Welcome to Clickery, a weekly feature where we share things we like because maybe you’ll like them too. (We missed Clickery this year and are glad to be back!)

Breanne’s Links

Bookmarked for a point in my life when I have more time to sew: A DIY Map Quilt Pattern for Minneapolis from Purl Soho.  Wouldn’t it be fun to personalize it with your favorite places? If Minneapolis isn’t your thing, they have a bunch of other major cities (i.e. cities as important as MINNEAPOLIS).

My neighbor is doing a Kickstarter campaign for his amazing laser cut wooden construction toys. So intricate, and they actually work! Help him get started and get a one-of-a-kind toy in time for Christmas.

I’m not a big pinner of kid craft and activities, but this post was right up my alley: Outside with Kids: 15 ways to play with nature via Apartment Therapy.

“I filed for divorce.  After just over 20 months of marriage.”  The dissolution of a marriage, beautifully written, by Bee’s former preschool teacher.  And beautifully titled “Divorce Pickles.” Because when your marriage falls apart, you make pickles. Right on.

Jen’s Links

My mom friends and I can’t stop talking and thinking about this one: The Default Parent. Not that we didn’t know it, but her description is so lucid, funny, and full of just the right details it made us think again about parenting roles and how we not only accept but perpetuate our status as default parents.

“Are you the default parent? If you have to think about it, you’re not.”

HAHAHAHA. Also, #truth. I also like how she states it’s not necessarily a bad thing, and maybe even necessary. The point is it just IS and that needs to be acknowledged.

And while we were at her awesome blog reading the Default Parent, my friends-similar-in-age-and-life-stage and I cracked up about this one too: The Modern Midlife Crisis. Think cracked teeth and going to Field Day in your 40s. And lamps.

I also liked this post by TIME magazine about the most influential toys of all time. A nice stroll down memory lane. (My Cabbage Patch’s name was Rockwell Edison and he was a preemie. Hmm.) It also helps as I consider which of my boys’ ten kajabillion toys to force them to part with.