Mon Petit Chou

It's been a while since I've been able to write and I hate to start off with an excuse but this time around, it's a valid one. Two words...business travel. Definitely not all it's cracked up to be. Take it from someone married to a business traveler who is away for more than half the year. In fact, as I'm writing today's post my hubby is literally en route home from his third trip this month. Meanwhile, back at home, baby Emilia is down for her long nap (mom win!) and I can finally spend some time writing. In my previous life (aka my 20's living in NYC) I did a lot of travelling for work. I tried making the most of it by exploring each city to the fullest on my off time. I treated myself to delicious meals and got to know all too many bartenders, which typically led to an overindulgence in champagne, etc. Granted that was a time without kids and other responsibilities. On the surface, life seemed pretty good, however by the second night in a lonely hote...

There's one word in the English dictionary that makes me cringe more than anything...colic. For other parents out there that has survived a colicky baby, I tip my hat to you! You are my heroes. I'm sure you'll agree that reading and hearing about colic will never, ever prepare you for what actually takes place. It is truly something I don't wish upon anyone. Yes, it's that bad! Mayo Clinic defines colic as: a frustrating condition marked by predictable periods of significant distress in an otherwise well-fed, healthy baby . Well, that's putting it mildly. It's a type of frustration you've likely never, ever encountered before. It can truly break you. Let's just say, baby Emm was born with a very well-developed set of lungs. Quiet and subtle are definitely not her style. Just as Hurricane Irma was making her way through the Atlantic coast this past September, our Hurricane Emm was beginning to surface. To this day, every evening around 6 p.m., ...

To be perfectly honest, I never thought I would enter the 'mommy blogging' world. First off, I'm a far cry from being tech-savvy and to me, online print lacks the unmistakable smell of a crisp new book. That being said, since baby Emm's arrival this past August, I have been getting much more acquainted with my smart phone and the blogging community. For starters, it's much easier scrolling through your phone than it is holding your little one with one hand and a book with the other, all the while trying to flip through the pages and zero in on the fine print. Since being up at all kinds of fun hours in the night, I have come across a variety of blogs. Some really good ones and others...well, not so good. I'm a big fan of blogs that are honest, compelling and beautifully stylized. That is what I hope  mon petit chou  will become. I read blogs to get inspired and take a brief mental break from reality. We already deal with so much as parents, a blog, in my mi...