all the single ladies, all the single ladies (or all the dorky white homemakers...)

one year later i'm finally making this happen. i've enrolled in a hip hop class. it's ridiculously fun. you're all invited. as i attended class with some of my brave comrades last night, i couldn't help but wonder if i was the only lactating mother of two in the dance studio. going out on a limb here, but i'm gonna guess that indeed, i was. crazy, right? and all of a sudden i think i need leg warmers and neon leggings. just because.

when i sold my car, i bought some wellies.

i think it was a good decision, no?

a little bromance.

this is fox's little friend, will. can you feel the love? as i was looking through these pictures, i got a pang of sadness in my heart about how cute these little amigos are together now, but they probably won't remember each other in a few years. our days in new york are numbered, and of course we hope someday, under much different circumstances (like having an income), we can come back. it may happen, it may not. in the meantime i've got to be more diligent about taking lots of pictures of moments like this for fox and indiana so they can look back and see what their lives were like in nyc and how many wonderful friends they had here.

memo.

okay family and friends, i just discovered i've been walking around with a hole the size of my fist in the crotch of my jeans for who knows how long. i'm pretty sure the rip is the combination of a "stress fracture" (probably from prematurely squeezing back into my normal jeans post-pregnancy... curse my vanity) and my thighs rubbing together, creating enough friction to disintegrate any manmade textile. if you saw said hole and couldn't bring yourself to make me aware of the situation, there is a special place reserved for you in outer darkness.

sunday worship.

indie likes church. or dresses. or both.

if it feels like my posts have been a little child-centric as of late, that's because they have been.

will someone remind me about that part where i sleep again?

the sweet younglings have aligned, and it's beginning to feel like their motives are sinister. i'm almost positive that i'm the target of some cruel science experiment: how far will the mothership go without sleep before she's driven to drink. for the past week or so, just as one little monkey is drifting off to sleep, the other takes the wakefulness shift. it all feels just too... deliberate... calculated, if you smell what i'm steppin' in. and i'm dreading the day when the late night olympic coverage ceases to own my television. bob costas and his dry wit have been nursing me through the lowest points. then, miraculously, at 8:07 on saturday morning, they succumbed:

asleep in my lap

oatmeal untouched (he gobbled it up hours later. ice cold goop = breakfast of champions)

life after your 29th birthday.

it's not so bad.

thing one.

thing two.

awesome.

let's make a list, shall we?

ten things that are incredibly awesome:

1. baby acne.

2. 29th birthdays.

3. dog urine.

4. when your two year old treads his bare feet through dog urine.

5. when your husband's phone unintentionally calls his parents' home and your unsuspecting in-laws get a front row seat to the household drama and your potty mouth as your two year old treads his bare feet through dog urine. oops.

6. commercial air travel.

7. turning 29.

8. the number 29.

9. north dakota in january, or so i hear.

10. swimming suits.

house arrest + babies + wandering thoughts = this post.

gramma julie, grampa clark

fuzzy. love it.

post-nap emo hair. love it.

her majesty, ready to go out.

why yes, in fact; fox's pajamas are indeed painted on.

show us your muscles!

• on the day indiana was born, i took two cab rides. the pain was a bit much for casual banter to ensue during the second trip, but the conversation during the first ride touched on various interesting topics: the mayan calendar and "2012," antibiotics, winter blooming plants, inventors, the second avenue subway line, female drivers (and their superiority over male drivers -- coming from a male cabbie) and government conspiracies. all in under fifteen minutes. it was one of my favorite new york moments.
• my mom left me this week. she deemed me mentally stable enough to care for two young children and a dog. and a husband. i think she needs to be checked. after i shut the door as she walked out of my life, i looked around at fox and indie and the dog and just felt terrified and helpless. cue tears. fox noticed my sobs, stared at me for a second before giving me a hug, some nice pats, then asking me if i wanted a snack. oh dear. should i have laughed or cried some more? scary how well he knows me.
• i've resolved to postpone my new years resolutions until february.
• if you ever find yourself moving to new york city AND have more than one child AND the sum of your children's ages is less than or equal to 2.5 years AND you don't have a nanny = you NEED to live in an elevator building. unless you insist on being a martyr or breaking a limb.
• i may get in trouble for the next two pictures, but a little crack never hurt anybody, right?

indie bum.

fox bum.

to jaclyn, hilary and shelby:

please tell me mom and dad still have this movie. freakiest show ever. i'm crying laughing. we're totally watching this next time i'm home.

day one.

the apartment looks like a warzone.

we're drowning in binkies (fox)/pacifiers (indie).

our hot water is off (!!!).

even our dog has bags under his eyes.

but there is a lot of sweet love up in here.

xoxo.

day one. from erin burton on Vimeo.

the indie stats.

my dear and talented friend kathryn also took some priceless photos of baby sister. go leave her a comment, encouraging her to do this stuff professionally. i mean, really.

i was incredibly shocked when my friends and family told me matt hacked this thing and posted pictures of baby sister. i truly had no idea he knew what to do, and i have to admit the control freak inside of me started to panic for just a split second as i was feverishly trying to remember if any carnage accidentally slipped into the delivery room footage. i should have known better; you're a good man, matthew... you done good.

so, sweet miss indiana...

born: 1.12.2010, 2246 hours

weight: 7lbs 12oz

length: 19 3/4in

- lots of dark hair, but it looks slightly lighter underneath, like she needs to get her roots done

- came out with long, pretty fingernails and eyelashes in full bloom... quite the lady

- immediately upon arrival she cleared out her own airways with her shrieking, then proceeded to poop on me... quite the lady

fox has been very attentive to indiana's needs. this morning he made sure she had plenty of supplemental formula for breakfast.

Indiana Fe Burton has arrived

This is Matt; and since I'm blogistically challenged, Erin will post additional photos when she's home from the hospital...

lend an ear.

i've been updating the epod lately, and i'm slightly smitten with these two diddies. excuse the homemade clips and the poor audio quality, but youtube wasn't much help today, and you'll be able to get the general idea. i obviously went with an early 80s erin and jaclyn theme today.

the mummers - place for us

the tune kind of goes 'big top pee wee' on you around 2:04, but overall it's just the kind of twee-ish sound i like.

place for us from erin burton on Vimeo.

kings of convenience - mrs. cold

i love these nerds and their pretty melodies. this is just cute. and they sometimes remind me of the conchords, no?

mrs. cold from erin burton on Vimeo.

greetings from 2010.

1. christmas break is over. matt goes back to school tomorrow. do you know what that means? it means i have to watch family feud by myself now. watching it alone makes me feel slightly pathetic, and i'm hoping even my closest of friends won't judge me for this admission, but i guess i have no shame; i love the feud. matt and i watched it nearly every day during the break. we got so into it that we've decided to start taking detailed statistical data on whether or not it is in your family's best interest to "pass or play." matt even got mad at the television set right along with me when the 100 randomly surveyed individuals who were asked, "what things would you find in a manger scene" did not yield a "mary" or "star of bethlehem," yet a "christmas tree," according to the dopes who answered, would surely be included. where is family feud finding these goobers? i'm a little worried about our nation.

2. it's cold here. no, seriously though. and i don't care if you live in utah and it's cold there too... do you own a car? a car with heating capability? and are you able to drive this car to the grocery store? that's what i thought.

3. last week i think i saw two B- or maybe even D-list stars. one was the guy who played maggie gyllenhal's hippie husband in the movie, away we go, and the other was the guy who played 'elliot' on that 80s show my parents would never let me watch, thirtysomething. i don't know these dudes' real names, therefore i don't think these two sightings combined would even warrant a "close encounters with famous people" post. but i thought i'd just throw that out there for all you 'elliot' fans.

4. i'm very ready to meet baby sister, but she's obviously got some reservations about meeting me. the more i try to coax her out, the quieter she gets. i get the strongest contractions while sitting on the couch, staring into space. i have a feeling i'll be doing a whole lot of nothing this week, except for the feud. who's with me?

one year.

bright and early last december 29th, we rolled off the red eye and into a cab, walked up to the door of our building, panicked that our couch wouldn't squeeze through the doorway, and then this happened:

happy anniversary, new york.

xoxo.

two things that will shoot a blogging streak right between the eyes:

1. a major holiday.

2. a sick child.

it's just cruel when one and two coincide, but at least the sick child saw santa before the fever kicked in. we took fox to see the real mccoy at macy's department store in herald square. kind of magical, really. the whole process of waiting to see santa was fun -- trains, elves, music, christmas spirit oozing from every little snowflake of the display -- but let's discuss santa:

santa looks good, but something just feels slightly off. those beady little eyes... were they twitching? one coffee too many? or is this guy about to snap from too much holly and jolly and rub out the nearest elf? fox's reaction is typical for a toddler, but in this case i really can't blame him. i'd be wondering too why my parents would place me in the arms of someone who looks slightly unhinged.

but like i said... the rest = magical.