!!!
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Luv her!
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Love itt!!!!
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I love kendra so much.
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It is a good book. She has great humor.