3 Months

Baby Boy, today you are 3 months old.
No longer a newborn - simply a baby, although much more to me.
You still don't want to miss a thing, refusing to rest your head even for a moment on my shoulder.  A snuggler, you are most certainly not, so I have to take advantage of times you have fallen asleep and your sweet baby squish can be held close.  
I love the way your big bright eyes examine everything, and can now find me across the room.
You love to kick off your socks and you prefer to keep your toes curled up unless Dada is kissing them, and then you wrap them around his nose. 
You are still blinking up at us through those beautiful, light eyes, which seem to be a light brown in the center before spanning out into a mixture of gray and blue.  My eyes are similar, only green instead of your gray-blue mix, as are your great grandmother's, so maybe you will keep your color.
You are such a happy baby, only really crying when you are tired and cannot get yourself to sleep.
You love conversations, and will grace anyone who starts one with an enormous smile and lots of cooing.
This month began teething, which means lots of gnawing and drooling.  Luckily, you've also found your hands, and not only are you fascinated by them, but they provide a perfect teether for you since you cannot yet manipulate objects.
At the beginning of the month, you began batting at the toys hanging above you on your play mat, and by the second half, you were getting a grasp on them.
You want to sit up so badly, pulling yourself forward with your little ab muscles whenever reclined.  I think you're going to be a mover and a shaker.
I can't wait to see what you will surprise us with next month.


Oh, my boy.  My sweet, sweet boy.
So kindhearted.  Considerate.  Caring.
To tell the truth, I'm a little jealous of you.
Of what a wonderful person you are.
Of how you always think to include everyone and how your love knows no conditions.  Despite injustices or wrongdoings, you love anyway.  At 6 years old, you are more Christ-like than I can ever hope to be.
The level of empathy you display astounds me.  It always has.  Ever since you were one and would cry at Twinkle Twinkle Little Star because it sounded so sad.
The way you care for your baby brother is nothing short of amazing.  You are like a miniature father to him, and I couldn't be more grateful for what a wonderful role model you are.
Lately you've been dealing with so much.  It must be so hard to learn to share the attention of your parents.  It must be so hard to watch Mom nursing the baby and feeling like he's getting all the snuggles.  To look at your parents eyes while they are gazing at your baby brother with so much love.  To find that your usual spot in their bed is sometimes taken by this new little person in your family.
But sweet boy, let me tell you.  You will always be my baby.  I will always love you Alll The Mosttt!!  I will always have snuggles for you, and I will always give you baby kisses and get all that sugar.
I cherish our evenings together, reading a story in your bed.  I revel in the fact that you love reading as much as I, and that we are into chapter books now.  I'm just waiting for the day you are ready for Harry Potter and hoping you fall in love with it and I can take you to The Wizarding World, just you and I.
I'm grateful that you have such a wonderful father, and that you and he are becoming the best of friends during this time of transition.  I've watched your bond increase tenfold since the new baby has arrived.  I know how much you look forward to "guy time," and even though that means I'm not included, it warms my heart to think of the memories you are making with Dad - something some kids never get that.
Oh, Bent. Mommy's little Goose.  I love you more than you will ever know.


When the boys are grown, and off to make their way in the world, I want to remember these moments.
I want to remember the evenings, and how Bent would play PBS Kids on the laptop while Baby took his last nap of the day.
I want to remember their sweet little hands in the evening light; Bent's clicking away on the mouse, and Baby's relaxed while he snoozes in his crib.
One day, when I'm making dinner for just Hubby and myself in the quiet stillness of our home, I will think back on these evenings and my sweet boys, wishing I could kiss their soft, puffy cheeks and hold their little hands once more.

Nice to Meet Ya

Contact us at thewildfolkco@yahoo.com

I'm Melinda. Mel to most, Mom to two.  I have one Hubby, one stepson, and two sons.
Did ya catch that?
Not a girl in sight.  I'm it.  The lone wolf in the midst of WWE, NASCAR, Monster trucks, football, and r/c cars.  No barbie dolls for miles. Sigh...

If you're looking for preschool and kindergarten activities to do with your little one, I'm pretty sure you won't click away from here empty handed.

This space has now become a catch-all for my life.  
What you will find here:

Recipes I've tried and don't want to forget.
Crafts I've done and want to share.
My parental wins and failures. 
Places we've visited around Central Florida.
And my musings about life.

What you won't find here:

Consistency - it's just not me.  I like to change things up.  A lot.  

Things about me that never change:

I love, love, love being a Mom and feel like that was my calling in life.  My mission is to prepare my children - not for how to get ahead in the world - but to stay true to themselves and continue to be good people despite what the world may throw at them.

I love, love, love my husband and will always choose him first.

I struggle everyday to find the good in people, push ego aside, and be in the world but not of it.

I have done and said things in my life that I regret and am ashamed of, but I believe that everyday is a chance to start over and live a better life.

I always, always cry when reading The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein, and when listening to this:
Lead Me by Sanctus Real on Grooveshark

I always try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and love playing devil's advocate (maybe because I really want to believe that everyone is inherently good) and I get super bummed and take it personally if I find out I'm wrong.

I try not to take life too seriously, and like to find fun wherever I can.

Still Jonesin' for more about our little fam?  CLICK HERE to read more about each of us.

Easy Oreo Truffles

oreo truffle recipe
My aunt gave me the recipe for these OREO truffles a few years ago, and I've made them every year around the holidays since.  With the new baby this year, I sort of forgot about these little gems (and really any treat baking for that matter) until one day when we were riding in the car and Little Guy said, "Oh Mom!  Don't forget to make your truffles!  It's tradition."


I hadn't quite thought about them like that, but looking back, I remember always having certain treats (fudge, chocolate covered pretzels, and butterscotch haystacks) every year as a child and how I thought of them as tradition.  Now it seemed Little Guy was beginning to think of the treats I made as tradition, so I certainly couldn't let him down.  And they're super easy and only take 3 ingredients so there was definitely no excuse.

All you need to make them is:

1 pack of OREOs
1 box of cream cheese
1 bag of semisweet chocolate chips (or any chocolate of your choice)


Crush OREOs in food processor until consistency shown above.  
Add cream cheese and process until mixture forms a thick paste.
Roll mixture into 1 inch balls and place on a parchment paper lined tray.
Once all mixture is rolled into balls, place tray into fridge to cool.
Melt chocolate.
Coat 1 inch balls in the melted chocolate and place on parchment paper lined tray.
Allow to chocolate to harden undisturbed. 
**Note:  If you place the tray back into the fridge for the chocolate to harden, the truffles will have to remain refrigerated.  

oreo truffles

**Do you have any traditional treats in your family?

Month 2

2 months can't have gone by already.  It seems like we were just welcoming you into the world, and here you are - already giving us sweet baby smiles.
Your thighs are filling up with baby squish, and your arms are becoming your greatest force for discovering.
You love to bat at the toys on your play gym, and you are fascinated by your hands.
You no longer want to be cradled unless you are asleep - there is far too much to see to have your gaze aimed at the ceiling.
You are becoming a mover and shaker, air-swimming much of the day, and it's time to start strapping you in.  Already!  It's so hard to believe.
You celebrated your first Christmas and were loved on by so many.
You had your first official bath (in a bath tub) and didn't cry once.
Our love for your grows stronger and stronger everyday - if that's even possible.
My sweet boy.
My baby.
I love you so.


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