Category Archives: Family Practice

Bahnson Archers

I guess this is what happens when you live in the country. I had no idea, but I think it’s pretty cool. 

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New Neighbors

Over the past 2 days, I’ve been noticing an alarming amount of flies buzzing around outside of our house. I’m talking thousands of flies buzzing around my head, plastered on the side of the house, congregating on the fence posts, chillin’ on the garage doors. Disturbing, and I’ll admit, gross. So what happened?

The cows moved in, that’s what happened. The OSU ranchers have moved the cows to the field across the street from our house. We were told that the cows would rotate through that field at some point, not forever, but for a brief period of time. In fact, now that I think about it, we were also warned that with the cows, come the flies. Yup, still so much to adapt to out here in the country.

Da Cows. Not a quiet animal.

Da Cows. Not quiet animals, I must say.

A couple of shots of springtime in Oregon…

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One of the best things about spring in Oregon

The Origins of Moomin

If you hadn’t seen or heard by now, we got a new puppy. And I’m simply in love with him! I think my husband is jealous.

Our puppy is 9 weeks old. He’s a mix of a standard schnauzer and a mini poodle, aka a Schnoodle, and we named him Moomin. Moomin is cuddly, loveable, playful, inquisitive, loyal. We’ve waited a long time to get a puppy, since before Cecilia was born, but it was worth the wait because Moomin is the perfect addition to our family.

The frequently asked question regarding our new dog is, “Moomin? Where did that come from?”

Here’s the story for all you Moomin fans wondering how Moomin got his awesome name! This past holiday season, Fred and I came across a children’s book titled Comet in Moominland by Tove Jansson. It’s a fantasy book that caught our eye because the characters on the cover were these super cute hippopatamus-looking creatures, and it got rave reviews, particularly from one of Fred’s favorite authors, Neil Gaiman. After reading the back of the book, we decided it would be a fun read for Cecilia so we bought it for her for Christmas.

The story centers around the Moomin family: Moominmama, Moominpapa and Moomintroll.  Moomintroll (also known as Moomin in the English translation) is the boy of the family who is  “interested in and excited about everything he sees and finds, always trying to be good, but sometimes getting into trouble while doing so, he is very brave and always finds a way to make his friends happy.” (Quote from Wikipedia) After Cecilia read the book, we all agreed that Moomin would be a great name for our new dog.

The Moomins have appeared in comic strip form and in an animated series. My friend, who grew up in Sweden, told me the Moomin Trolls were very popular when she was growing up. As a kid, she used to watch the animated series quite often.

So there you have it. The origins of our Moomin.

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A Day on the Farm

For the first time since we moved to our new house, this was the first weekend during which the whole family was home for 2 days in a row. We spent the weekend working and playing in and out of the house and enjoying the early spring weather. What a treat!

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The girls playing with cousin T

Crocus, crocus, open up...

Crocus, crocus, open up…

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And the daffodils look lovely today…

One of many projects: Fencing. Fred spends most of his free time studying for his oral boards and planning out how to deer fence our property.

One of many projects: Taking apart and re-building fences. Fred spends most of his free time studying for his oral boards and planning out the best way to deer fence our property.

Exploring our pond full of frogs

Exploring our small pond full of very loud frogs

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The girls are leading us through the Oregon State pasture across the street from our house. There are two bulls who live in the next pasture. I think Penelope is making sure the bulls aren’t coming our way.

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Oregon State research ponds are a short walk from our house.

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Soap Creek

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Following the elk tracks with Tita Malia and Tristan…
Apparently, there’s a herd of about 80 elk that meanders through the valley now and then.

‘Twas the Night Before Valentine’s Day…

…and all through the house, Penelope was screaming, “MOMMEEEEEEEEE! I NEEEEEED YOU!” Shrieking, really.

Cecilia climbed up the stairs calmly asking, “What’s wrong Penelope?”

Where was I? Ok, I admit, I was kind of ignoring Penelope. I mean, she pulls the “Mommy, I need you” phrase A LOT. So at some point, there’d be a “boy who cried wolf” situation. This was it.

Penelope, absolutely hysterical, continued, “I WANT MOMMY. I NEED MOMMY!”

“Mommy…come here!” Cecilia started yelling, with some panic in her voice. That was my cue that something was actually wrong. It wasn’t just that Penelope couldn’t get the toothpaste cap off or she couldn’t reach the towel.

As I ran up the stairs, I saw Cecilia pushed up against a wall pointing at something on the bathroom floor. Meanwhile, Penelope was practically climbing into the bathroom sink, tears streaming down her face, cheeks bright red, panic and fear in her eyes.

I looked at the bathroom floor and saw something black, about two inches wide and slightly shorter than the length of my palm.

Here were my thoughts, excuse the language, but I tend to swear a lot in my head: WTF? What the hell is that? A piece of poop? A slug? How would a slug get in the house? I looked closer and saw fur and feet. Ew a mouse? No…there’s no tail. Those look like…wings?  Holy shit is that a fuckin’ bat? Why the fuck is there a dead bat on my bathroom floor?!? Now what? My kids are screaming and I’m supposed to keep calm right? Good god there’s a fucking bat on my bathroom floor!!!!

“A jar!” I said out loud.

I ran downstairs and got the biggest jar I could find, brought it back up and placed it on top of the bat. The bat wiggled. Ugh! What if it’s alive and gets out from under the jar?

“I know! A laundry basket!” I said to myself. So I put a an upside down mesh laundry basket on top of the jar. But wait, what if it starts flapping around in the laundry basket? I lifted Penelope off of the bathroom counter and closed the bathroom door. There. If the bat happens to be alive and escapes my jar-basket trap, he’ll just fly around in the bathroom until Fred gets home, I thought.

After calming down the girls and putting them to bed, I texted Fred, whose plane had just landed in Portland.

Uh. U got to get home. There’s something in the bathroom. Not sure what it is, think it’s a bat. It’s under a jar under a basket with the door closed.

You see, I don’t do well with animals that shouldn’t be in my home. Mice, rats, bats…I don’t want them in my house.

Fred got home about 2 hours later. He brought home cannolis from a pastry place in Boston’s North End, as well as a box of Voodoo Doughnuts for Valentine’s Day.

I left him a dead bat under a jar under a basket behind a closed door. Happy Valentine’s Day, dear!

 

On the Banks of Soap Creek

We moved to the country about 10 days ago. It’s beautiful and quiet here, except for the sounds of frogs and coyotes at night. Deer often graze in our back field, and there’s a bobcat that was hanging around for a while when we first moved in. I thought she had left, but yesterday afternoon, while Penelope and I were about to enjoy some quiet time on the porch swing, she spotted the bobcat running from our little pond, through our front field and into a thicket in the neighbor’s field. I hear there have been a pair of twin bobcat cubs roaming around the ‘hood too. Cute, I guess. That is life in the country!

Despite being in the sticks, we actually do have neighbors that I can see from our house. There are 4 houses behind ours, each house has a sizable amount of acreage. One neighbor and her grandson brought us chocolate chip cookies a few days ago! I met another very nice neighbor down by the mailboxes. Apparently all the neighbors have lived here for the past 20+ years and can tell us all we need to know about the Soap Creek Valley.  The couple directly behind us lives in a house built partially underground. I’m dying to get a peek of it. It reminds me of the Laura Ingalls Wilder book we are currently reading: On the Banks of Plum Creek.  Did you know that Laura, Mary, Carrie, Ma and Pa lived in a dugout during the first half of that book? That’s what I think of when I think of our neighbors behind us in their underground house, though I’m sure their roof isn’t made of sod with worms crawling in and out of it. Underground homes can be quite sophisticated these days.

Yesterday, the girls and I took a walk across the street and through the field to explore Soap Creek. We followed some tire tracks through the field.

“Mommy,” said Cecilia. “This is like On the Banks of Plum Creek! Penelope and I are Mary and Laura, and we are following Pa’s wagon tracks to go to town and go to school!”

They pretended to be Mary and Laura the entire way there and back. Ah, life in the country!

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Modern day prairie girls following the tracks…

Kickstarter: About Abigail

This is a plug for my bro, who is chasing and living his dreams by writing/directing/producing films in LA. He, along with 5 other writer-directors, is working on a really cool project called About Abigail. It’s 5 short films combined into a feature. They’re trying to raise $15,000
for this project through a crowdfunding website called Kickstarter.  Supporters can choose to back this project by pledging any amount of money.
If they don’t hit their goal, nobody
gets charged.

Kickstarter has been around for a few years
and people are using it to raise money for all kinds of projects:
movies, theater renovations, book publishing, making records, starting
businesses…mainly creatives and entrepeneurs.  People will look
through Kickstarter to find projects they’d like to help out just for
the hell of it. It’s not a scam site…it’s actually very popular these
days and started a whole new way and genre of raising money.

I encourage you to check out my brother’s Kickstarter project About Abigail. Watch the video, read the description below it describing the concept, inspiration, risks and challenges, and then choose to back the project!

Click on About Abigail to watch the video and learn more about my brother’s project.