• 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 [...]

Thank you instead of Thankful on Thursday.

Thank you for insisting on the big, squishy couches instead of the sophisticated ones I wanted. [Thank you for telling me that I'm pretty.] Thank you for making me laugh every single day. Thank you for letting me squeeze your blackheads when I’m in a bad mood. Thank you for letting me paint our dining [...]

4 Years.

Tomorrow morning if you wake up & the sun does not appear I will be here If in the dark we lose sight of love Hold my hand & have no fear Because I will be here I will be here When you feel like being quiet When you need to speak your mind I [...]

Let’s talk about sex, baby.

FYI:  People who don’t need to read this blog:  prudes, my pastor, the makers of the rabbit, & my father.  Please escort yourselves out of this post. I’m really into a kick with lyrics as title posts, no?  I should probably remedy that before it gets out of hand. On another note, it’s going to [...]

You’re pretty.

I really do have the sweetest husband alive. Last night, we crawled into bed.  I wore a grungy old ADPi tshirt from college, a pair of his boxers, with zit cream & lime-green rollers in my hair (HEY, DON’T JUDGE MY NOD TO 1950, OKAY?!) & he leaned over to kiss me.  “Babe,” he said.  [...]

Thank you. (aka Happy Father’s Day)

For being the incredible father I always knew you would be, & then going above & beyond.  You’ve carried me & our little family all year, & “thank you” will never be enough for the sacrifice, loyalty, & unwavering stamina you show daily.  Thank you for making our son laugh daily, being the first one [...]

Back to basics.

Yesterday, we took advantage of the GORGEOUS weather & headed to our alma mater to enjoy the sunshine & revisit the places where our life together began.  Beginning with this building, where we first met: Harrison totally took the picture.  You know, from his stroller.  Or, at least, the camera sat on the stroller with [...]

Wedding.

Have I told y’all about the time that I shoved cake in Nate’s face & it was totally socially appropriate?  & then he licked it off my fingers even though we were in a Southern Baptist reception hall?!  Scandalous! But you know, the licking was okay.  Because we were married & even if you’re Baptist, [...]

The story of us.

In case you missed this over at Look at the Birds yesterday!  (she’s one of my favorites on my reader, so she should be on yours too!) I give you a courtship with morning breath ______________________________ I met Nate in January 2002 in a Feminist Rhetoric Class. Yeah.  You read that correctly. But it was [...]

The Dirty Day Shred.

Let’s put this bluntly – having a baby is like watching Britney Spears shave her head with crazy eyes & then ram an umbrella into an SUV at a gas station.  Remember how you felt?  Helpless, humored, confused, & shocked with a massive dose of “WTF IS GOING ON HERE, PEOPLE?!?!” yeah.  That’s what happens [...]