The Hatten Six Pack

Puppy Love

2010-07-03T19:38:00.002-04:00

Well, reality has set in and I think it's safe to say that we aren't going to have any more children. Baby fever has left, but I had to find something to fill the gap, so meet the newest member of our family--Jack-Jack. Here's a picture of Eve taking him for a ride--isn't he the cutest!!!

The Fever...

2010-06-16T08:03:00.005-04:00

This summer, our youngest child, Eve, will turn three years old. Pictured here, she was by far the most joyful and pleasant baby we have had the pleasure of parenting. Don't get me wrong--our three other children were fabulous babies as well, but as an infant, Eve was the easiest and most flexible child to take places, regardless if the travels interrupted her nap time. She was a precious, precious, precious baby. Now that she has grown and is in the depths of toddlerhood, I can honestly say that she has transformed into an energetic ball of fire that frequently needs to be hosed down in order to maintain order. Nevertheless, she still holds the Baby of the Year award in our book.

Due to the age of our four children, our family is at a stage in our lives where we have much more adaptability and can go places that the whole family can enjoy. We have, again, reached that point in our lives in which Jon and I can leave the children with a babysitter and I can actually enjoy myself instead of texting the caregiver every five minutes in order to be assured that the children are safe. We are at a perfect time in our lives that we can give our children the time they need and truly enjoy one another. With that being said, I can't help but to feel overcome with the fever. Ladies, you know what I am talking about...baby fever.

With four children ranging in ages from 10 to 2, most women would say that I have completely lost my mind, but I can't help but feel this way. I have been blessed with four healthy, exceptional, caring children yet I still feel this gaping hole in my life for one more child. I am 35 years old which, nowadays, is not "old" for having a baby, but combined with the fact that I have four other children to care for, it is an issue that requires attention. Perhaps it is the desire to birth a child for Jon to carry on his name or it's the simple fact that I cherish the experience of feeling life living inside me, being able to feel the tiny kicks of the life that God has blessed me with, and the pinnacle of holding that gift for the very first time knowing that I have just experienced a miracle. Whatever the reason, I can't get this thought out of my head, no matter how hard I try...

Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned...

2010-06-05T09:56:00.004-04:00

It has been over a year since my last blog post and since that time I have gotten a year older, a little bit grayer, quite a bit chunkier (although I do have to say that I wear the fluff quite well), a helluva lot more beautiful, and oodles sassier. In all seriousness, it has been a LONG time. While I am sure no one will read this since my loyal four followers have probably thought I got lost in blogland, some things that have gone on in the past year are as follows: I finished my Master's degree, taught a wonderful class of middle school MOID students, made connections with people I love, and have grown to accept differences in others in a way that I never thought I could. I am at a point in my life where I am completely grateful for my family and cherish each and every day I am given to experience life. With that being said, I leave you with this point to ponder-- who put the bomp in the bomp-a bomp-a bomp? Now that's deep...

Man's Best Friend

2009-04-05T06:57:00.003-04:00

I mentioned in an earlier post that we have a new member to the family--Pedro. I have always been an animal lover and as my mother can attest I have been known for bringing home strays that we just had to keep. I have always been amazed at the ability animals have to calm and relax their human caretakers. Sometimes after a stressful day, I hop in the bed and my cat, Amber, will climb up beside me and rub her head on my hand so that she can be stroked. What she doesn't realize is that her presence and lack of words calms me as well.

Pedro is no exception to this rule. He is a fun-loving, young chocolate lab that has become not just a family pet--he's become another son to Jon. When I say that he goes everywhere with Jon, I am not exaggerating...he goes EVERYWHERE. He goes to the golf course to work with Jon everyday and rides in the floorboard of the golf cart as Jon does his work. On occasions where Jon has to leave him in his office in order to handle situations, Pedro jumps on Jon's desk and hops on the window ledge to watch for Jon to get back. It's a pairing like I've never seen before! If Jon runs to the corner store, Pedro jumps in the back of the truck and rides with Jon and patiently waits for him to return.

While many people may think we're just silly, I am quite thankful that God created these creatures for us to enjoy. They bring about a contentment and happiness that adds to the beauty of this precious life we are so fortunate to live. Thank you, God, for our furry friends!

We've "Moved"

2009-03-10T19:02:00.002-04:00

It's been a while since I've posted a blog so I thought I'd give an update on what's been going on in our lives over the past few months. We have NOT sold our house, but we have moved to a house on St. Simons which is much closer to Jon's work. He only has a five minute drive to work each day which is really nice for him. I still have about a 40 minute drive, but the drive is much more bearable since I do not have to drive 30 miles down I-95 at speeds of 80+ MPH with a screaming toddler in the backseat...talk about needing a stiff drink after those rides home! Anyway, we're renting a house that is a bit on the small side and it could use some work, but it is in a wonderfully peaceful location. It's like living at the beach and in the country all wrapped in one. We really like the area and we are looking forward to our house selling so we can *hopefully* buy a house here on the island. If not, I think we'll just rent and save, and save, and save, and save some more until we can afford to buy here--we like it THAT much!

The kids are doing well in school and are enjoying this warm snap we are having. It's been about 80 degrees each day so we've officially pulled out the shorts and flip flops. Eve had surgery a few weeks ago to have her adenoids taken out but she's still having some trouble but now it is with her ears. Anyway, we're looking forward to getting well.

I've been plugging away at school (6 classes down, straight A's) and am on my 7th Master's class. I can't WAIT to finish so I can enjoy my weekends again. Jon is getting busy with the golf course since spring is in the air and everyone is looking forward to spring break. Oh, and I now have some competition for Jon's affection--a new dog he affectionately named "Pedro." He's a great dog and goes with Jon everywhere--even to work! Anyway, he's the latest member to the Hatten Six Pack.

One More Thing...

2009-01-13T09:29:00.003-05:00

I wonder if at the end of a life does anyone say, "I should have taken more time to scrub those toilets better." Hum...I wouldn't think so. Today, my prayer is to be an more efficient time manager, to keep in perspective what is important in this life, to remember that I can't do it *all* and to remember that if it all doesn't get "done" it's okay...right?

Update!

2008-12-31T10:33:00.003-05:00

It's been a while since I've written a blog so I thought I'd update my fellow bloggers with what has been going on in our lives. I am officially teaching again in a first grade classroom and will start my first day back in January as classes resume. I am ecstatic to be back in the classroom and have been working diligently to get my room the way I want it. Noah, Gracie, and Jaden have been helping me clean, organize, and get things set up in the class and they will transfer from St. Marys to Waynesville in January as well so that we are all at the same school. Eve started daycare close to the school and she loves going and spending time with her little peeps. She's perpetually surrounded by "big" kids so this is a nice change for her to "talk" with other toddlers and play.

Jon just had surgery to repair some bothersome problems he has been having and Eve is still struggling with her chronic sinus infection. She has been to the allergist twice and goes to the ENT to see if she needs sinus surgery to get her back to normal. My oldest and youngest "Hattenites" have seen better days, physically speaking.

Our Christmas was wonderful as all of the kids were in our home on Christmas morning to see all that Santa had brought. Jon's parents, Sally and Richard, were with us and they enjoyed watching the kids open their presents and play with all of their goodies. Santa brought me a new Suburban (well, that was a present to myself to haul the critters around) and Jon surprised me with exactly what I wanted--a Kitchen Aid mixer so that I can make my homemade pizza crust without kneading by hand. Yea!

I am halfway through my Master's program and have a 4.0 GPA thus far. I will graduate in October of 2009 and can't wait to get that pay increase (to help pay for that Suburban, no doubt!) As always, we have been really busy and have had another wonderful year together. All of us have grown, learned, and have gained a new found appreciation for each other. We are looking forward to a fabulous 2009 and can't wait to see what God has in store for us.

Have a wonderful New Year!

Happy Birthday, Jaden!

2008-12-08T08:08:00.004-05:00

Jaden's 6th birthday was yesterday and we celebrated by roller skating, eating Jaden's favorite meal (chicken tenders), and having a party. Here are a few pics of the family enjoying the day!

Have You Ever...

2008-11-20T05:29:00.002-05:00

Have you ever went somewhere and you knew that was the place where you were meant to be? I've had this experience occur a few times, mostly on a spiritual basis in regards to finding a church home. More recently, this happened to me when I went to a job interview a couple of weeks ago. I have been searching for a teaching job for a few months now and since the school year is in full swing, teaching jobs are scarce. I have been substituting in two schools locally and although I've been thankful for the work, things just haven't "clicked." You know what I'm talking about, that special feeling that makes you know that you were destined to be at that particular location at that particular time for some specific purpose. Well, I just haven't felt that. I was getting discouraged and I applied for several jobs in my county and surrounding counties but had not heard back from anyone. A couple of weeks ago, I got a call for an interview for a position I applied for in Brantley County, which is about 45 minutes away from my home. I went to the interview with the attitude that I was going to just go to the interview for the sake of going, but when I got there I KNEW without a shadow of a doubt that God was leading me to this school. I have NEVER, EVER interviewed with a panel of educators in which I felt so comfortable and that my views, style, and outlook on education meshed so well with the principal. She is a dynamic educator and I felt that she sees in me the value, desire, and passion that I have for teaching. When I left that interview, I was hoping that the interview team felt the same about me. About an hour after I got home, the principal called me and wanted me to come in the next morning for a second interview. After arranging daycare for all four of the kids (they were out of school that day), I accepted the interview and was asked many of the same questions. Feeling quite disheartened, I went home and mulled over the whole situation. An hour later, the principal called me to tell me that she was submitting my name to the board of education as her applicant for the position! Pending the results of the board meeting, I'll know on December 8th if I "officially" have the job! Pray that it all works out!

Happy Halloween!

2008-10-31T20:28:00.002-04:00

A Letter to Me

2008-10-25T22:43:00.008-04:00

The older I get the more and more I find myself listening to country music. It could be that handsome country man I live with, but whatever the influence is, I like it. Brad Paisley has a song out entitled, “Letter to Me” which I have heard a hundred times before, but today when I was driving I began thinking what I advice would I give myself if I could go back in time to when I was seventeen. Although I know this is cliché to say, I would not change anything in my life because I would not be where I am today. With that being said, if I could write a letter offering advice to myself, this is what I would say:

Dear Heather,

This is your senior year in high school and although you think that you know what you want in this life, you don’t. Take your time and enjoy your youth. You are so responsible…live a little on the wild side! Return a library book a day late or better yet, skip school on senior skip day like the rest of the class. Go away to college, meet new people, build strong friendships, become confident in yourself, and realize what a jewel you are going to be for that lucky man one day. Give yourself time to find out who you are before you try to decide what you want. You are a strong woman and have so much to offer—never forget that!

You are going to deal with a lot of heartache in your life, but God will get you through it all. There will be times when you will be fortunate enough to see the big picture, but many more times you will ask yourself, “Why?” Try not to focus on the “why,” but rather the “what now?” You will be a voice for the voiceless and there are times when you are going to feel like you have lost your mind. Don’t worry—your faculties will remain intact and through it all you will grow, love, weep, break, and rebuild.

Love your family with reckless abandon and don’t be ashamed to cry in front of your mother—she bore you and she knows you are human. Let your daddy call you “Gookie Baby” because when you get older there are going to be many, many, many times that you wish you could hear his voice calling out those words. Build a relationship with your brother even if he pushes you away. Remember to say, “I’m sorry” and realize that you, too, aren’t the easiest person to live with.

Cherish those shopping trips with your granny and mom and don’t make fun of them when they say, “Ah, look at the pretty trees,” when driving down Beulah Lane in the autumn. You are going to wish you could hear the rustling of the leaves, smell the aroma of the freshly cooked apple butter, and taste your dad’s pinto beans and cornbread every fall for the rest of your life.

Finally, let God work in your life and always listen for His voice. There are going to be many times when your own voice will drown out His, but it is always there. Learn when to be quiet, when to listen, and when you need to just “be.” If you do this, everything else will be okay.

I love you, even though you missed being in the National Honor Society because you got a D+ in geometry.

Sincerely,

Yourself at 33

Head and Shoulders?

2008-10-16T20:21:00.005-04:00

The other night I was tucking the kids in bed and after saying prayers with Noah I kissed him on the forehead like I always do. His hair smelled particularly nice and I said, "Noah, your hair smells really good. What shampoo did you use?" His response was, "I used Mr. Jon's Head and Shoulders shampoo. I like to wash my hair with it, but I never put it on my shoulders." I couldn't help but chuckle...

Always Low Prices...

2008-10-04T20:57:00.004-04:00

Lately, I have been talking to my children about saving money and being responsible when spending money. Each week the children get an allowance for doing "extra" jobs above and beyond their usual chores. When they get this money, they usually like to spend it when we go to Wal*Mart. On our trip to Wal*Mart this week, Gracie said that she had $5.00 not counting her usual allowance. She had not spent $2.00 from the previous week and had $3.00 from the tooth fairy. I knew my talks were doing some good because Gracie told Jaden that she was going to save her money so that she could buy something big that she really wanted instead of wasting the money on a couple of small items that, in reality, she really didn't want. After hearing that, I thought that what I had said had really begun to set in and I felt quite proud of my parenting accomplishments...that is, until she said, "I want to do just like Wal*Mart--'Save money. Live better.' " Oh well, all least she gets it!

Teacher's Workshop?

2008-09-19T09:44:00.003-04:00

On the way home from school the other day, I overheard the kids talking in the backseat about their day. The teachers at their school had attended an in- service meeting in order to become trained on some recently purchased equipment. As a result of the training, all of the teachers had a substitute for a couple of hours that day while they were attending. Noah and Gracie were particularly curious about these teacher meetings and where these teachers attend "workshops" as Noah referred to them. Gracie piped up and said, "I know where they go, Noah. They're in that little room in the media center where all the toys are...that's where the 'teacher's workshop' is!"

A Day at the Beach

2008-09-09T11:38:00.004-04:00

This past weekend Jon and I took the kids to the beach. We hadn't been since earlier in the summer since little Miss Eve ate sand and got a terrible bacterial infection...that will tend to steer parents in the direction away from the source of what is causing your child to stink up the house with unusually foul diapers. Anyway, we thought we'd try it again and we had a fabulous time. The surf was up due to the recent activity in the tropics so the kids couldn't get out too far into the ocean. Instead, we had a nice little lagoon of our own that was formed each time the tide came in from a high swells. Jon and I sat in our beach chairs and watched the kids dance in the waves as Eve stood by our sides uncontrollably laughing as the waves jolted her body. No sand was eaten, no one got stung by a jellyfish, and no one was sunburned. It was a day of pure relaxation. I'm hoping for many more of these beach days next summer!

Wanted: Teaching Job!

2008-09-04T09:46:00.003-04:00

Well, my time off with Eve has come to an end and I am looking for a teaching job. Unfortunately, the school year has already begun and all of the positions have been filled. Hopefully, there will be an influx of special education students and a new class will need to be formed. Until then, I am on the substitute list and I'm praying that will keep me busy. I'm actually looking forward to getting back into the classroom and am eager to try out some of the new strategies I have learned while working on my Master's. It's a bittersweet moment for me...leaving Eve with a babysitter, getting back to the daily grind, less time with my family. *Sigh* Oh well...at least I had Eve's first year at home with her. Not many mothers have that opportunity and I am grateful to have had it. On the flip side, I know three "big" kids who are going to be thrilled to see me in the hallways at school!

Surviving Fay

2008-09-01T07:43:00.002-04:00

Well, we weathered Tropical Storm Fay quite well and only had to battle the rain and wind as a result. Fortunately, we did not lose power and our only real issues were dealing with cabin fever! Hopefully, the rest of the hurricane season will be just as favorable. Hanna is still brewing in the tropics, however, and we'll see what happens. Keep us in your prayers!

The Complexities of Being Female

2008-08-21T06:02:00.008-04:00

Photo credit: Patty Crosby

As I type this blog, the rain is bouncing off the the window pane and the wind is beginning to howl as the outer bands of Tropical Storm Fay move back on shore. This photograph was taken a mile from our home and is characteristic of what the skies have looked like for days. This storm has been lingering where it has traveled and it seems that when she arrives, she is an unwanted guest who is intent on wearing out her welcome. This storm has been unpredictable and atypical of other tropical storms as she has moved slowly and has traveled in an unlikely path. As a result, heavy rain and flooding are inevitable as this fickle lady spins along the coast.

School is cancelled today and I have planned a day of baking cupcakes, making bead necklaces, and playing board games with my children. We're going to hang around the house and enjoy the reprieve from school, but hope and pray that we don't lose power and the water level in the wetlands remain at a reasonable level. The waiting is what makes it so trying....this woman just can't take a hint....go away, Fay!

Thought of the Day

2008-08-19T06:05:00.004-04:00

I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is, above all to matter, to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.

-Leo Rosten

A Strange Compulsion

2008-08-18T12:18:00.005-04:00

Yesterday I was at the checkout counter at the grocery store and was engaged in a conversation with the cashier. Eve was sitting in the cart, smiling at the clerk, and attempting to "talk" as well. The cashier was telling me what a sweet baby Eve was and commented on how cute her shoes were. I immediately said, "Thank you. They were only $12.99 at Bealls Outlet...can you believe it?" Whenever someone compliments me or one of my family members on an article of clothing that we are wearing, I always share where I purchased it from and how much it cost. Why do I feel compelled to do this? Is it because I am so "proud" of my good deal that I want everyone to know it or is is some other strange reason? Although I am a bargain shopper by nature and I do like to find items that are on sale, I do buy non-sale items. I learned a long time ago that it is better to purchase exactly what you want than to compromise by buying something similar to what you want but you'll never use. I used to have a closet full of clothes that were almost what I wanted that I never wore because I didn't want to spend the money on the real thing. Nowadays, if I can't afford what I want, I wait to buy until I can afford it. For now, I'll just keep on sharing my good finds with anyone who admires something I buy...and then they can be inspired to find the same bargain!

Fear: How to Turn a Watch Dog into a Scaredy Cat

2008-08-16T05:32:00.009-04:00

What is fear? According to Wikipedia,

* Fear is an emotional response to threats and danger.

* Fear is often connected to pain.

* Fear is related to the specific behaviors of escape and avoidance.

* Fear is one of several basic, innate emotions.

* Fear is a survival mechanism, and usually occurs in response to a specific negative stimulus.

After reading this definition, can't help but ponder what life would be like without fear. If there was no fear, then there wouldn't be any reason to be fearful, right? So that means no "threats and danger," no "pain," and no "negative stimulus." If people did not experience any of these situations, then nothing would go wrong. Children would not fall off of their bikes and get abrasions, no one would be heartbroken due to relationships breaking up, no one would die, etc. We would be living in a perfect world saturated with perpetual bliss. I do believe this place exists--it's called heaven--until I get there, I'm going to have to deal with fear.

I think that it is important to have a healthy level of fear regarding certain situations because it forces a person to be mindful of ramifications that will ensue as a result of an action. For example, walking through a parking lot at night to get to one's vehicle. Being mindful of the potential dangers of a situation of this nature prompts a person to take precautions such as having the ignition keys in hand, being aware of the surroundings, starting the vehicle and locking the doors once inside, not tarrying in the parking lot, etc. A person who does this respects the fear of being attacked and takes action to avoid being vulnerable. This is having a healthy level of fear.

On the other hand, fear can escalate into unhealthy levels in which a person's fear can be intense, persistent, and irrational. When this happens, the fear can overtake the person and alter the way the person lives. A person can become so paranoid of the situation, activity, thing, or person that is evoking the fear that there is a change in lifestyle as a result. The fear turns into anxiety and starts to take control of the person's moods, actions, and overall functioning in daily life. This is having a very unhealthy level of fear.

Like most people, I have experienced my fair share of pain in my life. Death has been a frequenter in my family for the past several years and the loss of loved ones has carved a sorrowful etching in my heart that will never be repaired. I have felt the pain that results from of not being loved, betrayal, and rejection. I have felt pain...and it hurts. Being at this stage in life reminds me of this isolation that is felt from hurt and loss. This is explained in a poem from Ella Wheeler Wilcox entitled, "Solitude." It reads:

LAUGH, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

But has trouble enough of it's own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

When experiencing feelings of devastation, it is common for a person to feel alone and isolated. It is also normal for a person to become fearful of the triggers that brought on the pain in the first place and to try to protect oneself from being hurt again. But living in fear and allowing that fear to take control of a person's life can put the person in a more turmoil than the initial stimulus.

I don't want live in constant fear. I don't want to allow fear to take control of me and dictate my mood, actions, and reactions. I want to be aware of the fear, accept it, and move on with my life. I want to know that if something negative happens, I will be able to get through it all and I will be okay. I want to prevail...and I will. James Thurber once said, "Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness." I am aware of my anger. I am aware of my fears. I am choosing to leave them where they are and move on with my life. For better or for worse, I am here and fear will not control me anymore.

A Pillar of Strength

2008-08-15T05:40:00.006-04:00

Do you see that lady? She's my mother. Isn't she attractive? Look at that smile--that is the smile of a woman who is geniuinely happy. What is underneath that outer shell, however, is even more beautiful than what most people have the opportunity to see. When I mother was just a teenager, she met my father. She fell in love and ran away to marry him. By the age of 18, my mother had a family of her own--a husband, my brother, and I. Life for my mother was difficult for many of the obvious reasons that one might think when a couple is faced with these circumstances. But through it all, my mother persevered and fought for her family...and she won. Even though my dad was a presence and supported his family financially, it was my mother who raised us, instilled values in us, and formed who my brother and I are today. She was the epitomy of motherhood.

After my brother and I married and started families of our own, my parents finally had some time to do what they wanted. However, this was all cut short when my father had a stroke and was later diagnosed with lung cancer. My mother again had to take on the role of caregiver as she met the needs of my father who passed away at the young age of 53.

A young woman herself, my mother found love again and is married to a wonderful man, John (pictured here as well), who is giving my mother the life she truly deserves. There isn't enough time for me to take to share all of the sacrifices my mother has made for me, my brother, my father, and many, many more people in her life. Her needs and wants have always been secondary so that everyone else around her could have what they needed. She has lived a selfless life and has given herself to her family so that they could live a more enriching life.

My mother has experienced the pain that results from the death of a spouse, a mother, and brothers...and she still keeps on going. My mother is a pillar of strength...she goes on when she doesn't feel like it and keeps striving to do more. She is my hero...look at her...do you see that in her? I do. That's my mother. I love you, mom.

Balanced Life

2008-08-11T22:00:00.005-04:00

I love days like today. I started this Monday morning like I always do--woke up at 4:30 with Jon, ironed his clothes and saw him off to work, then I hopped in the shower, got ready for the day, got the kids up for school, etc. But today was one of my rare days in which I felt like all was balanced. I had my hands in everything--cleaning, laundry, schoolwork, spending one-on-one time with the kids, working in the yard, cooking, cleaning again, spending time with Jon. I accomplished so much today and felt like everyone got what they needed. There aren't many days like this as I generally have to focus on one "big" task along with my daily routine. Today, I had a lot of projects going on, completed them all, and met every one's needs. That makes me very, very happy...and when Mama's happy, everybody's happy. :-)

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!

2008-08-10T08:54:00.004-04:00

Our youngest, Eve, just celebrated her first birthday. Here are some snapshots of our sweet baby girl on her special day.

Ooooh....presents!

Lookie!

She got a bit startled when we started cheering after singing, "Happy Birthday."

This is what I'm talking about!

Now this is what I call a party!

Still happy after the scrub down.

Showing her new baby some love.

Thought for the Day

2008-08-05T08:56:00.001-04:00

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

~James Joyce

The First Day of School

2008-08-01T08:00:00.005-04:00

Can you hear that....listen closely...it is the sound of sneakers scuffling along freshly polished floors as students file down the hallway to their classrooms. The day is here and it has come too quickly--the first day of school. Noah, Gracie, and Jaden woke up eagerly this morning to put on their new clothes, eat breakfast, and load up in the van for the new year.

Last night before the kids went to bed, I read them the story, The Kissing Hand. Noah and Gracie have heard this story before, but it was new to Jaden and most closely fit her age since this was her first day of kindergarten. Anyway, as I was reading, I was reassuring Jaden that everything would be okay, just as the mother in the story reassured her little one. At the end of the story, who do you think broke down in tears--it was me! I started balling, Gracie started crying, and Noah and Jaden started being silly as a reaction to my tears (neither of them like to see me cry.) I told them all that I was going to miss them when they went to school but everything was going to be okay. So much for me setting a good example of being strong...

Well, the good news is that no one cried this morning! We dropped Gracie off at her class first. She is going into the second grade and Mrs. Mosley is her teacher.

Next was Noah's turn and he is going into third grade with Mrs. Brazell as his teacher. She was his teacher last year as well and has looped up to the third grade.

Jaden was last to be dropped off to her kindergarten class with Mrs. Vanzant as her teacher.

The house is quiet as Eve is sitting beside me playing with her toys. It's going to take some time for me to get back into the routine of having the kids gone during the day...but if I remember The Kissing Hand I think I'll be okay.

Summer of '08

2008-07-30T12:53:00.015-04:00

Believe it or not, the summer (for us, anyway) is nearly over as the kids go back to school this Friday, August 1. I am making a gross understatement when I say that the summer flew by way too quickly as we are on the eve-eve of the first day of school. Here are some pictures and descriptions of what our family has done over this summer--we have had a blast!

End of the Season T-Ball and Baseball Parties

Mimi and Papa Visiting

Visit with Dana and Hannah

Wild Adventures

Fourth of July

Hanging Out at the Beach

Visit with Nana, Emily, and Zoe

Gracie's Birthday Party

Eve Learning to Walk

The Hatten Girls

Jaden--First Lost Tooth!

In two short months, we have celebrated a birthday, learned to walk, lost a first tooth, overcame fears of riding rollercoasters, learned to swim, finalized where "home" is, matured, grew, and loved. Two short months...it went by so quickly. I'm glad I was there to experience it.

Helping to Chart a Lost Continent

2008-07-18T05:18:00.002-04:00

Helping to Chart a Lost Continent

by Linda Albert

Every woman

is part of

a lost continent

that flourished once

like Mur, Lemuria,

Atlantis,

until some ancient

cataclysm

swallowed it whole,

submerged

each woman's story

under the sea.

Fathoms deep,

we slept away

our pain for eons,

hinted at, but

best forgotten.

Now, despite that,

everywhere you look

another speck

of land appears,

thrusting itself upward

after a long and arduous

labor.

It is a delicate business,

helping to birth

a continent,

requiring every

woman-voice

to make the new

/old landmass whole

and seamless,

a foolish, fearless

heart

to chart it.

Sweet Dreams

2008-07-11T08:58:00.004-04:00

I had a dream about my dad last night. In the dream, we were at the home that I grew up in and it must have been a Sunday morning because my mom was frying bacon. She was making breakfast for my dad and he was getting ready to go to work. I could sense the urgency for her to hurry--he had to leave and was trying to get directions to where he had to go. I spoke to him in this dream, which was unusual because in most dreams I have had about him I'm just a spectator--watching him as if I am, in fact, in a dream. But not in this one--I was part of it. He was sitting at the computer and was talking to my mom. They were talking about where he was going and he said he couldn't find how to get there. I spoke to him and told him about a Web site to visit and he said that the computer was not functioning properly so I fixed it so he could get his directions. Then, the scene changed. I was at a banquet with Jon and we were going to watch someone get an award. I think it was a school function because a little boy whom I had taught in second grade came up to me. He said, "Can I have a hug?" This particular child and I had bonded that school year because he lost his mother to an illness, similar to the illness that killed my father. This little boy always reminded me of my dad--his appearance, his personality, his wit, his ability to agitate--all of those things reeked of my dad and I had told his grandmother that on many occasions. So in the dream, I looked at the little boy and said, "Come here, baby." I hugged him and he held on to me so tight. I hugged and hugged and hugged him and I didn't want to let go. He didn't want to let go of me, either. You see, his grandmother had told me that I reminded him of his mother. I look similar to the way she looked, our personalities were similar, and the way I carry myself is just like she presented herself. In that dream, that little boy and I were consoling each other. We were taking the place of the person to whom the other had lost and for a moment, we felt like we communicated with our lost loved one. Then, the dream was over.

Semper Fi

2008-07-03T05:28:00.007-04:00

The Fourth of July is tomorrow and it always reminds me of my dad who passed away nearly four years ago. My dad was an ex-Marine and he was a Devil Dog to the core. While most teenagers have the luxury of sleeping in on the weekends, my brother and I were typically awakened by the horns of "Stars and Stripes Forever" and "The Marine Corps Hymn" blaring through the house from the speakers of our sound system. My dad wasn't much on setting aside time to sit down and impart widsom, but rather taught by example. He didn't tell us that we should love our country, fight for what is important in our lives, and take care of your family--he didn't need to because he showed us these things each and every day in the manner in which he lived. He loved his country and because of him I, too, am very patriotic.

Every Fourth of July we take the kids downtown to watch the parade and every time I see the soldiers marching I begin to well up with tears. I become overwhelemed with a feeling of pride for my country and an appreciation for the freedom that I have that so many men and women have died for over the years. Inevitably, I think about my dad, how he fought in Vietnam when he was a young adult and how he had to watch his friends die on the battlefield--that is when I can't hold back the emotion as tears begin to roll down my face. The sacrafices that he and so many others have made for me and the rest of the country is made real at that precise moment.

Before my dad died, I had a special gift made for him to show my appreciation for not only his service to our country but also to show him what he meant to me. That gift was a set of dog tags that reads his name and the words, "Vietnam Veteran and hero to his family." When he opened the gift, he seemed almost bewildered as if he had no clue of what an impact he had on my life and he began to cry. I don't think he realized what he had imparted on me (or the rest of our family) and how we recognized the sacrifice he had made for us.
Now, I have his original dog tag and the one that I had made for him. Every now and then, I will place it around my neck and put on one of his Marine Corps T-shirts and reminisce about days past and try to hear his voice. I miss him each and every day and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him. What I wouldn't give to have him wake me up just one more time by playing a John Phillips Sousa song or by banging a pot and hearing him shout, "Revellie, revellie, revellie!" One day I will see him again, but until then I'll keep cherishing the memories that I have and try to instill a love of country to my own children as my dad did for me.

My Family

2008-06-25T11:46:00.003-04:00

Last weekend my sister-in-law, Dana, her daughter, and one of her friends came to visit us for the weekend. We had a blast going to the beach (even though there was a shark attack that day), spending time at the pool, going to dinner, and bowling. We went down to the riverfront where Dana took this picture of me and my family. Look at those children--aren't they precious? Jon and I enjoyed spending time with Dana and the girls loved tagging along behind the teenagers...you know, our girls think they're teens in training. I'm relishing these days of playing dress up, Barbies, and family night because before I know it, these little ones are going to be grown. For now, they're our little ones, and little is just fine with me.

(Not-So) Lazy Days on the Beach

2008-06-17T06:25:00.005-04:00

Although it is not officially summer for a few more days, summertime here in Southeast Georgia begins in about April. The heat starts to intensify which spurs our first beach outing. This year, things are not quite as relaxed as they have been in previous summers due to the precious little ball of energy pictured here. Eve (who thinks she is applying sunscreen) is keeping us on our toes this summer, particularly while on the beach. Never have I seen more sand in a diaper nor have I experienced the pleasure of changing a diaper from a baby who has spent the previous day eating sand. She, like her older siblings, loves going to the beach and the pool, and although I get my daily exercise, I love taking her. If she could just quit eating the sand, I'd be really happy.

Cardboard Testimonies

2008-06-12T06:41:00.002-04:00

Watch this.

Happy Feet

2008-06-10T12:33:00.007-04:00

In April, I broke my right foot while walking across the street. Yes, I said I broke my foot while walking across the street. I know, it sounds like a dramatic story, but it is true. Jon and I were walking back to the truck after attending a local festival and as we were walking across the street he warned me to be careful walking up on the curb because there was a slight drop right in front of the curb. I replied, in a not-so-nice way, might I add, "I see it!" Just as soon as the words rolled off of my tongue I felt instantaneous pain shooting through my foot. Voila! The foot was fractured! Well, after being in a boot for six weeks I am finally free to walk about allowing my toes to breathe in their short, chubby (but oh-so-cute) glory. I learned a valuable lesson with this whole ordeal: watch what you say. If I could turn back time, I would have bit my tongue instead of inserting that foot in my mouth and maybe I wouldn't have broken it!

Can You Say "Procrastination?"

2008-06-09T05:55:00.002-04:00

Yesterday I had a paper due for school which I had put off all week. Yesterday morning I woke up at 4:30 to get up and feed the baby so I figured I would get a jump on my assignment. After completing one task, I promptly moved on to the next. I was working efficiently and I thought I was going to be finished by noon...boy, was I wrong. I worked on that beast on and off all day long! I didn't go to bed until 1:30 this morning and I could kick myself for waiting until the last minute. This week, I vow to schedule my time a bit more efficiently...maybe. Just for fun, here's a poem I read about procrastination that I can relate to:

Procrastination
by Kit McCallum

Yesterday, I said I would

Until the time had passed,

And now today, I see my list

Of never-ending tasks.

Why so, I ask myself, did I

Put off that task at hand?

For yesterday has added to

My ever-growing plans,

Of things I say I will attend,

Accomplish or provide;

Seems every day I put if off -

It multiplies in size.

A simple job if given

My devotion for a time;

Would surely have resolved itself

And eased my worried mind.

However, due to circumstance,

As always is the case;

I had no time to spend that day …

I had no time to waste.

For yesterday, I worked on

All the tasks I had delayed,

From days before when I would say

I have no time today.

You see, tomorrow’s easier

To say that I will vow,

To catch up on the overload,

And yet - I wonder how?

‘Tis easier to play the part

Of victim in this case,

And be the martyr ever-more

I have no time to waste.

Rejected!

2008-06-05T10:03:00.004-04:00

A conversation I had with my mother today revolved around a dear family member who is critically ill. During our conversation, my mother had expressed that this family member had never really found his way in life and that he was never given the love and support from his own father. Although his mother played a huge role in his life, loved him, and gave him everything that she could, the gap that he felt from not having his father in his life left a wound that never healed. Nearly everyone I know has been rejected on some level and I, too, have had the unpleasant experience of being rejected. I found this poem entitled "Fear of Rejection" on the Internet this morning that made a lot of sense to me. Although the message is more lighthearted than the conversation I spoke of, the message is universal.

ZZZZZZzzzzzzzz...

2008-05-30T23:17:00.003-04:00

It is late in the night and the children are asleep. Stillness is a state that this house rarely partakes in so I am taking pleasure in its mute respite. As I lie in bed, I am serenaded with the rhythmic rotation of the ceiling fan, the distant hum of the refrigerator and hurgs...snort...snorf..snorf ... aughs...hurrrhh. My dear husband is sleeping quite well and is snoring loud enough to wake the little darlings upstairs. Although this is an exaggeration of merely trifle proportions, the fact of the matter is that his noisy slumber is irrelevant. He could be huffing and puffing like the Big, Bad Wolf, making all sorts of raucous and I would be quite content lying beside him, listening to his nasal cavity orchestra. You see, this man is the love of my life. He has transformed my world and has given me the best experiences I could ever imagine. He challenges me to grow as a person and despite my flaws, he loves me completely and the feeling is overwhelmingly mutual. Although our relationship is not in a perpetual state of bliss because we are, in fact, human, we love each other and we make sacrifices each day to ensure that we keep our marriage and our family as our top priority in life. What many would see as imperfections in their mates, we see as tiny character enhancements that work together to form the big picture that we are so in love with. So you see, this snoring isn't an annoyance--it's just another instrument in the symphony that is peacefully playing my bedtime lullaby...and what a joy it is to hear.

Choices, Choices, Choices!

2008-05-28T05:26:00.004-04:00

I am working on my Master's Degree and part of the discussion this week deals with student choice and how giving students the freedom to have some choice in the classroom can be beneficial. Our discussion board has stayed primarily in the realms of choices in the classroom, but some of the posts have ventured into life choices which is yielding a somewhat philosophical tone...and that got me thinking. One of my reply posts said something to the effect that the choices we make in life direct the path in which we travel and I almost said that we "choose our own adventure." From that thought, the nostalgia kicked into high gear and I took a walk down memory lane. Does anyone remember the Choose Your Own Adventure series of books? These books allow the reader to determine the protagonists next course of action by choosing what happens next in the story. At the end of the page/ section of the book, the reader is prompted to select one of two options then turn to the page that is listed (which is super awesome for a kid because the book does not read in order.) Anyway, the books were out of print for several years and just recently they have started republishing them. I am going to buy some for my son because I think he will enjoy reading them. I wish I had mine still from childhood, however, which included about 100 titles (thanks in most part to my Aunt Nair-Nair...she gave me the books when she grew out of them.) Anyway, one thought leads to another and from a discussion board post I threaded myself to a children's book. Well, even if you don't have any children, buy one and read it. It's good, wholesome fun!

Look How They've Grown!

2008-05-23T13:25:00.008-04:00

Check out this picture of the kids on the first day of school in August of 2007. Look at those smiling faces--they were so eager to begin the school year!

Now look at this picture that was taken today--the last day of school. Notice how each of them have changed and matured...and look at the height difference! I think they are growing too fast!

My Pride and Joy

2008-05-22T13:17:00.011-04:00

Yesterday Jon and I went to each of our three school-aged children's Award's Day program. I can't express how proud I was to see all three of them being honored for all of their accomplishments this school year. Being a teacher myself, I know that students grow, mature, and learn so much throughout the year, but seeing my own children from the perspective as a mother during these ceremonies was touching.

Jaden's end of the year celebration was first and each student in her class recited a nursery rhyme. Jaden was Little Bo Peep and this is her sporting the costume I made for her to wear. I had big plans on making the dress but instead I just made the hat and pantaloons and used a dress we already had. During the ceremony, Jaden recited her poem verbatim and we were so proud of her. Her class also sung an alphabet song and each student received a certificate. It was absolutely adorable!

Noah's Honor's Day was next and he received the "A" Honor Roll Award and the Voracious Reader Award. The "A" Honor Roll is given to those students who an "A" average for all subjects for the entire year. His teacher gave him the Voracious Reader Award because she said that he is an avid reader and took a lot of Accelerated Reader tests based upon books he had read. We smiled in delight when seeing him receive his awards and he was bubbling with excitement as well.

Last but not least was Gracie's Honor's Day program. She received the Superientendent's Award and the Best Storyteller Award. The Superientendent's Award is given to students who have made all A's every nine weeks in every subject on their report card. This is the most prestigious award given! The Best Storyteller Award was given to Gracie because her teacher said that everyday Gracie would come in sharing a story with her about something that had happened the night before or over the weekend. Instead of simply listening to the stories, Gracie's teacher would encourage her to write her story down in her journal. Yes, Gracie is a little chatterbox and her teacher used this trait for good by doing this. :-) I didn't get a good picture of Gracie and her teacher so the one of them together is from the beginning of school.

Vrooooooomm....

2008-05-14T12:45:00.003-04:00

I had this dog when I was growing up whose name was Flash. My brother named him this because he was a fast runner (although I swear he named him after the basset hound off of the Dukes of Hazzard but he denies that.) Anyway, Flash was one of those dreadful dogs that chases cars. Whenever a vehicle was approaching we always knew it because Flash would jump up and begin racing the car as it sped down the street. The cars would always win, but Flash was a tenacious dog and never let that stop him from trying to achieve the goal of fastest dog in the neighborhood. Anyway, I thought about poor 'ol Flash (who had gone on to doggie heaven a few years ago after 18 long years of life) when I was vacuuming the floor yesterday. Eve, my nine month old, was on the floor crawling around as I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. As I took out the vacuum to sweep the area rug, I noticed she kept following behind me. With each pass of the vacuum, Eve would change her direction and I started to get choked up thinking that she loves her mommy that much that she's acting like my shadow following me here and there. Well, to my dismay, I found out that it wasn't me she was following, it was the vacuum. Just like Flash, Eve races after the vacuum in an effort to catch the carpet light that is attached to the bottom. Humph! I guess I am in competition with Mr. Hoover for the cooings and droolings of a baby girl...well, that's okay. At the end of the day, it's not a chase after the vacuum this little girl wants, it's a snuggle with mommy. For now, she can chase the vacuum…several years down the road, I know that’s not the only thing she’s going to be chasing!

Whadda Mom!

2008-05-12T08:25:00.000-04:00

This past weekend my family and I went to Fort Myers to spend some time with my mom and step dad for the Mother's Day holiday. My two aunts, Dana and Lynare, were also there with Dana's two boys, Joey and Jonathan. We had a fabulous time and reminisced about the good 'ole days while the kids played in the pool and enjoyed each other's company.

About a month ago, my grandmother who was very dear to my heart passed away so this Mother's Day was bittersweet for all of us. My granny was a feisty lady who had strong opinions about matters and was more than willing to share these with others if provoked. She was one of those people with whom you always knew where you stood because she was so blatantly honest (which is a good thing!) So this weekend was a bonding time that my two aunts, my mother, and I had with one another and we relished in the time we had together.

This past Mother's Day, I cried when I left my mother's home. I hadn't done this since I was a teenager. Being with everyone this past weekend was one of the most fulfilling times I have had in my life. When I hugged my mother good bye, I began weeping and I couldn't control my emotions. She just hugged me and patted me like she always did when I was little and for a moment I felt that safety and security like I had felt as a child...the comfort and warmth of being in a mother's arms...my mother's arms. There isn't a sweeter, more welcoming place to be.

The older I get, the more I understand that the time we have on this earth is very limited. You never know when the people whom you love will no longer be there to talk to or laugh with so take my advice--love your family with wreckless abandon, take the time out of your busy day to make that phone call you've been wanting to make, and let the ones you care about know how you feel. You'll never regret taking that step to spend time with the ones you love.

My children love playing with their siblings, but they also love spending time with their cousins, aunts, and uncles. Looking back on my childhood, the things I remember most were not the presents I received for birthdays or the lavish Christmas gifts-- it was spending time with family, camping out on a sleeping bag with my cousins at my Aunt Anita's house, and making silly commercials. These are the things that cannot be purchased and have the most meaning for children. I just hope that as a mother, I am giving my own children these experiences so that they can have a fulfilling childhood like I did. Thanks, Mom.

The Queen of Clean

2008-05-04T06:12:00.000-04:00

I have this thing for aprons...I don't know why, but I probably have about 15 aprons that I wear while cooking. I've always loved wearing an apron, not so much for the functionality, but rather for the feeling it gives me of being a wife, mother, and a happy homemaker. I kind of feel like June Cleaver when I wear them and I like the wholesome persona. Anyway, my mother-in-law purchased this one for me that has "Mrs. Hatten" embroidered on the front. I love this apron, not only because it has my name on it, but check out the little ruffle at the bottom. Isn't it cute? In this picture, I was sporting my "I'm too sexy for this apron" look and was getting ready to scrub the toilet and clean the bathroom. I wore it so I wouldn't get a bleach stain on my clothes. Glamorous, huh?

OOh Baby, That's What I Like

2008-04-20T23:09:00.001-04:00

My last two blogs have been downers, so I thought I'd publish something more indicative of my upbeat personality. I am a huge sensory person and I have some oddities regarding the five senses. I have listed my favorite sensory experiences. Laugh if you want, some of them are a bit strange!

Things I Absolutely Love

Sights:

1. My children sleeping peacefully in their beds

2. Jon's hairy back (and the rest of his hairy body ;-) )

3. Baby Eve pulling the cat's fur out handfuls at a time

4. The "You've Got Mail" icon

5. A freshly polished set of fingernails

Smells:

1. My husband's crevices

2. A new box of crayons

3. Autumn in Ohio

4. Rain on hot pavement

5. Clean laundry

Sounds:

1. My children roaring in laughter

2. The rustling of Eve's diaper as she crawls around the house

3. Jon whispering softly into my ear

4. The ice cream truck

5. Rain on the window pane

Tastes:

1. Bonnie Bell Lip Smackers (good childhood memories)

2. Peanut butter cream cheese pie from The Sweetest Thing

3. My first cup of morning coffee

4. Salty pretzels and a Diet Coke

5. Lemon Pepper chicken wings from Dick's and a Bud Light (I know--I'm a redneck)

Touches:

1. My kids giving me a hug

2. Running my hands through Jon's hair

3. The cat rubbing her fur against my leg

4. Nursing my babies

5. Snuggling with Jon

Pet Peeves

2008-04-19T17:01:00.000-04:00

Are there certain things that people do that sometimes get under your skin? These things can be simple idiosyncrasies, less-than-brilliant actions, or blatant stupidities that others act upon that infuriate you. Well, I know I have some and here are just a few...

1. Know-it-alls

2. Being behind a driver who drives with their blinker perpetually on

3. Toothpaste residue in the sink

4. Chipped nail polish

5. No toilet paper left on the roll (but the roll is still on the toilet paper holder)

6. Being able to see a woman's undergarment through (poking out of, etc.) her clothes

7. Pumping gas (and paying for it)

8. Hearing the horrible sound styrofoam makes when it is scratched

9. Powdered medicine (I could never take a Goody's or BC!)

10. Being wasteful

So what about you? What gets on your nerves?

Anger Management

2008-04-19T02:52:00.000-04:00

I've always had a bit of a temper--even when I was younger. My first distinct memory of out-and-out tantruming isn't as a child, but as a teenager instead. I was in high school in the late 80's and skyscraper hair styles were all the rage...the bigger, the better. I have naturally curly hair so I didn't have to get a perm like most of the girls, but I did have to have it frosted (yes, I said frosted--not highlighted with foils, but pulled through a cap with a knitting needle.) I had THE hair when I was in high school. It was big, bold, and bodacious. Anyway, one morning I was getting ready for school and my hair just wouldn't cooperate. I had my Aqua Net in one hand and sprayed my bangs until they were dripping with hairspray then I held them up with a pick and blew them dry with my hairdryer so that they were standing at attention. My hair had its normal amount of volume, but the shape was just all wrong and my bangs were just not standing the way I wanted. I was infuriated, but there was nothing I could do. My friend was waiting to give me a ride and I didn't have time to wash my hair and start all over again. Instead of chocking it all up to a bad hair day, I went into an all out rage. My mother was sitting at the dining room table listening to my grumbling and was hearing this all unfold. I was getting angrier by the second and finally I had to blow. I began SCREAMING at my mother and my friend (who was nice enough to pick me up and give me a ride to school, if I might add, so I didn't have to ride the bus) while complaining about my hair. I threw my teasing comb, chucked the hairspray can, and kicked the trashcan on the way out of the bathroom. My mom just sat in the dining room and would say to me in a calm voice, "Heather, it looks good. Quit getting so mad," as she puffed religiously on her cigarette and drank her coffee. My tantrum ended and I went to school, but this ritual occurred at least a couple of times a week. Looking back, I wonder why my mom didn't take that coffee cup of hers and whirl it at me when I was acting like a complete idiot...I'll have to ask her that.