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Monday Listicles

What happened to Listicles??!

I know that must be the number one question in the nation this week. And frankly there is no simple answer either. In fact even I don’t know for sure. But let me try to explain.

This week was spring break. I decided on a whim to take the boys camping in Utah and we left Saturday morning. I wrote the post ahead of time and scheduled it to be published at it’s regular slot. Why it never posted is anyone’s guess. I could blame it on word press or linky tools or bad karma but let’s not go there. Luckily come Sunday evening as we checked in at the temporary lodging near Salt Lake City I realized the error. Unlucky for me I do not know the password for my blog by heart because after I had it hacked a few years ago I change it often and it is longer then anaconda. Lucky for me I save passwords of websites I use often on my iPad and get signed in automatically. Unlucky for me Julian used iPad on the 8 hour drive that day and the battery was dead. Luckily we were in a hotel room that night and there was no shortage of sockets. Unluckily although I could have sworn I packed the plug for my charger I could not find it anywhere.

But not all was lost. I had car chargers galore so as soon as we hit the road the next morning I would charge the iPad, stop at Starbucks, use the wi-fi and check why listicles didn’t post. Except the front dashboard socket was occupied by the DVD player and I was not about to cut the kid off onboard entertainment for the duration of the 6 hour drive. Luckily there is another outlet in the trunk of my minivan so I plugged the iPad in and placed it carefully into the storage, padding it with my scarf and towel so it stays there as it chrages. Unlucky for me Bruce sat by the iPad and it seems he found his own way to be entertained on the long drive to Moab.

In conclusion: my dog ate the listicles.

Appart from not posting what would have been 144 listicle in the row, loosing my beloved iPad to Bruce and driving all the way to the desert for spring break only to be snowed on every night which caused our tent to bend and break we had a fantastic time and I cannot wait to tell you all about it. And in case you were wondering I did find the plug for my charger as I unpacked my backpack today…

Thank you again Cathy for a great idea for the listicle last week. Here is my contribution. Feel free to link yours even if it is a week late. And please forgive me for missing the first ever listicle since I started this nearly 3 years ago.

Next week:

10 THINGS SPRING

 
Make a list, check it twice, link it up. Read others. Have fun!

 

10 THINGS I WOULD DO OVER AS A PARENT

1. Say NO more.

2. Worry less.

3. Laugh more.

4. Nag less.

5. Follow through with threats more.

6. Loose my marbles less.

7. Support more.

8. Agree less.

9. Praise more.

10. Insist on him learning to tie his shoe laces. At least before he goes to college.



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Mightee kids

Let us start with a disclaimer: This is not a sponsored post.

Sometimes I run into incredible things. Simple, yet life changing things. I see the potential, I get involved and I feel an overwhelming need to share it with the world.

I have openly spoken before about my difficulties with being charitable. Over years I supported causes I was passionate about only to realize that I had a lot of reservations about how the business of helping was being run. Recently I broke off my long standing monthly contribution to a major charity organization because they kept sending me elaborate mail. I felt like they are pouring all the money I send them into postage and printing and not the children that needed help. Yet I really want to help. And more importantly I want my son to grow up being kind, compassionate and willing to help.

And then Mightee kids came along. To say that I love this company and what they stand for is an understatement. The plan is simple: every month they design a cute T-shirt with a certain cause in mind, send it to your child along with a lovely card that helps you explain what that particular charity stands for. From every T-shirt sold $5 goes to that cause. They bring awareness to many smaller, unknown charities which have great impact to less fortunate children around the world. Not to mention the shirts are beyond adorable too!

I am sure you will all agree it is a great idea. But what really struck a cord with me was Little J’s response to the first T-shirt we received. He was eager to discuss autism after I read him the card and explained how the T-shirt we bought will help other children. He wore it proudly and talked about how he helped someone at his show and tell in Preschool. He even offered to pitch in for next month’s T-shirt! And because it is something he will wear often it is a great reminder in his life how he too can make a difference in this world.

As you probably gathered by now I am bias. I think this is a perfect gift for your child, for your child’s friends and to take to the next baby shower you are invited to. It is a gift that will keep giving. So it really is a gift for you. Because nothing feels as good as doing good.

For all you rushing over to Mightee Kids website I have a little surprise! They gave me a code for free shipping to share with you during the month of May for your first tee.

Enter northwestmommy at the checkout.

Now go and be Mightee!

For all you eager to share this great cause you can stay in touch with Mightee kids on Facebook and Instagram too.

Beware: being Mightee is known to cause extreme happiness! As shown here:

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Just like me

As you all know I grew up with my grandparents.

On the weekends they often had their friends over, Mr. and Mrs. Kavcic. My grandma used to work with the lady and her husband was a farmer. Good, honest people. They usually arrived after dinner and I would sit at the table while they had coffee and played catch up. I loved eavesdropping on their discussions about politics and economy. Then I would say my goodnights and be send to bed. The game of cards was about to begin.

They would play tarok. It is a very interactive and competitive game and because teams are made up differently each time the banter between players is brilliant. It was at least in our house. I used to sneak out of bed, walk across the long hallway of our old apartment and hide behind the closed kitchen door. And listen. They were so funny and full of life. Not the kind of people I knew, serious and old-fashioned, with strict rules and all around adult and responsible behavior. They laughed and shouted, they teased each other and banged on the table as cards fell down on the antique wood.

It was a very rare time for me to peak into lives of my parents. Sure I lived with them and after my grandfather retired when I was six the three of us were always together. But it was old school parenting. They never played with me tea parties or did crafts. I followed my grandpa around doing things he did or liked. I played by myself. Or went outside to the playground and played with other children. It was different. And sometimes I think that it might have been better.

I often wonder if my son really thinks of me as an adult. Sure he says I am old, a lot. But does he understand the difference between adults and children? Like the other day when he said to me we should punish daddy for being late. Or ignoring my plea to put his socks on for the 13th time. Was I like that? I doubt I would have gotten away with it.

A few weeks ago my husband invited his colleague and old friend whom he has not seen in years over for dinner while he was visiting town. It was close to Little J’s bed time so after we ate I excused us and went upstairs to get him ready for the night. He brushed his teeth and put his PJ’s on and I asked if he wants to go down to say good bye to Daddy’s friend.

From the top of the stairs I heard him say:

“It was nice meeting you. Hope you come back to visit us soon. Good night.”

He pinched some popcorn and came back up. I tucked him in and kissed him good night.

I think my grandpa would be proud.

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