For good friends.

For family vacations.

For beautiful weather.

For the world’s best job.

For a husband who treats me so well.

For a window in the bathroom.

For skirts.

For cheesecake. And soup. Oh and cherries.

For our own little square of the world. With grass.

In this picture, I am smiling.

Now we just gotta transfer all our furniture…

Let’s tip the water on Mom!

He looks a little bit like a wrinkly bulldog :)

Sucking on his lip, as always:

Bathing him is so much easier now that he sits up!

My husband has been really into “being green” lately. At first I pretty much glossed over this as all things green are just so over-the-top trendy right now. On top of that Trevor has a habit of being gung-ho about an idea for a very short period of time until he comes up with a new idea to be gung-ho about, and then the old one becomes so last week! I love this about him; it makes life exciting and adventuresome (and he is by no means incapable of sticking with an idea; he follows through on the realistic ones better than anybody I know) - but it means I sometimes have to take things with a grain of salt. Like outfitting the roof of our new house entirely in $40,000 worth of solar panels. Right.

Back to green. So, I resisted, but he’s converting me. There’s lots of ways to support the environment and use less energy without solar panels. Even if it’s all-pervasively trendy and more expensive, it’s still good to be green. I think he’s seriously into the general sentiment of this idea, enough that it will have some small lasting effect on our choices.

But that’s not what I really wanted to say. What I wanted to say is that along with being green apparently comes being healthy. Organic. As long as we’re taking care of the world, might as well take care of our bodies too, right? I like this. I’d like to live a long life. And it justifies all the expensive fresh fruits and veggies I want to buy at fun places like Whole Foods where I’ve never gotten to go. Here’s an example of a small way our lives have changed: soy milk. Disgusting. That’s what I said when he bought it at Target. And that’s what I said when I drank it and my gag reflex kicked in.

Soy milk, however, seems to be an acquired taste. Two days later, around the third or fourth try, I stopped feeling nauseous. And your mental state can really help it out a lot. If you drink it expecting bean water instead of milk, it’s not too shabby. The texture reminds me a little of horchata. I still won’t put it on my cereal, but for all that omega-3 and soy protein, it’s worth a shot. (And a shot size is about all I can handle drinking in one sitting so far, but I’m improving.) It’s got all the omega-3 of my daily walnuts, with significantly less fat.

Trevor already has decided to love it and is on his second gallon.

(This picture makes me want to say, tastes like chicken!)

Except next time he’s going to buy plain instead of vanilla. That might be where I draw the line.

There’ve been few times in my life I’ve even remotely thought it might be nice to be a vegetarian. I can count them on one hand. One of them was yesterday when I had an actual slab of cow sitting on my counter.

Pepper steak. What I really wanted was a recipe for like black pepper “real” steaks. If I’d read closely, they meant steak with bell peppers.

Also I think I need to officially branch out from stir-fry-looking dishes.

And I forgot to make the rice on time and we didn’t want to wait. I think that’s why instant rice was invented - for people like me who always do that.

But YUM.

We are closing on the 21st. At 3:00. We visited after they put in the carpet and appliances, but since then I haven’t even wanted to go back until the final walk-through. I can’t handle seeing it but not being able to live there yet!

By the time we move in, there isn’t going to be anything left for me to take pictures of that you haven’t already seen! I guess I’ll have to make a video :)

This house is the perfect everything for us. I hope I don’t get so attached to it that it makes me want to stay in Houston instead of move to New England someday, where a new house would definitely not be in the picture.

I doubt it… trees and family are more important than a cool stove.

The biggest milestone I have been waiting for since smiling is for him to sit by himself. He is too active of a little boy to be content laying down but I can’t get anything done holding him up to bookcases and closet clothes and mirrors and helping him walk around our house all day long! Once he can sit without falling over and hold toys at the same time, I figure I’ve got it made (until he starts to crawl!). He’s getting much closer. This was yesterday on the bed. He can sit better on the hard floor, but we like the bed because then when he falls over - which sometimes he likes to do on purpose! - I can let him fall and it won’t hurt him. I figure this will help him figure out his balance faster than if I’m always preventing him from falling.

Oh no. It’s Foodie Friday and where is my post? What about the last three days? I fail as a daily blogger for the week. But I don’t think Max feels that I fail as a mother for the week, and that is a better thing.

Also, I snapped out of the need to post daily. All at once. It wasn’t hard once it happened. Because my blog used to be better, until I ran out of time and now it is just becoming populated with mediocre posts because I can’t devote the time to write well about any item on the huge list of post ideas that I have. I’d rather post occasional quality than frequent crummy.

I haven’t even baked anything new in like three weeks. No time.

The new blog is coming slowly, too slow for all the fun ideas racing around in my head. I doubt anybody else cares whether or not it gets here soon as much as I do, but now you know.

Oh and in case you were wondering… he’s still cute! Sucks on his bottom lip and spits all day long.