Well even though I wasn’t as festive this year as I have been in previous years, this holiday is still a favorite and I hope to enjoy a nice day at work followed by some quality time with my pumpkins <3

Tis the season:

But really, next year – it is going to be on.  Because my little pumpkin will be walking… We are totally talking spider webs, spooky trees and tons of pumpkins:


Home really is where your heart is.

In my life I have been lucky enough to always have a “home” or really move somewhere and lay roots.  My childhood was filled with fond memories of our home as children.  We had it all – a huge backyard, with an awesome swing set, a huge pool, massive parties (a couple wedding parities, seriously) and so many memories… great memories.

My twin brother, Joey. Little sister, Nicole and the best dog in the world, Rocco (our family German Shepard – Oso has HUGE paws to fill)

When I was in 5th grade we moved to my grandma’s building, a two flat in the city.  A huge difference from our first home.  We stayed here until I we were done with grammar school.  Again, we made roots, tons of friends and enjoyed lots of family company… It was the hub. We loved it.  We got to know our grandparents so well – a gift that cannot be replaced by anything.

Greatest Grandparents Ever (2008) – Grandpa is grunting at this photo from heaven. <3

Then my mom bought a house back near our first neighborhood.  Just in time for Joey and I to go to high school.  Another place that I will forever call home.  My mom still lives there, but so do I practically.  Our high school years were packed, basketball games, club activities, friends… More activities, you know how teenage years go.  This is also where I met my husband, the place where we had our baby shower, the area I trained for my first marathon, and where we plan to buy our first home.  My mom hates her home, but if I could afford to buy it, it’d be mine.  ;-)

Then I moved in with my future husband.  I was pretty young, but I’d like to think I made good decisions back then (and still do, I mean we are married, aren’t we?) and for the first time in HIS life, we stayed put.  In the first couple years of Hector and I dating he moved like five times in two years.  This was such a crazy concept to me, I simply didn’t understand the jump around.  They stayed in the same area but never lived in one place for very long.  So he had never really felt connected to a certain place, until he moved into his first apartment.  He lived there for a while, then I moved in and we stayed put for four years.  That was his first home, until life came full circle, my grandfather passed away and we moved back to my grandma’s building (a second go for me).  We have lived here for three years already.  It is home, but it isn’t our dream place or space.  But this place was our first move together, just him and I.  We got engaged here, adopted a puppy, got married and had a baby here.  Why am I talking about this?  Because it is a very real possibly we won’t be here too much longer.

Yesterday I spent the day here with my little man, and I’ve never felt so attached.  I grew up in this home, and my son was born here.  This will be his first home, which he will never remember but I will remember the first day home with him, forever.  Bringing him upstairs, placing his carseat on the floor and taking him out.  Being so exhausted that we cuddled up on the couch and fell asleep.

So although this isn’t our dream home, it is home.  I’m already sad at the thought of leaving with all the memories we packed here in such a short time.  Although moving isn’t for sure just yet, it really isn’t too far away.

I sorta want to hug the walls.  They have kept my baby safe and warm <3



Usually this time of year my home is filled with way too many pumpkins, tons of gourds and the smell of fall.

This year, I’m spending so much time with this pumpkin that I’m sort of behind:

Evan’s pumpkin costume for Halloween!  He is too small for most costumes but he has this and the giraffe <3

I think a huge part of being so far behind is that I’m simply so head over heals into everything for the baby and returning to work, he hasn’t yet clicked that it is FALL and HALLOWEEN is RIGHT around the corner!!  Geez!

We did get some of this in last weekend:


Pumpkin carving with the family!  Toasted pumpkin seeds are a favorite of mine, but I only like them while they are warm and straight out of the oven.  I do salt them, so the next day I was feeling a bit bloated… Pretty sure it was my seed over-load.  But it was worth it ;-)

We also got in some family photos:

And just as I post these from last weekend, we are already jumping into a NEW weekend!

I’m going to get some more pumpkins and a few gourds.  I’m going to also try my hand at making my own pumpkin puree so we can do some sort of pumpkin flavored goodie!

I wish I could stay but I have to run!





Whenever you are blue, put on the tunes and jam.

I had some negativeness in the brain yesterday, all day.  It is absolutely draining and totally not worth it, if you can avoid it.  What did I do about it?  Sob to a friend, who always listens and gives great advice.  Stew in it for a bit.  Slept on it.  This morning?  Woke up on the right side the bed.

Opened itunes.  Clicked Florence & the Machine and danced like a crazy while getting ready.  Verdict?


I ninja kicked that negative crap right out of the brain.  It is so. not. healthy.  There are so many positive things in my life, and I trust that things will just work out.  I’m entitled to moments of sadness, but they shouldn’t consume my life and I’m totally not doing that anymore.  So today I’m going to jam it out, strech it out and run it out.

My mind ninja is cleaning house today.  I’m going to snuggle with this presh baby:

Give my hubby some love:

and smile at the future because those two, and my friends and family aren’t going anywhere – and THAT is enough to make my heart sing.

Sure, that stuff that needs to get done, and I will make steps to clean all of it up, but those things cannot change overnight.  I just need to make strides to correct the things in life that make me slightly unhappy and move on.

happy. thoughts.

Happy Thursday, friends.  Tonight = football, Vampire Diaries, snuggle time and a sweatfest for yours truly.





My Love

Today I’m just so grateful for this man:

My husband.

It has been exactly one year since we said those famous “I Dos”

I have no doubt that this will be the first of many happy years of marriage.

After all, he is my soul mate.  My best friend and my forever.

Best part?  Even if we are doing nothing, we have a good time.

I love you my dear husband!


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3 Months

Well.  Here we are, with another month update.

I’ll say this every time, but how am I doing this update already?  Time has, as if it was possible, sped up even more.  I’m not sure if it is because I’m back at work or that we are buying a house, or a mixture of the two?  It could just be that a baby makes you hyper aware of just how fast time flies.

So this month has been fun.  Evan is a super happy little guy.  His favorite activities include:  bathtime, smiling, cuddling, tying to giggle, standing up (assisted but he always straightens his legs), talking, smiling some more, when I sing “twinkle twinkle little star” (ah, he must love me), and more smiling.  He is just a joy to be around, and loves conversations   He also loves his Baby Eisenstein videos and little piano grandma bought him.

We have serious conversations these days, he has so much personality.  He loves to wrap his fingers in my hair and has drooling down.  He is starting to chew on his paci instead of sucking on it.  He is an absolute angel, and a little ladies man.

Oh and he loves eating his hands:

Dear Evan:

Today you are three months old.  You are a complete joy in my life.  I started working again a couple weeks ago, and the HARDEST thing I HAVE EVER had to do, was be away from you for a few hours at a time.  I feel like a piece of me is missing when I’m away from you.  But!  Grandma Luz loves you lots and you are getting lots of quality time with Auntie Nancy and Uncle Josh, they all love you to pieces.

This month I have noticed just how much you absorb everyday.  You are alert, you follow things, you know your name and I swear you have full-on conversations with me.  You get excited to watch Baby Eisenstein videos with Grandma Debbie and love your little piano.  Grandpa Joe has a funny way of keeping you calm with little effort, and you like when he tells everyone “He is really saying HI!  He knows words but just can’t say them yet” – I told you he thinks you will be President, my little genius.  Today the camera has been in your face all day, I apologize, but I just feel I need to capture every second, because you grow a half an inch an hour.  You are SO strong!  Everyone comments on how they can’t believe your age because of your alertness and strength (it was all the baby pushups ;-) ).

My emotional breakdowns happen every other day now, which is much improved.  Why breakdowns?  Because I have never experienced days that fly by so quickly.  I wake up, see you, and suddenly the day is over.  HOW. DOES. THAT. HAPPEN.  Gone are the days I’d wish away, thanks to you.  I love every second of every day when I’m with you.  That is probably why work is so hard, but those seconds away I’m just focusing on how I’ll get to see you ;-)

This month is a special month.  October 2011 was crazy!  Marathon, Married, Conception, New Job.    This year is no different, Back to Work, New House, New Baby.  Daddy and I are going to celebrate our wedding anniversary with you in our arms.  How special is that?

I love you, with all your drooly faces, sweet baby kisses and even poopy diapers.  You are amazing in every single way.  Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more, I do.  Thank you for coming into my life little dude.


Post Baby Body – 3 Months

So lots of things are going on over here.  When life gets cray, it is good to slow down, take a deep breath and soak up the moment.

It is crazy how life changes when you have a baby, and I’m not just talking about the baby in your arms but the emotional side of things… Your outlook on things.  When you are the mother, the physical changes are hard to ignore, as well.

9/26/12 mornings with my beeb <3

I’m sort of beating myself up for not taking more before and after pictures of my baby body both while prego and now post-prego.  My body was insanely good to me during pregnancy.  It did all the things it needed to do with such grace.  It is a really amazing thing.  I got super lucky with how I carried and was able to keep a healthy diet throughout.  It wasn’t until after the bambino that I had any cravings (hence, the TJs 73% cacao chocolate bar I’m snacking on) so loosing the baby weight has been super slow.  I have days that are harder then others, where I look at my body and think ugh.  But overall, I’m happy with where I’m at and OK with the slow weight loss.  I think a major part of that “OKness” is because I’m still breastfeeding.  I try to always make healthy choices but sometimes I give in to my chocolate cravings.  Even though I am now (as of this am!!!) at my pre-pregnancy weight, my body HAS A WAYS TO GO.  This is evidenced by this photograph:

Almost EXACTLY a year to the day (tomorrow will be exactly one year) – my wedding.  I was very fit in this photograph (not my most fit, and probably a few lbs over my “normal” weight).  I carried a TON more muscle mass than I currently do, which is why I know that the pre-prego weight thing isn’t really achieved yet (muscle weighs more then fat).  So many people look at the scale when they are trying to reach their fitness goals. I’m not one of those people.  It isn’t even how my clothes fit, it is how I feel even though I’m religious with checking my weight when I look in the mirror I know things are softer.  My hips are slightly wider and my love handles are much more prominent.  This photograph was taken yesterday:

So here I am, 3 months postpartum with my sweeties one in my arms, one at my feet and one behind the camera.  This isn’t the best picture, but you can see my love handles and you can tell my arms aren’t as toned (thank God they aren’t flabby though! ;-) )

When I was pregnant a co-worker (another fitness junkie) asked me how long I was going to give myself to take off my pregnancy weight.  I told him 3 months.  I am almost there in some ways but so far away in others.  Looking back I should have told him 9 months.  After all, it took me 9 months to get to where I was, it is only fair I give myself that long to get back there.  If it takes longer, so be it.  Right now my body is still very much all for my baby.  He needs my arms to hold him, my chest to sleep on, and the awesome food I give him.  These days with him are short, he will be an independent little guy before I know it, and won’t be looking for my comforting arms as much, so if I cut workouts short for the time being, I’m totally OK with that because I can’t get the seconds with him at this age back again.

What did I do to loose the weight?  Clean eats, moderate-light exercise.  It really is all about diet and exercise.  Being aware of what you put in your body is key.  LOTS and LOTS of water and tea (Tj’s decaffeinated green tea and mother’s milk and chamomile when I have stress moments/headaches).  I try to do a warm lemon water mix in the am and add a bit of lemon to my water during the day (if I remember the lemon).  Even if I can’t get a full workout in I make sure to get in something, everyday.  Even if it is just 20 or so pushups (with breaks, I’m working on my pushups again) and some ab work or stretching – Oh and plenty of baby arm curls (see pic above ;-) )

For a comparison here is me, the day after baby and three weeks after baby (a little sleep deprived and sitting down so hard to see but you can see the belly sorta – I told you we were bad at pictures and by we I mean the hubs because I have a thousand pictures of him and Evan):

I’ve told you that I’m big on goals.  Well, Hector and I are reevaluating our goals this weekend and by when dates.  When it comes to myself physically (we do personal, physical and career goals) I’m totally giving myself a break for the short term (my 5 year goal is still to run a handful of 13.1’s or at least 1 marathon or triathlon and money permitting take a yoga-teaching course for the experience).  I think I kept some of this weight on a little longer, simply because of stress.  By putting too much pressure to take the weight off, and by being so nervous about work and buying a home.  Needless to say one of my daily personal goals is to – stress less but my Type-A personality makes that a lot easier said then done.

For my next update, my gym member ship will be active once again and I’m making it a point to take more pictures. ;-)