KC wedding - Stephen and Sarah

Last weekend my youngest living brother got married, in the Kansas City LDS Temple. I was 14 when he was born and I remember the night clearly.  I kept thinking, "Um, who is letting this baby boy get MARRIED?"


I flew out for two days and 3 nights, and while I missed my boys and husband very much, I really enjoyed spending time with my Deardeuff family.  Two of my brothers couldn't go (one is about to have a baby; the other had back surgery), but I see them here in Utah....though I could do so more.

My dad, with Havala, my younger sister Emily's daughter (the last time I was in KC was for Emily's wedding).

Now we are both pregnant at the same time, with our babies due in July pretty close together.

My brothers Michael (flew from Seattle), and James (lives in KC-area). These are #s 4 and 5 in the lineup.

My brother Seth (#7) and his wife Caitlin, and my mom waiting outside the temple.

All five sisters together: Me (#2), Sarah (#12), Emily (#8), Rebekah (#1) and Rachel (#9).  I realized while driving in the dark with 3 of them, that they sound an awful lot alike. Similar mannerisms and voice inflections. Ergo, that's probably how I sound. So, girls, you too could be on the radio.

The newly weds.

Family picture.

Their reception was in Hamilton, Missouri, at one of the buildings owned by the Missouri Star Quilt Company. Stephen and Sarah met there. She was working there, and he got a job there after he came home from his mission. The owners are good friends of my family, and now they and their company are famous.

Small towns and cities in Missouri have brick walls with huge murals on them.  This one is of quilts, and I thought my quilting-talented-Mother-in-Law might really like to see this, as well as all of the shops and sewing centers in town.

The famous Jenny Doan and me at the reception.

I have a lot more pictures of the reception that I sent to my brothers Joe and Peter that couldn't be there.  Here are my mom and me. She sat for most of the time; I think a reception line would have been too hard for her to be standing in.

 My 16-year-old sister Sarah is quite adept at the selfie. She took this one below.

My boys now have three aunt Sarahs - JB's little sister, my little sister, and now "new Sarah" as we dubbed her at sibling sushi night.

Saturday lunch was BBQ, of course, because yum and because Kansas City.  I didn't take any pictures of that food because I felt bad for JB missing it -- wrestling four boys at home alone, with the two younger ones suddenly feverish and sick. After I flew back, I pretty much held Jamesy all day long. That boy is grumpy when he's sick. Andrew becomes stoic and goes to some inner place of peace, and curls up with a blanket.  May he be an example to us all.

I doubt my brother Stephen reads this blog (I wonder if some siblings forgot about it or even know about it. Narcissist that I am, wanting attention as one of 12 children), but congratulations anyway, bro!

Provo City Center Temple

Last Thursday we went to the open house for the new Provo City Center Temple. 

We had heard of people in long lines, but our experience wasn't bad -- except for James, who squawked for a drink of water all through the first video presentation, and then refused the white booties and so we couldn't put him down, and he only wanted me to carry him. He's chunky.  I convinced him that daddy was stronger for the big staircases.

Our three older boys were quite taken by the beauty of the inside. They wanted to know more about each room, but the line kind of shuffles through too fast for you to linger and whisper-discuss. Maxwell said he felt the spirit in the celestial room, and it brought tears to my eyes, too, to be there with my family.

We told Andrew about how the temple used to be the Provo Tabernacle, but it caught fire the day I went into labor with him.  In the morning I was reporting on the news of the fire, that night I was at the hospital. Then he was fascinated by the fire aspect, and sad it had burned down. So we talked about how wonderful it was to have a new temple now.

I helped film some shots there for KBYU while in college, and went to a concert or two. And six years ago this month, aunt Sarah graduated from nursing school there. M&B didn't remember going but here is a picture from inside:

We drove by BYU on the way back home, and I pointed out some of the places I lived. JB drove us by his old shoe store by Apollo Burgers, near the stadium. It's changed hands a few times and is now a book store of some sort. Very good memories for all of us.

Jr Jazzers

Maxwell and Benjamin just finished another successful season of Jr Jazz basketball.  They know their records (near undefeated, they claim), and they always kept score in their heads when the official scorekeeper stopped.  If a team gets to a certain strong lead they don't want the losing team to feel bad!

We have really liked each coach, and have been with them for a few cycles of basketball now, with more to come.

At Ben's last game, I gave Andrew the phone.  Here's the best action shot:

But the rest of my camera roll was full of:
-chin shots of me talking to my friend or looking out on the court.
-a play-by-play of James taking off his shoes and reclining on the floor
-the toys I brought
-the ceiling lights and American flag
-Andrew's face. The one of his tongue you do not need to see.

S'marvelous

I was at the doctor's yesterday for my monthly pregnancy checkup, and do you know what was surreal and so nice? Referring to the baby as "she" and "her." I have had 11 years of boy pregnancies so switching the pronoun makes me pause....and smile. There was a time I never thought that would happen, even up until a month ago.

Do you know what is also really nice? Feeling better. Being at peace. Being done with old sadnesses. Being OVER it.

Feeling better again means I've had a month of making things for baby girlies in the family and neighborhood to give away, and of course for this baby when she comes in July. (She!)

I've made even more bows and clips since that picture. I learned how to crochet bonnets last year when I practiced making one for my new niece, and now I am doing that again. Still tweaking the pattern on the top, but here are pictures of some of the creations I have gifted:

July seems so far away!

Lovely thoughts

I just have to brag a bit on my 10 1/2 year old Maxwell. He gave a 3 minute talk in the general session of Stake Conference on Sunday in front of at least 1,000 people. More in the overflow rooms. 

He stayed on the stand the whole time, so polished and handsome in his suit and tie. He didn't look nervous at all (though later he said he was), and he spoke clearly and strongly into the microphone, pausing at the right moments, looking up and around before down again at his paper just like a seasoned church speaker.

He spoke on growing your faith in Jesus Christ.  This is the boy who was so nervous and shy at 5 years old during the yearly primary program that he flat-out refused to even sit on the stand with the rest of his primary class, let alone say his one line.

So many people have called or texted or left notes to say how much they enjoyed his talk.  We practiced a lot, and videoed it on the phone for him to watch back. It's good to pass my radio reporting experience on. He afterward told me that the other two speakers after him spoke too fast or too soft (I agreed) so he was glad he had practiced so much. 

It's one of the things we listed on last night in our Valentine's Day Family Home Evening. We took turns saying things we loved about each family member and wrote them down on hearts. For Max, I said how brave and confident he is getting.  For Ben, how smart and friendly. Andrew - so energetic and happy. James - so cuddly.  Daddy - sacrificing so much time for our family and church.

The other boys tried to get goofy, saying they loved how snotty-nosed or poopy James can get (6 little ones a day). So I changed that to say, "James doesn't let things like a runny nose or dirty diaper get him down." Gotta find the positive.

We hung the hearts up to see on display all the good things we love about our family.

What, have I not shown you this before? It's just us partying at a church stake big band night last year around this time.  Music, soda fountain, cookies, costumes. I figured a post with a picture is always nice. And I didn't get one of Max on Sunday after Stake Conference to mark the occasion. Next time!

Stapled (again)

Andrew is such an active 5-year-old. He runs, jumps, bounces and hops his way through life. We are constantly telling him not to run in the house, but alas, he cannot do it. Well, actually, the only time he DOES slow down is when we want him to do something, like put on his shoes to go somewhere or get jammies on for bed. Then he is quite the turtle.

Last Wednesday I heard a crash from the hallway by the bedrooms and immediately Andrew was crying. No one saw it, but we think he was running out of his room, slipped on the wood floor and hit the strike plate of the door jam on the side of his head. I put an icepack on it and cuddled him, then when I moved the icepack I saw the blood and the gash.

JB (just like last time with Max's gash) knew it needed staples.  Sweet and concerned Max offered to go to the InstaCare with me to help. I think deep down he was quite curious to see what it looked like to have the staples put in.

We waited something like 45 minutes for the numbing gel to really take effect -- or they forgot about us in that little area behind the screen, which I find doubtful because Andrew chatted away the whole time. Remember the line in Anne of Green Gables about her fall off the roof not affecting her tongue? Yeah. Same thing here.

Then they wrapped him all up in a sheet like a burrito so he wouldn't wiggle -- which he didn't by the way, he was so good -- and he was so cute. He got 8 staples close together on his right temple.

He took the doctor's words very seriously and was super careful all week. If James started to wrestle with him Andrew would yell, "James is trying to hurt my staples!" He also worried about washing his hair.

Yesterday we went back to get them out (another long wait). Max walked over to the side to watch again, and the nurse asked Andrew if he wanted to hold his brother's hand. So all three brothers lined up and held his hands! I melted. Then I grabbed my phone to take pictures.

Ben is closest to the front in red, Max in the middle, and the little blue hood on the end belonging to the tiniest hand is James.

This care for their brother is just the sweetest thing. Boys can be so rough and tumble, but so tender-hearted. The two olders want to make sure he stays safe, because they've had plenty of tattle-tale moments this week making sure the parentals knew "Andrew is running again! Andrew, you will crack your head open again!'

Babymoon - the cruise

I was 13/14 weeks pregnant on the cruise, and feeling overall very good -- except for the first and last sea days, which were rocky. Those days I spent fighting off queasiness by laying around reading and watching movie after movie from 2015 playing on channels on our cabin TV. That made me very happy.

 We just had such a great time relaxing and eating. It was sorely needed in a time of stress through jobs and church jobs and grey January SLC skies.

 The first stop was Cozumel, Mexico, where we rode with random others from the ship in a van to the beach. Most of the others happened to be from Southern Utah. It wasn't too hot, and I saw some fishes in the water without even having to get wet. But most of the time I read an Agatha Christie novel from this hammock.

I also let JB have a turn.

Here we are on the ship.

The second stop was Belize City, Belize. It was overcast and drizzly all day, but that was perfect for what we did. A van driver drove us around the city (he was quite proud of the area and pointed out every school and bank and consulate and food stand), and then he took us out to the Mayan ruins of Altun Ha.

These just fascinated me. To think people lived here so many years ago. We climbed to the top of a couple of them.

Coming down was a little steep for me and the baby peach.

The third and final stop was Roatan Island, Honduras.  We never buy a score excursion on board the ship because they are so expensive; we opt to try for a local driver at the port. We made a deal with a guy to drive us around and show us the area.  He took us to this viewing area up high. That's our ship and another in the port (almost all their economy is tourism based now, he said, from cruise ships).

I'm sure you recognize by now my old white ratty UV Skinz jacket I wore every day to protect my skin from the sun. JB thinks it's time to retire it.

At that area were lots of booths and tables with people selling things.  This 12-year-old boy was such a hoot, and so successful a salesman that JB bought the flute and took a picture with him.

Then our driver took us to West End beach. This was a very nice bay, a beautiful area, not hot, and a nice time.

We said we'd spend about 45 minutes there and the driver said he'd be parked right nearby. We waited 2 1/2 hours, but he never came back.  So we think either he thought we wanted to spend all day there, or he took our money and ran, or he tried to go back to the port and get another fare and miscalculated.  JB asked a lady at a little hotel on the beach to call the company for us, but nothing came of it -- but she was so nice and drove us back to the ship in her car. We told her about the Church and said to look for any missionaries :)

Two days at sea later and it was Saturday morning and we were back to Houston, where Malcolm and Sandy and Greg picked us up, fed us a kolache (I've never seen them before and I love them), then took us to the airport.

When we called the boys they always sounded great and excited ("We've had pizza every night, mom!" "We just had root beer floats, mom!"). Many thanks to Nona and Papa for taking care of them. I know it wasn't easy. For that one Sunday we were gone, we asked how they did in church. The answer: "Well, three out of the four were good." Read: James was a stinker.