• 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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Mom jeans & the Paint Stylings of Blair.

I need to talk to y’all about the post-baby pseudo-FUPA. This is serious.  Stop laughing. If you’ve had a baby, you know what I’m talking about.  If you’ve had a baby & don’t know what a FUPA is, Google it & then you’ll know what I’m talking about.  (I’m terrified of the spam & creepy [...]

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 [...]

I’m committing to losing a 9-month-old.

After a week like last week (down four pounds!) I’m a little miffed to see the scale not moving this week, even though it could be expected.  & I realized – I need a new goal.  A specific, hard-number goal. It was so easy to drop the baby weight & then the Harpie weight.  They [...]

Bojangles.

It’s only the most delicious fast food ever.  Fried chicken, fries with Bo Spice aka a special spice they sprinkle on top, biscuits, mmmmmmm….

Only I’m allowed to call myself a “fat ass,” thankyouverymuch.

Dear Girl in TJ Maxx, I am not quite sure what happened – I was standing there, minding my own business & perusing the baby blanket aisle for a gift for my buddy, when all of a sudden I hear a *huff* & the screeching tires of a stroller about to pop a wheelie or [...]

I promise, I'm not going to continue to be all I-hate-my-body emo for much longer.

We’ll get back to tales of Harrison, McFatty Monday is starting with the New Year, & I am pretty sure that once I go back to work, you’ll be begging me to stop writing.  Until then, this is my current mental status, like it or not (I, personally, loathe it).  I’ve had a few people [...]

Round 2

Let’s hope Harrison cooperates today, right? We go in for a second anatomy ultrasound since the little mule wouldn’t roll over last time. As a direct result of my birthday bingeing on food, I fear the scale. FEAR. Irrationally, of course. Because I am a) pregnant & therefore supposed to gain weight and b) the [...]

Well, this is unfortunate.

While trying to eat a peanut butter cracker that was precariously balance between my forefinger & thumb, I slipped while aiming for my mouth. & it landed on my chin(s). And STUCK. Hello, tasty glob of gooey goodness on my face. (perverted thoughts in 3…2….1….)

There are donuts

about 30 feet away from me, teasing my senses with their glazed chocolatey goodness. Sugar, butter, fried dough, caramels…ohhhhhhh foodgasm coming on. Where did these donuts come from? Who brought them? Are they manna from Heaven? Now, how to get into the box without looking like a fatass, considering the four skinny people standing in [...]

Hungry, hungry hippo.

What I ate for lunch, in order of consumption: 1) an apple 2) a bowl of Lucky Charms (non-chocolate, unfortch) 3) a banana 4) another bowl of Lucky Charms 5) a piece of oven-fried chicken with 1 cup macaroni & cheese 6) a can of Coke to wash it down and that was just to [...]