Without these 3 men in my life, I would probably be sunning myself on a beach in Mexico right now and sipping unreasonably large amounts of daiquiris while having lotion applied to my back by a few hot local Latino boys. But, who the hell in their right mind would want that!?

First, we have The Husband. He is a 40-something staunch Mexican Man who takes being stubborn to a whole new level. However, I call him the psuedo-Mexican man because he is a white-collar worker and hates tomatoes. He’s an enigma.

The Husband loves pick-up trucks, country music, 70’s rock, sports, action flicks and cheap American Beer.

The Husband hates sappy movies, dirty dishes in the sink and William Shatner.

Next, we have AJ. AJ is my 5-year old son. He is my firstborn and very dramatic. I thought by having boys I would avoid a lot of drama and therefore retain the spotlight. No such luck.  He swooped in one day before he was due and swiftly stole the good looks and charm right out from under me.

And finally, we have Mateo. He is 3 and very animated. Mateo also packs the drama too. He is an evil combination of devil and drama queen. He is also my velcro child. If he could crawl back inside of my uterus, he would. Trust me. He is, however, just as cute as AJ (on his good days) and full of love and cuddles.

While the estrogen to testosterone ratio in our home is incredibly imbalanced, all of these men are my reasons for breathing.

Even the dog is male.