These are not in consecutive order, but random spurts of Nauvoo, IL from Aug 5-8. Nick and I journeyed across half the US to visit the parents on a mission there. They are lovin life and seeing more general population than probably 5 of their lifetimes in Firth. They love the 'spirit of Nauvoo' and everything that goes with it. Here is a view of the beautiful temple from down below. and (below) mom and I love these hibiscas. who knows how to spell that?
And there was an adventure of riding the oxen team. I think I'm not allowed to get the word out of what 'really' happened. but you can ask me later.
Dad is a true blacksmith. ANDERSON BLACKSMITH here he is. like father like son. the finished product is a baby horseshoe. the process is man bonding. The capturer is yours truly. All the other elders are jealous of Dad's skills.
On Sunday we watched the Joseph Smith Restoration movie in the visitors center. But a couple evenings earlier we found the special arch where Joseph and Emma made out...
So whenever the band comes around and plays, Pa grabs any children he sees and starts to boogy with them. He's not sure it's in the rules but he hasn't gotten kicked out so far for dancin' out those kicks.
Ma gave the tour at the schoolhouse and we also played a version of madgab. I guess they taught phonetically. She is very knowledgeable.
Here's Dad giving the tour at the Browning shop. Who knew the gunman was a mormon? Dad does! Nick is quite into learned about the multiple bullet theory. (round?) So basically every site we went to the people would offer for the rents to give the tour to their "beautiful glorious children"
We are good at being the 'parents': filming and waving and seeing the children perform and do their best and singing, dancing, and acting...
My ma loves the band and so they love her. They pulled up and started blasting after our tour with the Community of Christ tour. I cried.
Oh wait. This should have been first. The very first morning: My ma's got out the planning and the calendars and the different sheets of paper for each day's activities. not a minute of down time. Unless it's planned of course. and Nick still chowing...
And also, I'm famous. We ran into Dean Hughes and wife who are there acting as public affairs with the City of Nauvoo and the church. (he is an author. Children of the Promise and such)
Here is about the only fam shot. In the home of Brigham Young. I feel like I could practically give the tours around Nauvoo now.
I liked this costume. since I love Superman.
And who doesn't want to hold Wolverine's claws? Belle!
Fellow princess
First of all, I can't miss spud day. Mostly because I love going to parades with A. Here she is waving down the firemen. She simply MUST get a idaho spud. And all the kids are way cute.
I brought Em's Sydney with me and she was sure fun to watch. She was the best waver and everytime music would go by she'd wiggle her little bum and dance away. And she wasn't the fastest at getting the candy but she wasn't the slowest either.
And this is the part that warmed my soul! The ol' chain gang back in business!! Chad and Bruce Christensen are in a band again and they were selling cds for $5. I can't remember their new name. 
And here we all are chowing the free spuds. For some reason these are the best baked potatoes of the year. The cheese was finely shredded instead of that think stuff, but still good. And the choc milk is delish!
These are not in consecutive order, but random spurts of Nauvoo, IL from Aug 5-8. Nick and I journeyed across half the US to visit the parents on a mission there. They are lovin life and seeing more general population than probably 5 of their lifetimes in Firth. They love the 'spirit of Nauvoo' and everything that goes with it. Here is a view of the beautiful temple from down below. and (below) mom and I love these hibiscas. who knows how to spell that?
And there was an adventure of riding the oxen team. I think I'm not allowed to get the word out of what 'really' happened. but you can ask me later.
Dad is a true blacksmith. ANDERSON BLACKSMITH here he is. like father like son. the finished product is a baby horseshoe. the process is man bonding. The capturer is yours truly. All the other elders are jealous of Dad's skills.
On Sunday we watched the Joseph Smith Restoration movie in the visitors center. But a couple evenings earlier we found the special arch where Joseph and Emma made out...
So whenever the band comes around and plays, Pa grabs any children he sees and starts to boogy with them. He's not sure it's in the rules but he hasn't gotten kicked out so far for dancin' out those kicks.
Ma gave the tour at the schoolhouse and we also played a version of madgab. I guess they taught phonetically. She is very knowledgeable.
Here's Dad giving the tour at the Browning shop. Who knew the gunman was a mormon? Dad does! Nick is quite into learned about the multiple bullet theory. (round?) So basically every site we went to the people would offer for the rents to give the tour to their "beautiful glorious children"
We are good at being the 'parents': filming and waving and seeing the children perform and do their best and singing, dancing, and acting...
My ma loves the band and so they love her. They pulled up and started blasting after our tour with the Community of Christ tour. I cried.
Oh wait. This should have been first. The very first morning: My ma's got out the planning and the calendars and the different sheets of paper for each day's activities. not a minute of down time. Unless it's planned of course. and Nick still chowing...
And also, I'm famous. We ran into Dean Hughes and wife who are there acting as public affairs with the City of Nauvoo and the church. (he is an author. Children of the Promise and such)
Here is about the only fam shot. In the home of Brigham Young. I feel like I could practically give the tours around Nauvoo now.
