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Wordless Wednesday (I lie)

There are a few words. Always.

Random Wednesday along with Wordless Wednesday. Why not make that a THiNG!

I like to use cliches. Sometimes. Like haste makes waste and the early bird gets the worm. Jack likes to A. Pretend he doesn’t know what they mean. B. Insult the cliches. Or C. Secretly covet them and use them later in his own conversations. I bet his kids will definitely be sitting on pins and needles waiting for their dad to get the lead out. Etc. haha.

Jack hates these 2 in particular. Well maybe not hates but strongly annoyed with…

1. You sound like a broken record.

Jack: Does that mean like a record from the 70s? And if it’s broken how does that even work?)

2. Kill 2 birds with one stone

Jack: what does that even mean? I don’t think anyone has ever even killed one bird with one stone.

And so on. Have you met Jack? King of the one liners? I told him he should write the one liner handbook. Each zinger would be a new chapter. It would be a very long book.

I took out the recycling today and scribbled in the bottom of a card oats box were the words “Dank Memes”. Sigh.

For the rest of the post I will go wordless 🙂




Boy Brand

Well, for those of you who are still checking my blog, ha ha, it’s been a little while since I’ve posted due to the fact that school has started, and we are just so darn busy!

Jack is now in 8th grade and really likes his teachers and his classes, yay!

So far there hasn’t been any homework drama, and the assignments haven’t been terribly difficult so that makes both of our lives a lot easier! Though they do get quite a bit of homework, more than I appreciate actually…

So, our afternoons are generally taken up by snacktime, dog time, homework time, dinner time, and a very tiny bit of downtime, after the very important shower time. 😦

Jack is at the age now where his appearance is more important than ever, though I know that will continue to ramp up for a few more years… 😬

The thing I like about Jack is that he always had his own style; he has pretty much branded himself since as far back as I can remember…. Jack has more than a dozen very cool snap back hats, with all sorts of very cool and trendy designs, and unless he’s in school, you will rarely find him without one on his head. His hair has always been on the longish side, though sometimes he gets it cut short and surprises everyone. I like him best with hair on the longer side, so he has a sort of casual skater-dude kind of look about him.

Jack can be particular about the length of his shorts the tallness of his socks and the type of shirt he wears. Everything kind of has to match. I remember back when he was two or three and he started dictating exactly what he would wear each day. I was shocked thinking I would have a few more years before I had clothing arguments with my little boy, (if at all) but there he was, telling me what he would and would not wear. I couldn’t just grab whatever and put it out for Jack to put on in the morning for school, or even for play.


Young Jack: you can’t wear long sleeves with shorts mom, and you can’t wear short sleeves with long pants. Don’t you know that they don’t go together! Everything has to match!

me: Sigh…


So began my schooling in Jack’s wardrobe choices.

Now that he’s older, I’ve seen him break the taboo rule and embrace the fashion faux pas, and wear short sleeves with jeans, or a long sleeve shirt with shorts, because frankly, when you live in Connecticut, you never know what the weather is going to be. And, the schools are so hot that you need to layer just in case you have to peel something off after gym class or before you get on the bus and suffocate.

Now, I only have to worry about Jack misplacing specific articles of clothing. And I mean … specific.

For example… He’s very much into Keith Haring, and has a few shirts with his art on them. Look out if you can’t find that specific shirt in the morning. There will be hell to pay. Mainly by me naturally. 🙂 sometimes, Jack misplaces his very special newest hat, and we have to stop everything and tear the house apart to try to find it. Usually it’s wherever he dropped it last, but sometimes he doesn’t remember where that is. And of course, over the last year or two he’s lost a few very important hats:-(

Jack needs his sneakers tied a certain way, so they are easy to get on and off, and this sometimes takes extra time but it’s part of what makes him Jack. 🙂

He recently purchased a really cool pair of Vans that he designed himself online. They are really nice! And of course they enforce the “brand” that is Jack.

I’m typing this blog, and it feels so late, but I just checked the time and it’s only 4:45 PM ha ha. That was a nice surprise 🙂

If approved, I will be able to post some

Pics of Jack’s hat collection. But, for now, here is a quick peek at his new Vans 🙂

Jack: Are they here yet? It said two days. Check the email!!

me: Ummm bad news…(I check the email and it now says two to three weeks for custom orders)

Jack: Aaarrrggghhhh! Why are they such liars!

me: Yeah not sure but that’s annoying. Sorry, we can check next week. Or in two weeks.

Jack: (next day) Hoe about now? Check your email.

me: Sigh…

Repeat each day for two and a half weeks. 🙂

Pre-teen depression (me not him)

I’ve learned that being a parent means there is always something to feel guilty about, always something to feel sad about, and always some sort of feeling of loss after every milestone has been met and your child charges headfirst into the next stage of his or her life.

And of course there are many happy times and good times and funny times, just look at the last seven years of my blog, hello! 🙂 But this is a new phase for me, one that my friends have told me they are going through or have recently gone through. It’s kind of pre-empty-nest-syndrome because your child still very much needs you in almost every way. Except, they don’t anymore.

I watched my son grow and change from a chubby little boy who was curious about everything, into a toddler that could never be told “no” when he wanted to do something, and then he grew into the little boy that had to master everything himself with as little coaching as possible (insert tantrum here if you tried to show him how to ride his bike for the first time without training wheels, for example); and now he’s this tall, handsome, amazing, mature and talented young man who I think takes his own talents for granted. He really is gifted in certain things that have just shown themselves in the last couple of years, like his cartooning, his video making skills, his wit and use of language, (though I wish he would use those powers for good instead of evil LOL), and and his ability to make people feel comfortable around him no matter what their age, or their situation. He is just generally easy to be around and very good company… especially for me and our animals 🙂

So why is it, as parents, we are so excited to get to the next phase of our child’s life, and then when we reach it, we struggle desperately to keep them there or to turn back the clock to where they just came from. I think that’s why people have two and three kids, they just want to relive those special times because once they’re gone, they are gone forever.

I didn’t have the ability to give Jack a sibling, though I really wanted to, so I have to enjoy this ride fully, and that may be why I’ve documented so much of his life on this blog, I know that it’s so special and so precious to me that I don’t want to forget a single minute.

Then and now:

Jack at 5 years old: Mommy, guess what? I invented a dump truck that pushes the sand in your sandbox and turns it into…

me: Jack, honey, hold on one sec.  Mommy’s on the phone.

Jack (not listening): And it turns the sand into magic sand so if you ever run out of sand this will fill it back up and it will be all clean like the beach sand, and not dirty like the sand in the woods that gets you all muddy because…

me: Jack hang on one sec… (I make an excuse and hang up the phone)

Jack: And its magic sand that I don’t have to worry about getting dirty and it will never ever run out! You just have to use this magic dump truck right here and it will push the magic into it and then see? You don’t have to ever worry about it again!

me: Take a breath Jack. Try to break it into breathable chunks of story. You’ll pass out if you talk that fast.


Jack at 12: What.

me: Um, just wanted to call and say good morning. How’s your day?

Jack: Good. 

me: What’d you do with dad?

Jack: Stuff. Can I go?

me: Jack you need to talk longer than 30 seconds and say more than 2 words. Geez.

Hashtag Sneaky Snorkel

Jack: Mom do we have any straws?

me: I think so, why?

Jack: The bendy kind?

me: I don’t think so…

Jack: That makes it harder.

me: What’s in that head of yours?

Jack: Can I take some to camp?

me: You’re not answering the question…

Jack: I want to give some to my friends so we can use them in the pool. Like a sneaky snorkel!

me: I don’t think camp allows things in the pool, so you’d have to really be sneaky.

Jack; You’d let me??

me: I guess… but you know the straw hole is very small and you won’t get enough oxygen and…you know…snorkels are much bigger.

Jack: That’s your mom way to try and convince me not to do something by making me think it’s my idea.

Of course I then had to look up snorkeling with a straw and found this article, and then came across THIS article about using a long hose connected to the surface air, rather than a tank, for short dives. Lol. 

If you’re short on time, the answers to both questions is NO!

What exactly goes on at camp all day?

(that’s the camp pick up line, it’s single file and goes on for days…)

I asked Jack if he wanted to do BMX bike riding tonight. He said absolutely not because he would be so tired from camp. So I asked him what exactly goes on at camp that makes you so tired? I remember the other day he said he didn’t need sunblock because they would sit around all afternoon in the shade. That doesn’t sound very tiring to me. 🙂

Me: Jack, what are you going to do at camp today that will make you so tired?

Jack: all kinds of things, it’s exhausting.

Me: you mean like swimming, archery, hiking? Stuff like that?

Jack: well, archery really doesn’t take that much effort. And we do hike a little bit in the woods, but we have to carry our backpacks so that’s kind of strenuous. And it’s really hot out, so the heat is really tiring.

Me: what about the peddle boats?

Jack: I’m not allowed to use those this week. We got in trouble for splashing our friends.

(After I got the full story from Jack and the camp counselor, the verdict was that he was actually splashing five-year-olds who were “annoying” to him)

Me: so then you must swim for a long time?

Jack: we only swim for about an hour, that’s it. And that’s usually in the morning.

Me Well then what is tiring you out?

Jack: well, I go on the tire swing, and that’s pretty tiring… (No pun intended)

Me: so what do you do, swing from one tire to another?

Jack: no, someone pushes us and then we just swing…

Me: Ummm… That doesn’t sound like it takes a lot of exertion.

Jack: like I said, it’s hot out, and the heat is very draining. So I don’t want to do BMX. Outdoor camp is actually more tiring than taekwondo camp. And if I was too tired after taekwondo camp, then I’m really too tired after this camp. Can I just chill at home?

Me: OK, let’s see how you feel after camp today…

I don’t think I’m going to win this argument, and I bet we are most likely not going to BMX tonight. Which is too bad, because I was hoping to ride tonight ha!

Though, looking at the temperature, it’s 87° right now, and probably not getting any cooler. Whew! The heat really is draining. And I’m getting very tired just by writing about it…

Socially acceptable to stalk

Everyone! That means you. If you’re looking to get your daily dose of Jack’s sh*t, follow me on Instagram @debinort. I realize I only post here maybe once a week these days, but I’m instagramming multiple times a day usually.  

So, just in case you were missing any of the stories or want a real time glimpse…head over there!

The photo on this post is also on Instagram, just to give you an idea. 🙂

This was the opening line of Jack’s call to his dad today.

Jack: Hey, yeah, so how many kills did you make? (Pause) Cool!!


See you on some other social channels hopefully!

Doesn’t “dank” mean cold and dark?

OK, I get that slang does creep into our language and words take on other meanings… 

It happens quite a bit and it even happened back in the Stone Ages haha …when cool meant something was hot and hot meant something was cool and word meant something was true and cold meant something was bad, and bad meant something was good… And so on and so forth.

But now, we have this other NEW camp incident where kids are getting in trouble, because they aren’t allowed to say the word “dank.”

Jack: oh, and by the way we’re not supposed to say dank anymore at camp. Add that to the list!

Me: why? Doesn’t dank mean cold and dark like a cave? What’s the problem?

Jack: apparently it means something else… we just say it like “dank Memes!” That doesn’t even mean anything.

Me: trust me, I know, I’ve been hearing that from you for months, along with allah Akbar. Sigh.

Jack: well, apparently it has other meanings.

(So I grab my phone and look up the word dank. Well OK so it has to do with a type of marijuana, etc., and stoners and potheads, but it also has the real meaning of cold and dark!)

Me: I still don’t see why this is a thing. If you were saying “wow I smoked some dank marijuana” or …wait maybe dank IS the marijuana… (?) anyway I don’t think you’re using it in a context that is bad.

Jack: tell that to the counselors.

Me: well just do what they tell you and don’t say it, keep your head down, and be good.

Jack: Mom, I don’t have that camp this week. I’m going to taekwondo camp remember?

Me: Is that where I’m bringing you? (I look around to make sure I’m going in the right direction on the highway…)

I can barely keep the camps straight, ha ha at least I was heading in the right direction towards taekwondo camp. 

Happy Monday!