I’m not an addict…



To caffeine that is…well, maybe just a little…

When I was a teenager, I had a sweet job at that Department of Justice thanks to my father. While there, I took advantage of all the perks that go along with being an employee for the State of California. Their in-house coffee stand was the bomb. My addiction to their mochas quickly escalated to me drinking double and triple shots, two times per day. I was cracked out. Caffeine truly works for me. After a few months of getting headaches on the weekends from the withdrawal, I decided it was time to end the madness.  I stopped cold turkey and while for the better part of my 20s I did partake in caffeine I vowed to never be addicted again.

Then I became a parent…It is the only thing that makes sense to me how these sleep deprived parents can stay awake (and alive) for at least the first few years of their child’s life. Oh and then multiply that by how many ever children you end up having. So not long after Mr. Gabe was bornI rediscovered my old friend.

The best thing I can say about caffeine is that it truly does work for me. I notice a marked difference in my brain function, mood, job performance, just overall attitude about life after a single-shot mocha, or more often than not, a cup of black breakfast tea (Trader Joes Irish is the best). As I continue my parenting life, my career, and my education, I have found that caffeine is not a necessary evil but powerful ally. Why am I trying to fight it? Yes, it is a drug but so is all the other crap I take to keep myself alive. And if my addiction is garnering positive results, I would be crazy to deny myself.

So I say to you fellow parents, worker bees, students, and just sleepy people in general, embrace the caffeine! It might be just what you need to get your day started!

Our Good Luck Charm


Getting to meet my son for the first time


Happy two years to my precious, sweet, perfect baby boy! Gabriel joined our family on March 17, 2012. I spent the majority of my pregnancy hoping and praying that he would not be born on St. Patrick’s Day. I wanted my little man to have his very own special day. Now, two years later, I realize he has enough personality to conquer any holiday. 

I still marvel at how much he has grown, changed, and changed me as a person. I can no longer just be a wife or a woman, I am a mother, and that is a title that is very special to me. Special because of him. He makes it so easy. I have always struggled to relate to children, to be good with kids. With this little guy, it is as easy as breathing. He’s magnetic and the ray of sunshine in my sometimes gloomy days. If I ever doubt myself, I just have to look at him to know I can make it through anything and everything, because I am his example. He relies on me and I get my strength from him.

Sorry to get all gushy (not really) but no feeling of love has ever come as easily to me as being a mother to my son. Happy second birthday Gabriel. I love you to the moon and back! XOXO


My favorite face in the world