tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567236269169311382012-02-13T15:52:00.665-05:00erinnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-47505254450111223392012-02-09T13:50:00.000-05:002012-02-10T01:35:27.716-05:00

i went to the costco photo center tonight to pick up an order.  and after the woman behind the desk had looked for my order for five minutes, it hit me that i actually never placed my order at all, i had just made it all up in my head.  that's full blown crazy right there.  epic-levels-of-stress-on-all-fronts-induced crazy.  either that or being 31 is going to be a lot uglier than i had

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nothing brings a parent greater satisfaction than watching the two little creatures that you created playing so well together. and nothing gives a parent greater blog fodder than when the two creatures decide to imitate life... as indie was walking around pregnant with her stuffed giraffe (named Boss--"giraffe" in indie speak) down her pajamas, fox declared: "i'm gonna go watch

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it was a day.  it started with an F-5 indiana tantrum that ended in vomit (and in her carseat, no less... it's her favorite place to lose it), and ended in a trip to run errands by myself after 7PM (which is a really rare, really good thing, but as i was in the dressing room i noticed that my nasty yoga pants had a hole in the crotch, and my mascara was everywhere but my eyelashes). so these

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going hunting for pictures on my external hard drive always takes 94 times longer than i think it will because my external hard drive is basically a giant, folder-less black hole into which i toss pictures of everything from synth cat here: to pictures of east 88th street and york ave: first, i feel like i need to explain synth cat.  and i honestly can't tell you

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a few months ago my dad asked me if i genuinely liked living here in dallas.  i responded with an emphatic "YES,"  and illustrated below is reason #82 why i think texas is great: the kids and i aren't shut-ins in january.  (i'm still having nightmares about the winter of 2010: new york city, {touchy} newborn, snow, stroller, baby bjorn, mice, snow, ice, snow, temporary insanity.) and having

erinnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-63837380486814381532012-01-17T02:45:00.000-05:002012-01-17T03:06:21.725-05:00

so, people started throwing up around here, including me.  in fact i can't remember the last time i tossed my cookies that many times in a 24-hour period.  so the video-a-day thing?  it died and was buried in a shallow, unmarked grave of vomit-soaked laundry. but gastroenteritis couldn't stop my saucy little filly from turning two.  indiana's favorite phrase of the year: "no i don't

erinnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-52832367548291849352012-01-03T02:13:00.003-05:002012-01-03T02:16:13.930-05:00

have you seen that "photo a day" thing floating around on instagram? each day in january is assigned a "photo" topic; today's topic was breakfast, and as i scrolled through my friends' instagram pics of their deliciously healthy, adult breakfast choices, i realized that i still eat like a six year old. but this "photo a day" project? i sort of love lists like these and regurgitated email

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and i've arrived.  i am one of those bloggers who only posts stuff about family holidays.  i don't like this feeling.

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i'm not usually one to get stressed out about blogging or not blogging, mostly because i don't have any rhyme or reason to the things i post.  i just blog when it hits me.  like i should mention that my son had some gastrointestinal virus last week, and while he was chewing on skittles, he vomited, but the skittles somehow weathered the heaving, and when it was all over he was still chewing on

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-13354306677289322822011-09-21T16:40:00.000-04:002011-09-21T16:51:10.495-04:00

the other day i went to home depot.  nothing special.  when i walked back out to the parking lot with my spoils, the driver's seat door on my car was wide open.  panic washed over me until as i went searching through my vehicle (iPod: check, and... um... diapers/wipes/goldfish/broken crayons: check), i realized that i had left the door wide open.  somewhere in between getting the kids out of

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this is for matt.  our boy goes to preschool. and he was so excited. and he loves it.

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when i pulled into my sister's driveway on friday evening, the first thing i noticed was the funnel web in the middle of her front yard. this was sort of a problem for me, but i suppressed the need to google until the following afternoon. but of course, of course, the first link that google coughed up was a month-old local news story about how some local yokel may have found an australian

erinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-63827224796964832802011-09-03T17:31:00.008-04:002011-09-06T17:38:21.849-04:00

this was shot somewhere in between the texas-arkansas border and crazytown. indie barfed shortly afterward, and i am really trying hard not to think about how my hungry dog was sitting right next to her.

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my blog and i just kissed and made up. about two months ago i felt like i lost my blog voice. the only thing going on in my life that i can possibly correlate this loss with is beginning the process of weaning indiana. and now you may be thinking one of two things: 1. "um, how old is your daughter??" or 2. "um, how old is your daughter??" honestly though i really wasn't in any hurry to get

erinnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-12150720628882558892011-08-16T18:30:00.002-04:002011-08-16T18:31:35.368-04:00

erin, this is a reminder to update your blog.

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a greek beach doesn't taste nearly as good as it looks.

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my picture text to matt, today, 5:14PM, relaying the day's activities:a sparkling, clean bathroom--one failed nap attempt and two movies later. and i let them destroy our closet, if that's even possible considering its previous state. just had to take a picture of this since i'm sure fox will pee on the walls in 30 seconds.

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camping. i never did it as a kid--maybe having all sisters had something to do with it... scared my poor dad away from entertaining the idea. even when i did do it (if you count LDS girls' camp as "camping"), my irrational fear of aliens and my love for a hot shower got in the way of developing a love for roughing it. and as a young, childless adult, unless it involved a boat or indoor

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-84096465931735512552011-05-30T02:23:00.007-04:002011-05-30T08:37:59.841-04:00

but first, a few things to note:1. the kids have been listening to a lot of harry belafonte lately. 2. although you wouldn't know it, yes, i do comb indie's hair.3. something worth trying on your next trip to fossil rim: invite your frenemies along, make them ride in the backseat but give them lots of delicious snacks, roll down the backseat windows, put the child locks on said windows, drive

erinnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-71245042769260792672011-05-21T00:01:00.003-04:002011-05-22T16:17:49.425-04:00

almost a year ago, on the night of matt's and my fifth anniversary, poor, sweet fox and i had a hot date to the emergency room. and this year, on matt's and my sixth wedding anniversary, i paid the remaining balance of that hot date. chest bumps. the pediatric ER is always a treat, but being there on your anniversary? watching snow buddies? now that's something special. and you better

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-16175516443939544822011-05-20T23:13:00.005-04:002011-05-21T00:45:49.606-04:00

i am so confused about #hash tags. i sometimes look at the twitter, and all the pound signs just make me nervous (kind of like when i see really short, really boxy shirts at urban outfitters and realize that fashion and i have officially broken up), and then i delete my account again. what does hash tagging do exactly that google didn't already do? besides make me feel like a loser? #

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matt's flight back into town was cancelled last night. this is the second time he's had a dallas-bound cancellation this week. so, shoot, since nothing compliments disappointment better than a big fat side of self-loathing, i thought i'd take the kids to chick-fil-a for dinner.there's something about hauling your two small children to a fast food joint BY YOURSELF that really makes you feel like

erinnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-49180040991105915552011-04-07T04:13:00.003-04:002011-04-07T04:16:28.839-04:00

but until then, this will have to do:

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erinnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-41730777385194773642011-03-05T13:09:00.006-05:002011-03-05T14:39:39.572-05:00

checking in on the kids at night: my sweet pea in the pod, sleeping on her face. normal.fox in (subtext: hogging) my bed. normal.gunther, using my kid sister's bed while she's away at college, has more square inch of mattress per body weight than all of the rest of us put together. sadly, normal. this picture is dripping with entitlement. look at him giving me the stink-eye."respect, woman.

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hi. this is me on a boat. but is is a linking verb, so technically i guess i should say, "this is i on a boat," right? but that just sounds gross. somebody help me out here.mjb and i went on a vacation, ALONE, TOGETHER, and we drove this around for a while:renting your own personal tuk-tuk is the only way to travel. very bueno. and i slept for a solid eight hours for the first time in well

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-43883015534126955182011-02-11T23:21:00.002-05:002011-02-11T23:36:17.432-05:00

this video is what happens when you cross rainman with buddy the elf.

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now that i've successfully made those of you still reading nice and uncomfortable...anybody have any hot tips on how to wean a one year old? i'm listening. because i am back to square one... see for yourself:the pump. i dusted it off, utilized it, dumped the white gold into a sippy cup and a bottle (we're regressing on so many levels here) and tried to feed it to little girl. utter failure;

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(happier times at the costco food court)sorry, buddy.we're filing this one in the "unfortunate things that happen because dad's on the road a lot and my mom didn't have any brothers" folder.poor son of a management conslutant. that wasn't a misspell.

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matt has confessed to me that there have only been two times during our almost six year marriage in which he has questioned his decision to marry me, and both of those times were when mice or evidence of mice were found in my living space. the first time was when we were backpacking through south africa... after a full day of driving, we checked into a remote bungalow very late at night. and i

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as i was hauling my dog and pony show home from tumbling class the other day, lady madonna shuffled up from my ipod. i love it when that happens--when the cosmos align and my ipod delivers pure, unadulterated satisfaction through the majesty of song. and in that moment i knew paul mccartney saw into my soul. where is lady madonna's husband? he must be a management consultant. i would love to

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and that makes me feel a little... crazy? no, crazy isn't the right word. whoa-ish? what's another word for whoa-ish? my baby turned one. did i ever tell you how indie entered the world? i had a doctor's appointment at 4:30PM, didn't actually see the doctor until 5:30PM, went home for an hour and a half, turned right around and hopped a cab back to the hospital, arrived at 7:30PM but waited

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fox: "no indie!!"erin nonchalantly glances at indie and continues to address/stamp cards: "fox, she's okay. she's just playing with a fork."...oh wait. ***erin: "fox, i'm sorry i lost my temper."fox: "that's okay mom. you can get it back."***and a potty training update. let me preface this by saying that i never had any brothers, so whenever i talk about this stuff to my mom and sisters, they

erinnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-69085121767358513422010-11-23T00:24:00.002-05:002010-11-23T01:06:06.439-05:00

sometimes i feel very shallow. like, this is what i'm blogging about? really? my dog licks the floor incessantly? and i make movies about it?this was shot over the course of 10 hours. totally unscripted. 100% iphone.let's discuss imovie for the iphone for a second. it's cool but limited. i almost didn't publish this because the background music wasn't loud and dramatic enough, the

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i'm calling it--he's potty trained. we wear big boy underwear around these parts. and now i'm sure tomorrow he'll poop his pants and try to hide the evidence somewhere really exciting.why didn't anyone tell me that having a freshly potty-trained child is a ton of work? i feel the same way i did when i started nursing for the first time--why didn't anyone warn me?? step one: remove every single

erinnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-86233506146873045362010-10-26T23:01:00.007-04:002010-10-27T01:52:21.726-04:00

feral hogs invade. that was the headline on tonight's local news. apparently the beasts are terrorizing my bedroom community nightly. first of all, what the what is a feral hog? and where in the world do these 400 pound dainties go during the day? a quarter ton animal? this is dallas, not the bayou. matt put on his coat the other day and found a costco shopping list from six months ago.

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so i live in a dallas suburb now. i am married. i have two kids. and a dog. we rent a nice townhome. drive two cars. my husband has a decent job. i stay at home. we are generally happy. aside from the fact that my kids have weird names, we're about as cliche as a middle-aged bald guy driving a mazda miata.and now i'm going to post a picture of my dining room, because that's what we (

erinnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-9284298922980262052010-10-18T23:11:00.002-04:002010-10-18T23:25:25.786-04:00

the kid has manners. you've gotta give him that.i like nesting. i dislike pirating weak internet connections.i really like sister wives. i dislike missing two episodes last night.i like not sitting in a car for 14 hours. i dislike mosquitos. and i highly dislike stomach flu.i like the bounty of texas freeways. nay, i love the bounty of texas freeways.i like it here.

erinnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-90542917677952005982010-09-26T23:57:00.005-04:002010-09-27T00:47:36.874-04:00

fox wakes up screaming. matt gets up with him, fox says he wants lunch. matt says he'll bring fox a piece of bread... "a big one," fox requests (meaning a whole piece, not a half). matt fills the order and lets the boy eat the bread whilst in bed. matt stumbles back to bed. i'm afraid fox will choke, so i go in to supervise.i walk in to fox's room; fox is lying in bed eating his piece and

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our little family of four has a photo scheduled for thursday, so it's only fitting that this morning i would have a ripe crop of pimples on my chin and that yesterday indie would get a shiner from smacking her sweet face on fox's bed frame. today i fully expect fox to grind his face into the gravel road. matt, you're our only hope.i went to texas last week to find ourselves a proper dwelling; and

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dear blog, this is how i spent my summer:summer twenty-ten cram sesh from erin burton on Vimeo.

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1. gymnast.or,2. carnie.she's flirting with this crawling business. and she had solids for the first time the other day. next week she'll start shaving her legs and wearing a training bra. is it too early for me to be baby hungry? pretend i didn't say that. i'm supposed to be running a half marathon in two weeks. if any of you out there would like to throw up a prayer on my behalf, i'd be

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"eggs."

erinnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-7041874082667481512010-07-04T23:14:00.004-04:002010-07-05T04:26:26.338-04:00

i don't have much to say -- that'll happen to you when you're living in your mom's basement. so when matt informed me last week that one of the russian spies arrested was one of his fellow columbia 2010 mba grads, had a class with her even, i devoted the afternoon to grabbing a few screenshots for posterity:that was fun.in other news:dear friends rica and dimitris came for a visit while passing

erinnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-62505966849501214772010-06-12T00:39:00.004-04:002010-06-12T03:00:58.924-04:00

i try to be pretty self aware and politically correct on this blog, but today i'm stressed and snarky and sort of don't care.hey harvard and stanford,you can't play this at your graduation ceremony:so there.yeah, i've blogged about this song before, and you're thinking "okay erin, you lived in new york for a second, get over it." but like i said, i'm emotional right now, and that tune means

erinnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-22384427875917637732010-04-30T16:29:00.007-04:002010-04-30T21:24:54.839-04:00

see these flashy little hotpants (hotpants as a noun, not adjective/noun combination)?i was hoping they'd turn out more like these (you know, to compliment fox's chiseled physique):but instead, fox is now the proud owner of these awesomely tubular biker shorts. i believe the manufacturer of this garment actually broke into my parents' basement, dug through the

erinnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-59877191975184278002010-04-29T01:24:00.005-04:002010-04-29T22:27:39.849-04:00

el templo.mi esposo. aye de mi.did you know that people actually shout, "bravo!" at the opera? is this something that everyone knew except for me? don't answer that. you can take the girl out of weber county...carmen. she kind of got what she had coming to her, didn't she? it was beautiful. and long. and seeing the metropolitan opera at the lincoln center? i think it could classify as the

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-13501565655126056302010-04-28T10:28:00.001-04:002010-04-29T01:05:44.941-04:00

even though we froze our tails off, this may have been one of fox's favorite days ever."good job, guys! thumbs up!""good job, guys! thumbs up!!""go mets!!""and thumbs up!""get me outta here.""i'm a yankees fan."right on, brother! thumbs up!

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A. today i woke up to a can opener and a can of cranberry sauce in my face. "beans, momma. i want beans." for breakfast? "yes!"2. if you ever catch me buying butterscotch chips at the grocery store, please slap me on the mouth and remind me that my absolute lack of self control will guarantee that those chips will never even come close to the recipe for which they are intended. aren't they

erinnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-40936256922339314752010-04-25T21:39:00.008-04:002010-04-26T09:17:01.132-04:00

young hearts aflame on the zambezi.on our wedding day i wish i would have written down where i saw myself in five years. i would love to read my naive, rainbows-kittens-and-lollipops answer. i thought about this on the night of our fifth anniversary as i was attempting to restrain and comfort our ballistic two year old on an emergency room bed in order for the nurse to give him a breathing

erinnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-61463031779728049322010-04-08T23:00:00.001-04:002010-04-09T22:57:55.063-04:00

don't you hate when you show up to an event, and this happens?i mean, really. b&w horizontal stripes, indigo skinnies (rolled), right down to the gold flats. but kathryn doesn't quite have the rolls on her wrists or fleshy cankles, and i think it's safe to say that k's skinnies don't have an elastic waistband... she obviously missed that part of the memo. indiana has wisely chosen to look to

erinnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-27080929156433666152010-03-30T00:19:00.005-04:002010-03-30T14:45:23.899-04:00

i know this because fox told me so. huh.two is an interesting and challenging age, and fox definitely has my number. today he decided it was a good idea to put the filthy dog leash in his mouth. i'll occasionally catch him drinking water from gunther's dish. and a few days ago he lapped the floor with his tongue. if you know me at all, you know that it was all i could do to stop myself from

erinnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-84410870004044737072010-03-26T00:00:00.002-04:002010-03-26T00:07:53.877-04:00

indiana's first subway ride:route: downtown 6 train, 77th street to astor place.destination: pommes frites and butter lane, east village.company: momma, fox and "khaki."photos: kathryn.have you ever visited east village with an infant and/or toddler? it ain't exactly family friendly; in fact, it ain't exactly normal person friendly. i feel like i need to wear my most "urban outfitters" outfit

erinnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-14410968950087387322010-03-25T00:00:00.004-04:002010-03-25T01:23:39.175-04:00

this delicate little flower can produce insane amounts of barf. and this is not your typical post-feed little burpy spit-up; we're talking projectile, exorcist level kind of stuff, like on aliens when bishop's chest is pierced by the queen alien's tail and from his mouth spews forth this milky-colored android bodily fluid into orbit. ya, like that. today she managed to drench not only me, but

erinnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-89384561969301259812010-03-24T18:09:00.007-04:002010-03-25T00:57:49.651-04:00

i like the cut of your jibdog and pony showmajor (noun, not adjective; i.e. "that handbag is major")lucrefilthy lucrerogue extremists (thank you, laura)itshay (instead of its root-form)yokelque suerte!what else? suggestions?

erinnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-68725438110412033512010-03-21T02:23:00.008-04:002010-03-22T00:27:15.636-04:00

do you know what hand foot and mouth disease is? it's a poop disease. you can get it from poop, and my son had it. do you know what that means? it means that some dirty little monkey shoved his hands down his pants then immediately gave fox a high five. and i'm embarrassed to admit that even with my obsessive hand sanitization habits, this one slipped below the radar. are you wretching yet? but

erinnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-3904085143300617792010-03-04T12:42:00.018-05:002010-03-04T13:58:46.380-05:00

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

erinnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-30794672172690511432010-03-02T13:15:00.003-05:002010-03-02T14:00:12.564-05:00

i think it was a good decision, no?

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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

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-9472594459086142032010-02-24T21:49:00.003-05:002010-02-24T23:44:04.041-05:00

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

erinnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-59141514982585647902010-02-24T14:17:00.002-05:002010-02-24T15:14:04.228-05:00

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.

erinnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-49330205387513386832010-02-20T07:36:00.009-05:002010-02-24T14:00:47.715-05:00

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..

erinnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-68738166813823335392010-02-08T00:08:00.004-05:002010-02-08T00:16:23.070-05:00

it's not so bad.thing one.thing two.

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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

erinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-36668967725271380272010-02-04T14:40:00.001-05:002010-02-04T14:51:16.173-05:00

gramma julie, grampa clarkfuzzy. 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

erinnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-12004292437205175212010-02-04T00:51:00.002-05:002010-02-04T00:56:50.659-05:00

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.

erinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-72177143835422280582010-01-15T14:30:00.001-05:002010-01-15T14:37:47.469-05:00

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.

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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

erinnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-46333489827352026692010-01-13T22:07:00.006-05:002010-01-13T22:24:53.743-05:00

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

erinnoreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-16586277129377862052010-01-12T13:27:00.004-05:002010-01-12T14:37:40.168-05:00

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 usthe tune kind of goes 'big top pee wee' on you around 2:04, but overall it's just the

erinnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-87427004373833923352010-01-10T23:12:00.001-05:002010-01-11T09:35:49.384-05:00

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

erinnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-59583688690181132912009-12-29T08:39:00.003-05:002009-12-29T09:00:59.713-05:00

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.

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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 --

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so what was it this time?joe joe's?hershey's kisses?peppermint bark?word of advice:that chocolate goatee, although quite dashing, will get you every time, chief.can i blame him? no. he's got his momma's unwavering self control. but at least he keeps his messes on his face. these days it's a christmas miracle if i'm able to make it through the day without a grease stain on my sizable

erinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-19729385478640723862009-12-21T11:11:00.007-05:002009-12-21T13:31:07.601-05:00

just a few last minute things today:- mail gifts- send a few cards- stop at trader joe's for holiday "necessities" (i have a non-sexual crush on TJ and his peppermint joe joe's)- wrap some packages- make dinner for the missionaries (i'm thinking something unhealthy and comforting, like corn chowder and biscuits)- bake holiday goodiesafter a rowdy wrestling sesh with matt on momma and daddy's bed

erinnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-17133739901673020142009-12-20T14:25:00.004-05:002009-12-20T23:49:25.584-05:00

can you fracture a rib from coughing too much? i've had the black lung for about ten days now, and about three days ago my side started to throb every time i really got hacking. i'm pretty sure there's nothing much i could do about a broken rib at this point. unless the bone decides to go compound fracture on me and breaks through the skin, i doubt the doctor would do anything more than look

erinnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-14633215253511492252009-12-19T14:02:00.019-05:002009-12-20T14:10:17.003-05:00

october was delightful. my sweet son still had long blonde hair (sniff, sad), matt still had semi-short and manageable hair (sniff, sad), and we had two weekend getaways -- new canaan with the whitings, and a matthew-erin-fox roadtrip through quebec, new york, vermont, new hampshire, massachusetts, and connecticut. during the fall, new england and surrounding areas are not to be missed.montreal

erinnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-1718963288665905272009-12-18T21:59:00.008-05:002009-12-18T23:14:34.430-05:00

this is back when we used to go "out." have mercy -- is that lipstick? tonight we got all dressed up --matt = scout uniformerin = matt's t-shirt and yoga pants-- and we baked apple pies,watched the flight of the conchords,and played dr. mario on my antique SNES.sidenote: there are very few things i am completely certain about in this life, and whether or not i should be proud of this little

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-86087425378778279102009-12-17T14:40:00.001-05:002009-12-17T14:44:44.802-05:00

i tried to sneakily snap some shots off (thank you, photo booth) this morning of fox working his pedi magic. i don't remember little f ever being around when i've done foot maintenance (for obvious logistical reasons), but we do live directly above a nail salon... hmm. for all of you shaking your heads in disgust, he is doing this of his own volition. and back off ladies, he's mine till he's

erinnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-74381439243287232382009-12-16T23:50:00.001-05:002009-12-17T01:29:18.671-05:00

refreshing!gators.and more gators.fin.

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people often ask me if it's hard to have a dog, along with a toddler, here in the city. well, picking up dog feces out of a slushy gutter doesn't exactly put a spring in my step, the thought of something rabid and the size of a third grader lunging forth out of a garbage heap to pick a fight with my domesticated animal worries me every so often, and i tire of using the phrase, "gunther, don't

erinnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-12427050597129048332009-12-14T14:52:00.005-05:002009-12-14T22:30:54.608-05:00

i think i've been waiting for blogging to become so passe that it would be cool again. doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon, and since i've got a truckload of thoughts and memories and opinions clogging my brains, maybe this is me making a commitment to write down at least something every day until the arrival of baby sister. maybe.since i'm easing back into this stuff real

erinnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-3623223631490096332009-11-28T13:17:00.005-05:002009-11-30T15:33:07.289-05:00

a first: i had thanksgiving dinner at a golden corral restaurant this year. in flahh-rida. i think you may need to be a card carrying member of the AARP to pull a stunt like that. but i bellied up to the buffet with the unwashed masses and patiently waited for my heat-lamped turkey and thick gravy that was quivering so much it looked nervous.the beauty of a place like the corral? if you're

erinnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-28307888017436726332009-10-29T21:29:00.004-04:002009-10-29T22:01:16.863-04:00

now if we can just get him to keep it on.bam bam rubble: friend of the beasts.bam bam rubble: hero to the poor.finally. standing still for a second.and just in case we need a Plan B, he can still squeeze into last year's spandex. it's a christmas miracle.

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a few weekends ago kathryn and mike showed us around the bustling metropolis of new canaan, connecticut. at times i felt a little out of place without my luxury SUV and fine casual wear, but team burton unanimously agreed that this weekend was probably one of the most thoroughly enjoyable ones we've had whilst living in new york. we apple picked, pumpkin patched, watched movies, got our "craft"

erinnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-47872106990426766022009-10-26T03:13:00.013-04:002009-10-26T16:02:21.379-04:00

i could not sleep last night.the insomnia was probably due to one (or all) of the following reasons:1. my dinner of chili and my third trimester pregnant belly were slugging it out. glub, glub, yuck.2. my chipped nail polish was quietly taunting me to chisel it off....done.3. the angry feelings in my heart were festering toward the dirtbag who stole one of my pumpkins (my pretty, spray painted

erinnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-48887810003613154512009-10-08T08:50:00.005-04:002009-10-08T15:12:33.738-04:00

lately no ensemble has been complete without them.totally unrelated topic: my autumn playlist 2009 needs some beefing up. help me. what are you listening to?i know i've posted this video before, but i always feel like a little meryn cadell when the weather turns nippy:

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but we did yesterday, and foxman seemed to know exactly what he was doing:he pulled the plastic out of my wallet and knew where to stick it without any coaching.scary.now all he needs to learn is his address and how to hail a cab and we've got ourselves a little self-sufficiency. poor city kid... he's more comfortable in the back seat of a taxi than in a backyard.

erinnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-14970727591357450582009-10-04T16:42:00.006-04:002009-10-04T17:07:00.736-04:00

good idea:this is going to be the newest addition to matt's wardrobe.i keep matt on a short leash, and i won't let him go to iran to ski, at least this year (ya, ya, i'm a horrible wife). so to make up for it, i started looking for a "ski iran" t-shirt. couldn't find one, but i stumbled across a "ski iraq" tee (this website has some great threads), which led me to find the saudi beaut. think

erinnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-37477357680972341992009-09-29T22:15:00.005-04:002009-09-30T08:23:12.037-04:00

fox is really into mr. potato headand watching the movie, "cars."gunth is really into fox being really into mr. potato head and "cars."sweet, sweet peace.baby sister is really into kicking me, especially when i'm going to bed.i'm really into this new camera thing, but i've got a lot to learn (like, why do my photos look grainy when i upload them to this page?? boo.). matt doesn't do big

erinnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-9521780655436178772009-09-15T13:03:00.006-04:002009-09-15T15:11:22.705-04:00

so a few sister-friends and i kind of lost our way yesterday while trying to find the little red lighthouse.  never in all my livin' life did i ever expect to get lost in a forested area of manhattan.  in nyc there's probably only 274 square yards of woodland, but each of those 274 square yards is prime breeding ground for all manner of illicit activity.while wandering through the enchanted

erinnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-86253027365207120352009-09-15T12:40:00.004-04:002009-09-15T12:50:00.257-04:00

kelly ripa.kathryn's photo, of course.the encounter: yesterday afternoon lloyd, whiting and i spotted ms. ripa and one of her sons along 79th street, sometime around 5 PM, between park and lexington, i believe.  she walked right past us.  she's a darn cute little pixie.bonus: her handbag was fabulous. and she was eating something.  that made me feel better that tiny little newts such as herself

erinnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-33103008481266911662009-09-14T23:31:00.002-04:002009-09-15T00:34:05.599-04:00

okay, fine. you wanna get cute with your little tricks? don't think i won't go there, cos i'll go there, and i'll build a house there.crummy picture, but you get the gistlast week we said goodbye to the padded-cell, more affectionately known as the pack-n-play, and it has taken temporary refuge in the closet until baby sister arrives early next year. in its place now proudly stands a toddler

erinnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-50110268451779330662009-09-10T21:24:00.003-04:002009-09-10T23:23:56.017-04:00

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cynthia nixon.kim cattrall.sarah jessica parker.southwick -- she only needs one name.(we had a "wild" weekend together, and this is the only picture i snapped of her/us.  slap me.)the only one we didn't see was the prudish brunette.  i'm okay with that.the encounter: unless you've been living under a rock for the past decade, you can probably gather from the line-up that linds and i ran into the

erinnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-32619744357576993952009-09-04T22:02:00.002-04:002009-09-05T01:55:19.759-04:00

um.  well.we officially have a stable, legitimate internet connection.  for the past ten months we've been "borrowing" somebody's unprotected wireless connection (and that was only really working when the wind was blowing in the right direction).  i feel a sense of relief about paying for internet again... i was starting to question my worthiness to enter the temple.all he needs is an icy,

erinnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-13875887146615891142009-07-18T17:55:00.007-04:002009-07-19T22:04:31.555-04:00

my hawaiian senior trip.  i am just dripping with innocence.  ignorant to the skin damage caused by that glowing, beautiful tan and full of unrealized potential.  sigh.this weekend was my high school ten year reunion (i'll spare you the math -- i'm 28). i didn't go. the combination of god's vast fruited plain, my rambunctious one year old and our student budget crushed my dream of a last-minute

erinnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456723626916931138.post-46999857739698581952009-07-09T22:58:00.004-04:002009-07-10T09:19:58.753-04:00

fox, finishing a shack burger that  i started.  when i tried to take it back, he shrieked like a velociraptor.  do not come between this man and a meal.  photos courtesy of the talented kathryn, of course.i deleted my twitter account; i just couldn't get on board with it.  why do i need the drive-thru version of facebook when i am content with the sit-down dining experience of the "old" facebook?

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