First thing on our list was Nauvoo, Illionois- a church history town. Nauvoo means "city of beautiful" in Hebrew and even though I don't have a fancy expensive camera, hopefully you'll be able to see why after looking at these pictures! If I could describe nauvoo, and the surrounding area, in one word it would be: quaint. When I told that to jeff , my sister, who tagged along, asked "what does quaint mean?" I replied by saying " look around you. What you see is the definition of quaint" it was so cozy and humble and 'hey how are you, why don't you stay awhile?'. I was squealing over the small wooden houses with beautiful gardens and green green grass. It was just a wonderful place to be!
he was THRILLED to take this picture ^^
^^ he loved this place. for obvious reasons
^^ my husband loves wearing screaming' neon. he is glowing in broad daylight, just as he prefers.
^^ planking. (pooping)
I was kinda a grumpy gills for some of the trip. #realtalk but UGH I do not want to be one of those moms who ruins the vacations for their kids because they are an uptight grumpy bum! I turned my attitude around and had a much better time. (Surprise!) not trying to make excuses but I think some lingering miscarriage hormones are still making themselves cozy. Also the aftermath of emotions can sometimes cause a bit of inner turmoil. Jeff has been very patient with me.
Overall though it was a great trip! Truly! The temple there was breathtaking. And we had a constant view of the Mississippi River. We loved exploring and learning about the early saints. For the most part, jane was great. I mean, it may not be the most baby friendly vacation but we made it work and I think she enjoyed herself.
^^ those skies were unreal!
checkin out the mississippi river!
and NO. my 13 month old is nowhere near walking yet...
We got to play some pioneer games and activities. It came more naturally for some of us...but others, not so much.
One more thing though. If you go on vacation mostly for the food, nauvoo is not the place. There were about 2 restaurants within a 100 mile radius. 3 if you count mcdonalds, which I don't. (But jeff does- French fries for dinner!) I hardly had any REAL food the whole time I was there and I think that was something that made me a bit grumpy at times. And by the end I felt like a sick busted can of biscuits. The picture below is a picture jeff and I took together which is quite unflattering. We both looked at it and said "FAT CAMP"
Luckily, on the last day, right before heading home, we found the cutest little farmers market (claps for real food) and ate THE best peaches I've ever had. Like I can't even talk enough about these peaches, they were absolutely heaven sent. jane obviously agreed., and may that onesie forever be stained with perfect peach juice.
ALSO, this was IN our hotel on the last night. Boom baby.