• Hi, I’m Blair.

    A sweet Southern girl. Married 4+ years to a devilishly handsome man. Harrison est. October 14, 2009. Miscarriage survivor. Reflux warrior. Battling postpartum depression. Working mom that drinks entirely too much caffeine in the morning. Over-sharing extraordinaire. Hates celery & liars. Loves chocolate chip cookies & to-do lists. "Blair" is my pen name.
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    My Little Buffalo

I’ve started working on Harrison’s first birthday party.

You know how I like to get obsessive about this kind of thing. Remember The Momma’s birthday party? I jotted down “pumpkin pie pops” on my list of tasty treats. Next to it, I wrote “I AM INSANE.”

Sean Connery & other forms of human torture.

Today sucked.  Not like a PPD suck, but like an average-run-of-the-mill-human-life suck.  Which is welcomed to some degree that I’m not anywhere near close to needing another psych admission, although the suckitude of this day makes me thankful that it is roughly T-2 hours until bedtime.  News from a friend had my heart both aching [...]

Parents are creepy.

I thought about this as I watched Nate crawl out of Harrison’s room last night. No, really.  He CRAWLED out on his hands & knees because when he went in for one last check before bed, Harry popped up on his elbows.  Looked around like, “Hey, WTF?!”  & Nate hit the floor before he could [...]

Zero effort.

i’m tired. my camera is currently out of commission, which is hindering any inspiration. my meds are messed up right now, which leaves me cranky & unmotivated.  & like it’s raining, even though the sun is shining. i would like to drown it all out in bojangle’s & swedish fish, please.  or at least a [...]

Please, baby. Tell me how you really feel.

Tonight while carpooling home, I slapped my knee & proclaimed, “BABY!  Are you ready for news that will blow your mind?!” (my besties will tell you that i tend to do that – i actually slap my knee & holler when i have REALLY awesome news.  like a redneck.  in kitten cole haan heels) He [...]

Unless you're selling Thin Mints, step off my doorbell.

After Harrison was woken prematurely from a nap for the THIRD WEEK DAY IN A ROW, I resorted to drastic measures past the typical “No Solicitations” sign: (yes, your third grader has better penmenship than I do. I accept defeat.) It’s not the doorbell that wakes him. It’s Tuck going batshitcrazy at the human who [...]

I made brownies.

& cleaned my house. & did a load of laundry. & made sure my mums have plenty of water. Just in case they say, “Okay, you’re having a baby today!” when I go in to get checked at 3pm today. So I’ll probably eat the entire pan of brownies, too. Just in case. I should [...]

File this under weird & disgusting.

I can’t decide if this should be filed under the definition of psychotic or nesting. Because it involves the scrubbing of shampoo bottles. Yes, that’s right. I cleaned my SHAMPOO BOTTLES. Back story: I tend to clean the shower when I’m in the shower (I’ll let you marinate on that visual for a moment) because [...]

In a funk.

Bear with me, folks. I seem to be going through this weird, awkward funk where I have a million different things on my mind, a to-do list that overwhelms me, & zero inspiration to tackle any of it. Honestly, I am so unmotivated & uninspired that it’s hard to write…& I feel like writing would [...]

Red welts (aka stretchies) on my ass don’t frighten Nate. What does frighten him? Coming home to me standing on a chair in the living room, cleaning the ceiling. Yes, you read that correctly. CLEANING THE CEILING. Look, people…it was DIRTY. I just hadn’t noticed it until I was cleaning the light fixtures in the [...]