Archive: September 2013

He Kills Me

posted by Chelsea

Our baby boy…

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is going through a cling-to-mommy stage.  It’s not highly convenient, especially when I’m doing things like oh… cooking dinner or milking the cow.  BUT seeing how this is my third round of toddler-hood, I know it won’t last.  Soon he’ll be running out the door to ride his bike and then the next day he’ll be driving away to college.

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I’m hopeful he’ll be weaned by then, but that’s a topic for another day.  Anyway, when he isn’t clinging to me, he’s usually trying to figure out how something works… a cabinet door, or a wheel on a toy- something of that nature.  And if he’s not figuring out how something works, he prefers to climb up on the table (or counter) and throw things off.  That’s how he prefers to spend his time- clinging, figuring or climbing.

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And through all of it I can tell you one thing- the boy, this boy…

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…kills me.

While it should bother me when he stands on the table and throws things, I think he’s so stinking cute that I have to pretend it bothers me.  What kind of mother would I be if I LET HIM KNOW that I don’t mind?  I have to act like I mind because the fact is, I WILL mind when he’s 3 or 7 or 15.  And, while it should bother me when he constantly clings to me, I secretly  like it when he wraps his little arms around me and lays his head on my shoulder.  The clinging combined with whining can get a little tiresome, but overall I just love this little man of ours more than I can stand.

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This little serious-while-he-plays-face, it kills me.

I Never Thought

posted by Chelsea

I never thought we’d be “milk-cow-people”.  Not that anything is remotely wrong with being “milk-cow-people”, I just never envisioned it for us.  BUT now that we live an hour and a half from the nearest grocery store and I was finding myself buying 3 or 4 gallons of milk at a time, I realized something had to be done.  So last weekend, when our family Doctor informed us that she was looking for a home for her milk cow, we decided to jump on it (the occasion, not the cow herself).  I told her Sunday that we were in and then on Tuesday, the woman who delivered all three of our children,  delivered “Bell” (with much less coaching, pain, etc.) to our house…

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And while I never envisioned this for us, I want you to know that I. LOVE. IT.  I love the whole thing- the cuteness of the cow, the (more than ample supply of!) milk she makes…

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Not to mention, the CREAM she makes!  I started making butter- something I’m going to tell you all about ASAP because it’s totally awesome.  She’s currently producing about 4 or 5 gallons a day- my yogurt maker is on order and I’m going to start working on cheese and I’ve already made two batches of caramels. I’m telling you folks- you should all have a “Bell”…

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… in your life!

You can anticipate MUCH more about our “Bell” in the future here on CC!


posted by Chelsea

A CC reader, Bev, wrote me a Facebook message a couple of weeks ago encouraging me to write a post “What I Did This Summer”.  Blogging has actually been “haunting” me for the last few weeks because of that very post.  I’m going to tell you why in an analogy, a medical analogy…. because those are usually my favorite kind.  I’ll keep it family friendly, but just know that you’re welcome to “jazz it up” with more gruesome medical details, if you feel so inclined.

In nursing school we had manikins to practice our skills on.  For example, we could practice starting IVs on a manikin arm.  They had beautiful veins, easy to see, easy to palpate and easy to insert an intravenous catheter into.  Then… clinical day would arrive and often, with it an opportunity would arise to start a REAL IV.  Well… real people don’t look like manikins.  Their veins are hard to see and hard to palpate and well, starting an IV on a real live person is a lot messier than starting one on a manikin.  And, as you can probably imagine, so are a number of other medical procedures- they’re messy.  You know why?  Because REAL LIFE is messy.

That to say, our REAL LIFE has been messy this summer- it hasn’t been terrible, it hasn’t been bad, in fact, I would say (just like any good medical professional!) there has been beauty in the mess.  And so, today, I’m done with the blogging stand-still because I realize I don’t have to share the details of the mess- I can share about the beauty in spite of it.  Maybe that’s what blogging is all about for me- sharing the beauty in the mess of REAL life.

Here’s a little taste of the beauty for ya…

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My Grandma celebrated an important birthday this summer.  All 5 kids, including five great grands and 2 grands pictured above, as well as these three of her “boys”, three of my favorite people… (my Dad middle, uncle Gregg left and Uncle Scott right)…

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gathered in Idaho to celebrate her.

You have to reach a milestone birthday to celebrate with a singing, spinning, blooming candle…

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.. that’s the rule.  Married for nearly 61 years to my Grandpa,

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even their friend since pre-marriage, Bob (on the left)

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showed up to celebrate.   Four generations of “Claire’s” (middle name) gathered not just for the party, but also for a picture…

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I love this family and this Gram of mine…

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My grandparents are planning to come out to see us sometime this fall.  Which opens the door for me to tell you that Buck is managing a ranch outside of Troy, Oregon, population 6 (sometimes 8!) in the “city” limits.  We’re about 1.5 hours from Enterprise, the town we’ve lived in for the last 7 years, the county Buck grew up in.  Troy is a located on the Grand Ronde River, in a canyon , but our house and the ranch sit up on the benches above the canyon.  It’s a pretty amazing place and we’re feeling pretty amazingly blessed to step out on our deck and see this…

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Among the blessings, Lucy goes to a one room schoolhouse where there are only THREE kids!  She’s well into first grade…

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and loving it.

Part of the joy of being here is that we have 10 ranch horses (in addition to our 4) to keep in shape.  Basically, this means we ride EVERYday! We are all…

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pretty thrilled about that.

The next best thing to riding, is swimming, right?  There’s a river down the road and we’ve been cooling off…

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down there on a regular basis.

I have much to talk about, about this place.  Can’t wait to write again, for as long as I can remember, I’ve had this voice in my head (the good kind) that is constantly writing (or adding the number of letters in sentences, but that’s a whole other issue problem topic…)  and I am eager to get the voice out again here at CC.  That to say… Bev, thanks for challenging me.  The blogging stand-still is officially over.

Oh Dear!

posted by Donna

Oh dear! Everywhere I turned this summer, there was a deer. A deer here.

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And a deer there.

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These deer are so dear. They showed up to go boating

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and they made their appearance to go swimming.

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They came to help pick up pinecones

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and they showed up in velvet.

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Often, they were nestled in behind a tree.

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They brought their little ones

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and showed much affection for one another.

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I’m quite sure they think they own the place

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and who’s going to argue with them.

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Once, as I sat enjoying the quiet last week, 6 deer went traipsing by, two pairs of twins and their significant others. I didn’t dare move to go get my camera but this is one of the little ones photographed earlier this summer.

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Every time I heard a rustle, I didn’t need to look up to know that a deer or two or more were visiting. But honestly, I got the feeling I was the intruder! I’d come around the corner of the house and,

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oh dear! another deer. Or dare I say, our dear neighbors!

A Tribute

posted by Robin

Aging is God’s idea…. It’s one of the ways He keeps us headed homeward. We can’t change the process, but we can change our attitude toward it…. What if we looked at the aging body as we look at the growth of a tulip? Do you ever see…gardeners weep as the bulb begins to weaken? Of course not…. Tulip lovers rejoice the minute the bulb weakens. “Watch that one,” they say. “It’s about to blossom.”
Could it be heaven does the same? The angels point to our bodies. The more frail we become, the more excited they become. “Watch that lady in the hospital,” they say. “She’s about to blossom.” “Keep an eye on the fellow with the bad heart. He’ll be coming home soon.”

By Max Lucado

In sharing from Max’s devotional calendar, this leads me to a tribute of our friend and fellow cowgirl, Crystal. I sent a message on Facebook asking how she was doing earlier this summer, she said she was okay, but was on hospice. This saddened me and my heart was heavy as I knew her time was coming to a close on this earth. I do believe in healing and that God still heals today, but sometimes, inexplicably, it just doesn’t happen. And with Crystal, I wonder why. Why her? Why so young? But I also rejoice in the fact that, whether she realized it or not, she truly had a ministry through her cancer journey. She touched more lives going through the fight of ovarian cancer than she would have if she had never gotten the disease. AND she is living with Jesus and those who have gone before us. In THAT we can take comfort. I, unfortunately, couldn’t make it to her service since I live in New Mexico and had just come back from visiting Idaho, but I know many others did.

The following is her obituary.

Crystal Anderson

Crystal Jean Anderson of Midvale went to be with her Lord and Savior on August 5th, 2013 at the home of close cousins, Sunnie and Darin Braun of Fruitland, after a courageous four year battle with ovarian cancer.

She was born in Reno, NV on May 11th, 1981 to Kelly and Alfred Fernandez, Jr.

Her dad, Tom Seid entered Crystal’s life at age four. Raised in Midvale, she attended Cambridge High School where she was an avid volleyball player, cheerleader, high school rodeo member and worked as a lifeguard at the local pool and on the family ranch.

She became a licensed hairstylist in 2001 after graduating from Mr. Leon’s School of Cosmetology in Lewiston and shortly thereafter married Darick Heimgartner. In the ten years following, Crystal’s many talents led her through several interesting occupations including a massage therapist, photographer, baker, jewelry model, snowboard instructor, doula and perhaps her greatest success, as a mother to daughters, Rilynn and MeKaty Heimgartner.

Earlier this year, Crystal married the love of her life, Joel Anderson, in a beachfront ceremony in Waikoloa, Hawaii.

She is survived by parents Tom and Kelly Seid, husband Joel Anderson, daughters Rilynn and MeKaty Heimgartner, sisters Kenna Waggoner and Katie Millette, brothers AJ Fernandez, Joshua and Austin Seid, Grandmother Virgina Seid, and Bob and Kris Anderson. She was preceded in death by her father, Alfred Fernandez, Jr.

Crystal will be most remembered for her immense ability to love fully. From birth, her Mom always used the saying, “She’s never met a stranger” because she touched the life of each person who she came into contact with. Her positive outlook on life was contagious, and her fighting strength and capacity to forgive came from her faith in Jesus Christ.

Her celebration of life will be held Saturday, August 10th at 2 pm at Washington County Fairgrounds-Cambridge Exhibit Hall. Everyone is welcome. A potluck dessert will follow.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to Heart ‘n Home Hospice by calling 800-HOSPICE or visit www. or to The Midvale Pool at 208-355-2646.

Rest In Peace, my friend.