• 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

Early morning walk with pajamas & coffee in hand.

There is nothing better than waking up to cool weather with a hot cup of coffee & sunlight streaming in.  When those mornings happen, I feel so ready to take on the world.  Like I could cook, clean, make treats for the boys, & sit on the porch to read all book.  All by noon. [...]

Swingers.

Today was gorgeous.  & I’m not just talking about this fine piece of man-meat: RAWR. The weather was incredible, the house was clean, & we started the day with pancakes: I made the mistake of not having pancake mix in the pantry for the boys, so we went out as a family for a treat. [...]

Reality bites. But does it have to?

You know when you stumble across a blog post that completely rocks your world?  & it’s sweet because the owner of said blog probably doesn’t even comprehend the magnitude at which she may or may not have just changed your life.  By a few paragraphs, a few thoughts, & penning it all down on the [...]

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.”

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” [...]

My kid likes me better than you.

I loved the beach.  I loved the ocean & the sunshine & the sand.  I loved watching movies with my older brother & laughing at the same lines.  I loved making pancakes with The Momma.  I loved reading on the porch swing, curling up in bed for a nap with Nate, & that fabulous drowsy [...]

What we do matters.

For four days, I frolicked throughout New York City with over 2,000 strangers.  I took classes, drank martinis, participated in my first ever 5K, & wore shoes that absolutely killed my feet: good thing they are precious, right? I roomed with three amazing women – Jill, Mae, & Mandy.  & I DIDN’T GET MURDERED IN [...]

UNCLE, or more appropriately titled, What Real Estate Has Taught Me.

About two months ago, we decided to try our luck at this dismal economy & put our house on the market.  No real pressure, but just to see if it would sell so that we could move in closer to our jobs & therefore steal back another hour & a half out of our day [...]

Texts from last night.

Or, if you want to be specific, Texts from Wednesday Night. On Wednesday night, Nate & I headed out to see Dave Matthews Band in concert.  This, my friends, was an act of love on my part.  I like Dave…I really do.  But I don’t love Dave & I’ve put in four out of the [...]

I love beach music; I was born with it in my soul.

Harrison’s first walk on the beach. Things Learned on Our Brief 48-Hour Vacay: Feeding a child without a high chair is hell. Three hours in the car with a teething child is worse. Everyone should watch the sunrise over the ocean at least once. My child loves any form of water. “Hey, Daddy…what the hell [...]