Mommy moment...

Yesterday was Abby's two-month birthday, and it was an interesting day to say the least. After a fabulous trip to Long Island, including a train ride into the city with a walk around Central Park, it was time to fly home. She'd been getting kind of snotty, not behavior of course but nose/chest, and started to have a very rough bout of gas. It's funny how we can talk about gas, puke, snot, poop, and all other bodily functions with an infant or small child without any real discomfort, but we seem so touchy when it comes to adults. I digress....To make what could be a very long story short, Abby was very fussy in the airport, slept for the first 20 minutes of our flight and then woke up to the loudspeaker...and it was ALL over....she screamed bloody murder for 5 out of every 6 minutes for the rest of the flight.
NOTE TO ALL FLYERS....if you are seated next to someone with an infant, whether sleeping or inconsolable, do not ignore the parent. If you ignore the small being next to you, the parents will think you're "that" person thinking "great I'm on the flight with an infant". I've said this a lot in the last 12 hours, but trust me, out of everyone on the flight with a screaming infant...the infant wants to get off of the plane the most. Between bouncing, rocking, "shhhhh-ing", and wrapping her as close to me as I could get her for the painful decent into Raleigh and the pressure changes that must have been killing her ears I had a mommy moment.

I went into my own little bubble and wanted to cry with her, take away her pain, and no matter how much my back was hurting me, or the amount of spit up I was covered in...none of it mattered. This is a central part of being a parent, the selfless love that makes you want to throw yourself into a fire pit to protect your children. While I wish that she could have been more comfortable, I appreciated showing myself that I had this kind of love for her. After quietly shedding a few tears out of desperation, we both had a sigh of relief when she calmed down at landing.
THAT was my Chic Moment of the day. The rest of the world didnt matter, the spit up didnt matter, the breast milk all over my shirt didnt matter, my hair and make up didnt matter. What mattered was the 13.5 pounds snuggled into my neck and grabbing my shirt that will eventually call me "mom".

Until next time...

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So I couldn't afford the dress....

So do you remember the fabulous girly red Valentino dress I posted earlier?? Well clearly that's not in my budget...at around $3,500.....but Fairy Godmommy and I hit the outlets today and went to Saks off 5h (and again they were having a Veteran's Day sale, insert warning label here.
I needed a pair of new sunglasses and everything was at least 40% off...so I picked up these babies:

Normally if you bought these from Mr. Valentino they'd run you $365....seriously....I know.....but I got them for MUCH less...like less than $100. Yes they were still a splurge, and Kyle calls them "fake out glasses" because you can wear them and practically cover up your face not good for a guy trying to see what a girl looks like, I understand, but he's stuck with me already so I have the right to hide it if I can't get make up on in the morning before coffee.

Also, Joe's jeans were on sale for 40% off outlet prices....=$60....and so were the little kid's Joes...=$20, so Abby got  to have a Chic Moment with Joes Jeggings in a 12 month size. At the rate she's growing she'll be in them by the summer!!

Mexican Take out just arrived and my spit up machine is sleeping...although she just blew out her diaper so I have many things needing attention!

Until next time

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Perk of being your own boss...

Oh Wednesday...otherwise known as hump day, but really it's just another day. When you own your own business the saying goes "you get to pick the 90 hours you work in a week". I agree with that 110%. When I was "getting ready" to have Abby I tried to plan my maternity leave. Our company has a 7 week policy of paid leave, and you can use your vacation and sick time in conjunction, fantastic right? Well sure, but I couldn't exactly just vanish for 9+ weeks, but I can bring Abby to work with me. I was doing price quotes in the hospital the day she was born, I should have known the trend of my "leave" wouldn't change too much after that.
Fast forward to this morning, lovely hump day, when the biggest perk of getting to do what I want with work turned into going into the office with spit up on my sleeve. WOO HOO!! I had gotten myself ready, Abby ready, everything packed, and we settled in to walk out the door when my daughter in all of her demure feminine glory let out a burp to rival any drunk frat boy. Out comes the spit up all over my sleeve and I told her "this is why it's nice to be your own boss"....not exactly the perk I had imagined when I became my own boss.

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Why Dabble....

Well it's time to get back to blogging. I have long said that I wanted to write a book, but let's face it...I simply do not have the time! So, by blogging, hopefully the book will write itself. In the last 18 months my life has had MANY milestones. I graduated college, got married, moved into a new house, started a custom printing company in a 15,000 square foot building, got pregnant, and had a baby. PHEW!
Anyway, I was talking to a very good friend, Krista, this past weekend when she came to visit us and meet Abby (our daughter) for the first time. I told her that I thought it would be entertaining to chronicle my life, give fun design tips, have our chaotic dogs "write" entries, explain the fabuously rewarding and insanity creating element of life called parenthood, and juggle life through words.
When I was thinking of what to have my "signature" be for my blog I was sitting at my office desk typing with one hand and holding my sleeping 8 week old on my shoulder with my other. Abby is a joy, and has a different nick name for every possible personality (but we'll get into that later). The first week of her life I was trying to work her name into several songs and saying and intead of "Yabba Dabba Do" I said "Abba Dabba Do" and since then have been calling her Dabs or Dabber....then since my life is a hodge podge of a million different things I seem to be dabbling in all parts of life. Thus, "Dabble" was born!
Why Dabble in Chic...
EVERY mom, working woman, combination of the two, single girl of any age...every woman wants a touch of Chic in her life. I might not be able to catch a shower every day (GAH I admitted it), and sometimes I actually leave the house without a touch of makeup...but at the same time I find myself flipping through Vogue or watching episodes of The Rachel Zoe project and becoming infatuated with fashionable moments. We all need to Dabble in Chic at some point every day of our lives, and my mission (that I extend to you should you choose to accept is) is to find the Chic in all of life's crazy moments, even the ones covered in spit up!

Until tomorrow!