Just a start...

Audrey is the first of the Hatch Baby Boom. Isaiah Poole (to the right of Audrey) was born in January. Brigham Hardy (to the left) was born in February. The Hatch family is expecting 4 more babies this year! Just wait until Thanksgiving--
we'll have to get a picture of the seven babies under one year!
The Bezzant family isn't too far behind with two babies due this year. Yay!

Las Vegas

We drove to Las Vegas to celebrate Brigham Anson Hardy. He was blessed on Sunday, March 30th, his Grandpa Hatch's birthday. The weather was so nice! Ammon tried to convince me to go on the Big Shot, but I was wimpy. We didn't go to "The Strip" at all, which was okay by me. Teresa took us to a fun park where we fed geese, watched peacocks, and had a picnic. We really enjoyed spending time with family.

Thanks to Teresa and Brian for having us; we had a great time!
It was so nice to have a break from the snow.


4 months old and CHUBBY!

Easter 2008

Hyrum took his sweet time hunting for eggs in the backyard. He would find an egg, pick it up, shake it, and then sit down, open it and eat the candy inside. He wasn't competing with any siblings, no competition--so why hurry? We lost patience with this style of egg-hunting pretty fast. (And I really didn't want him to eat ALL the candy.)

When we finally got him interested in finding the eggs, he refused to put them in his basket. Instead he created little "nests" to which he would return with each new egg.

Easter is truly a time for celebration. There is nothing greater to celebrate than the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Death is conquered! Jesus Christ lives. "The sting of death should be swallowed up in the hopes of glory." Alma 22:14

"Life is Time's galley slave"

I have always been fascinated with TIME. What is time? It blows my mind that I can not stop it. There is nothing I can do; tomorrow will come, for good and bad. I have been sick with dread for what tomorrow has in store and at those moments I would have given anything to stop time. On the other hand, I have often found peace in knowing that, no matter what, the deadline will pass, things end, time passes by.

I have to admit that if I could stop time, I would probably still be 10. I would have been sure to stop time in my fear for tomorrow or in my sorrow-the days when you just don't want to go on. Where would you be?

I have often thought that as God gives us our agency, he also gives us TIME- which requires us to keep making choices.

I made up a motto in my teenage years, "Time is not my shackle," referring to wearing a watch. It mostly represented for me that I didn't want to live by my watch- dictate my life around the time of day. However, upon further pondering, I have realized TIME is my shackle. I am in complete bondage to it. I cannot control it. "My life is like an hour glass glued to the table."

I usually feel like time goes too fast. I never have enough time to prepare.

The "winds of time" is a main theme in the book aforementioned, A Lantern in Her Hand. Here are a couple clips that I really love...

"She had a queer sensation of wind blowing past her,- of wind that she could not stop. Oh, stop Time for a few minutes until we can do something about the war... But the winds blew past, and the clock hands went around, and James and Belle's husband and several of the neighbor boys had gone to war."

"'Inasmuch as we are gathered here together in the sight of the Lord,'

Suddenly, Abbie wanted to halt the ceremony. There seemed nothing in her mind but that odd thought of a wind rushing by, a wind she could not stop,- Time, going by,- time which she could not stay. Stop Time for a minute until she could think what queer thing was happening to her.

'Do you take this woman,...sickness,...health,... 'til death,..."

What a queer thing to talk about now, -death,- when it was life that was before them.

'...this man...lawfully wedded husband..?'

'I do.'

But, oh Will...Will...who are you? Do I know you? And then quite suddenly, Abbie Mackenzie became Abbie Deal."

"It is the prerogative of the dramatist to lower the curtain upon a scene and raise it upon a later one, --of the story-teller to close one chapter and begin another when time has passed. Real life is not so. There is no kind interval of time as the settings of various experiences shift,- no heart-easing period of days between the chapters of life.

Life is Time's galley slave, forever shackled to its relentless master. If its hardest blow be dealt at three o'clock, then four o'clock must be met and five and six, - the first dark, agonizing night and the first pale torturing dawn. And so it was unreal, even cowardly, to leave Abbie Deal wrestling with her deepest emotions, -living two lives; one within herself, wracked and tortured, -the other, and outward one which met all the old duties and trivial obligations with composure,- leave her in the garden of her Gethsemane, to meet her many months later."

Time. A Precious Commodity. I wish I could always use it wisely.

A Book I Can Call My Own

I think I may have found a book that I can call a favorite. This should mean something to those of you who know me well. I do not have a favorite color, nor favorite food, music genre, restaurant, art style, etc. I'm pretty well happy with everything. As long as I don't find it offensive I can appreciate anything.

The book is A Lantern in Her Hand by Bess Streeter Aldrich.

I have to choose the book for my ward book club next month. After a lot of thought (it's funny how hard of a decision it is), I have decided on this book. However, I feel hesitant because I am pretty sure it will not be completely accepted. I won't be surprised if many of the ladies don't finish it. It is not an "easy read." This makes me sad because this book is somehow an extension of myself, and if they don't like it, I may have a hard time not taking it personally. I realize this is irrational and silly. I debated between this book and "Darcy's Story," a much more popular and readable book... to which I am not personally attached...and would probably be well liked by all. I want to make a good impression, after all.
I have decided to be brave and choose A Lantern in Her Hand, and hope that someone finds it as lovely as I do.

Happy Easter

Target Portrait Studio (not highly recommended)
two not so happy children =

Happy Easter to ALL!

Three Months Already...

I slept through Audrey's cry for the first time last night (as far as I am aware).

You know, when you wake up to a sound that you realize has been in your dream for an indefinite amount of time...

Poor thing! Hyrum had a much more attentive mommy.

Hyrum Turns Two!!

Hyrum's Actual Birthday

Hyrum's First Birthday

Hyrum's Second Birthday

We LOVE YOU Hybug!!

Thank you to all who celebrated with us.

This was fun...

I will confess that I went through a few pictures of myself until I was happy with the outcome.