Category Archives: Just Life

Posts about the good normal everyday life stuff: eating out, family outings, coloring, just living life and loving it.

Fall colors and family pictures

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We love the fall! It’s such a pretty time of year. Each year when the trees start to change colors on the mountains, we think, “Oh, we’ll have to go up and take pictures!” But then it seems like a week goes by and we’re too busy and before we know it, all the leaves are gone. This year we were a little more on the ball and made it up the canyon to take some pictures one evening. So pretty! It was fun, too, to take Carson and feel like we were our own little family on our own family outing. I’m not sure if we got more pictures of the trees or of Carson, but either way we (meaning mostly Josh) got some beautiful ones. :)

Yay Carson!

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Carson has all sorts of awesome accomplishments lately. Mostly, he’s just making us smile by smiling and talking (meaning squawking, squealing, and cooing) a lot.

It would probably be better if those pictures were a video, huh? Oh well; pictures will have to do for now.

Carson is also holding his head up so well! He’s a tummy time champ. And he likes looking at this black and white baby book we have:

And, coolest of all, Carson can roll over! Again, this would probably be better as a video, and we do have a video to post, but for now, these will give you an idea:

Yay Carson! We love you so much, bud. And you’re adorable. :)

Lost Bread

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So these pictures and this experience is over a year old, but I just found the pictures on my computer and remembered that I had meant to post about this.

Last summer while we were in Dallas, somehow we had a loaf of French bread that went stale before we could eat it. Such a pity, too, because Josh and I love a good loaf of French bread. But then I remembered that Josh told me French toast actually comes from the poor class of people back in the day in France, when they would have bread that was too hard to eat but they were too poor to buy more, so they saved their bread by soaking it in egg to re-soften it and then cooking it, and it was called pain perdu (which translates to “lost bread”). I decided to see if I could recover our lost bread by making authentic French toast, and it worked! Yay! So now you know what you can do with stale bread, besides just feed it to ducks. :)