• 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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Nanny McAuntie.

This girl is beautiful.  & bright.  & quirky.  & funny.  She’s fiercely loyal.  She doesn’t sunburn easily.  She loves TOMS shoes & photography. I could tell you a lot about my sister. I could even tell you things that would make her crawl in a hole, because that’s what sisters do.  We blackmail each other. [...]

Mommas.

Today, we dedicated our son to God.  Promising that we will do our best to show him Jesus, to raise him in a home that shows reverence to God, & to always say prayers before bed.  & remind him not to repeat the words we may utter under our breath at red lights. The Momma [...]

Family, Part 4. aka the grand finale.

I’m sad to look back through photo albums & realize HOW FEW pictures there are of me & Sister together.  It only makes sense, of course.  She spit out words at me, I ignored her to my best ability, & there was no way in hell we’d smush into a camera screen together unless we [...]

Family, Part 3.

Soon, the Middle left for college.  & I was alone. But I grew into the stereotypical American teenager – cheerleading, honor student, choir, friends, with the strong desire to blast Britney Spears from my hand-me-down car’s stereo. yep, that’s me at 16.  in my ‘stang. I was a good student.  A decent athlete.  I didn’t [...]

Family, Part 2.

When I was 13, my life changed. I know, dramatic statement of the year, right?  But I can tell you that not even having marriage, or a baby, or PPD has come close to touching the way the events starting in 1996 altered my life. To make a long story short, we received news that [...]

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.

Family, Part 1.

I am lucky – I had an amazing childhood.  Upper-middle-class as it gets, we were raised by two incredible parents, & I was the baby girl that rounded out the all-American family.  We didn’t have a golden retriever, but we did have a yellow lab.  We even named her Ginger, just like every other retriever-owning [...]

M. Stew had no idea what her poms could symbolize.

When I was a mere 14 years old, still biting my lip over being an entire foot taller than the majority of my peers, my English teacher requested that we write an essay about “love” as a nod to the impending February 14th. What is true love? Pretty abstract for a group of high school [...]

Do those electric dog fences work on humans to set boundaries, too? (Guest blog for jennepper.com)

(copied as the guest blog entry from Maybe If You Just Relax) So. This is awkward.  I don’t even know where to begin.  Normally, in my own world of internets best known as The Heir to Blair, I begin with a tale, or a picture, or even a long drawn out “Y’ALL WILL NOT BELIEVE [...]

Made of flannel & good intentions.

I’m not naming names… …but someone OBVIOUSLY did not get the memo that Harrison has male bits. p.s. it is the coziest, softest, most fantastic blanket ever. so we’ll use it. because real men rock pink fairies & rose buds, yo.