• 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 am selfish.

Sometimes, I forget my husband. I forget that my husband has fears & doubts & worries.  Partly because I see him as a pillar of strength, the unwavering head of our family.  Mostly because I can’t remove my head from my ass long enough to consider him. & that’s just awful. I forget that he’s [...]

You shut your mouth when you’re talking to me.

Nate & I have realized pretty quickly that we’re nearing that time.  That time when nothing we say is sacred or safe.  That time when Harrison begins repeating everything.  He has “hey” down pat.  Along with nana, momma, dada, & some form of “no” for Tuck (ha!) & it won’t be too long until “arsehole” [...]

I’m getting all sniffly & sentimental.

Because y’all?  This day has the full-on recipe to suck. Nate threw out his back.  Which meant we had to carpool in, even though our days of carpooling were supposed to end today.  I spilled something oily on my dress, which makes it look like I dripped water, except it’s totally dry.  & since we [...]

Great Expectations.

As a blogger/writer/whatever you want to call me as long as it’s nice, I get a lot of inspiration from other bloggers.  What they say, what they’re feeling.  When they’re strong enough to step forward, it oddly gives me a sense of strength.  & AllisonO hit the nail on the head of something that’s been [...]

I have no creative title for this because Harrison just puked in my mouth.

My child threw up in my mouth today. You read that correctly. MY CHILD.  THREW UP. IN MY MOUTH. It started off so sweetly innocent.  He sat on the bed, shaking a sock happily while I folded laundry & I got the urge to learn over to play with him.  So I did.  Because I [...]

Desperate housework.

I cannot do everything.  ugh.  I hate admitting that.  I like to pretend that I wear this SuperMom cape that leaps mountains with a single bound, but really, I’m just sort of skirting around them. Hey, guess what?  I’m human.  I can’t spin the world on my pinky.  I can’t be a working mother & [...]

Selective hearing.

Remember this post?  Where Nate told my mother-in-law to kindly back off my vagina & quit supplying me with maxi pads? She listened!!! SHE REALLY LISTENED!! o o o o She bought tampons this time.

Where I almost killed us all only 7 days into the new year.

Remember how I almost killed my husband yesterday?  Well, today I forgot to take the spoon out when I was re-heating Nate’s chili for dinner. The metal spoon, that is. Harrison may be much happier, but it’s safe to say that his Momma’s sanity & mental capacities have yet to return.

Where I almost killed my husband only 6 days into the new year.

Harrison has been such a joy today that it’s hard NOT to be in an amazing mood.  & with me, an amazing mood = productivity. So to celebrate this turn in the tide, I made homemade salsa.  Then I decided to put on my SuperMom cape & thought I should greet my husband tonight with [...]

Good thing I cleared the laundry off the guest bed since Aunt Flo showed up this morning.

Last night (or technically, this morning), I was up at 2:30 am with a crying, wide-awake, refusing-to-be-soothed Harrison.  When the four o’clock hour drew near, I thought “No way could this be worse.” But then I got awful stomach cramps.   Five minutes later, I thought, “Well, nothing could be worse than a screaming baby & [...]