Madmartigan, 3 Years Old

Sir Madmartigan

A photo posted by Michelle Vaughn (@wolfpeople) on Nov 20, 2016 at 1:41pm PST

About Mads, 3 Years & 4 Months Old:

• Mads knows the difference between "right" and "left."
• Mads, under the influence of his cousin Ella, has started taunting in a sing-song, "na na na naa naa."
• Mads calls Bojangles "Bonejangles."
• Mads says, "Mommy called me Damn It!"
• On the ride to work one day, Mads tells me a little girl he saw is his friend. Then, without prompting, he sililoquies: "She is my best friend. She is my sweetheart. I wrap her in a blanket, and I kiss her." He also frequently puts his little hand on my face and tells me, "You're my sweetheart, Mommy," or, "You're so cute, Mommy."
• Mads says "awesome!"
• If I call him beautiful or handsome, he corrects, "No, Mommy, I'm cool."
• Martigan's favorite books this month: Creepy Carrots! by Aaron Reynolds & Peter Brown, Hey That's My Monster by Amanda Noll & Howard McWilliam, Janine by Maryann Cocca-Leffler
• Martigan's favorite movie/show this month: Justin Time and Justin Time Go

This little Radio Flyer tricycle appeared under our tree two Christmases ago. It's taken Mads this long to figure out how to pedal it, though we've been working on pedaling this whole time, on and off. He's so proud of this new skill, so triumphant. I'm reminded once again to trust his pace. He'll figure things out. #madmartigan #sonshine #3yearsold

A photo posted by Michelle Vaughn (@wolfpeople) on Nov 29, 2016 at 7:16am PST

Caught Mads eating chocolate chip waffles in bed, and it was so funny I couldn't really be mad. Also, he's sick so he gets a free pass, right? #momfail

A photo posted by Michelle Vaughn (@wolfpeople) on Dec 8, 2016 at 1:36pm PST

RenFaire Daze

Parked outside the village gates was a detailed replica of the Back to the Future DeLorean by Razorfly Studios.

A few photos taken by our friend, Nikki.

Photo Journal, no. 7 | To the Renaissance and Back

1. Wolfman, in chainmail.
2. Clif Bar, Knitting, Horn flagon, Faire address: Ready for a long drive.
3. Spider, hiding on a sheep skin rug.
5. Late lunch: Cider, turkey leg, and sausage on a stick.
6. Boss Wench, my new future band name.
9. When we see the camel, I say, “Oh, look how pretty it is,” at the same time Wolfman says, “What an ugly beast.”
11. Leather Mystiques, of Oregon, where Wolfman purchased his piebald gauntlets.
12. Scottish babies.
14. “Creaking above thy very head hang the silent corpses of Henry’s dead.”
17. A boy draws what Wolfman recognizes as the Nine Realms in the dirt.
18. “Poke a dead man with a stick!”

If I can’t write about it, it must have been fun. That is the rule of my life and writing habits. Let me just say this, we did not want to leave. I envisioned an RV with a couple goats tethered to it, and a life for us as traveling craftsmen of some sort. Leather? Metal work? Corset fitting? Weaving? Something, something creative and with our hands, and traveling from Renaissance Faire to Renaissance Faire across the country. Wolfman says, “We’d be poor,” to which I respond, “But we’d be happy. (And we're already poor.)”

Now, to learn some craft.