• 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 [...]

Manuevering Motherhood.

Motherhood. It’s different in different stages. Nothing ever stays the same.  Ch-ch-ch-changes. I’m tired. Hell, I don’t know what to write.  When Sarah & Kit & I began discussing a progressive post, aka a post that started in one blog & continued in the others, I got tingles down to my toes about the possibilities [...]

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 [...]

How I Spent My Spring Break.

Remember those God-awful essays in school?  SO boring & pointless.  Because you’d drone on & on about the pool and tulips & bonding with your mother when in reality, you spent your spring break on your period, hating the world until you were TRIPLE-DOG-DARED to make-out with Brace-face Brian behind the bushes outside the tennis [...]

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 [...]

Mother’s Day.

I am a MOTHER. Some days, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I never knew I could be this strong. Being a mother makes me feel wiser, more compassionate, & open to life. I have never hurt this badly.  I have never felt this inept.  I have never been this resilient. I love [...]

National Infertility Awareness Week.

Infertility affects one in eight people. Shock you? I wish it shocked me.  I wish that years ago before any of us started talking children, I didn’t know that at least a few of the besties would fight it.  I wish Meredith had not lost four babies & two years, even if it resulted in [...]

I hope you wish on every star; I hope you never fall too far…

Tonight, I sat drinking with my Twitter buddies (oh em gee, I’m so simultaneously lame & awesome) & flipping through old pictures.  & suddenly, I was seized with the most poignant, emotional grip around my heart. This girl, right here: Did she know who she would become?  Did she know what an amazing life she [...]

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 [...]

An unpopular opinion.

& an undoubtedly controversial post. One that I may likely regret posting, but feel it is fair to address since I was shocked to find I was not the only mother that felt this way. Last week, a girlfriend of mine & I sat down to chat babies. We were discussing the ins & outs [...]