We lost Superman!

We had a showing late Friday afternoon which means we went into battle mode early Friday morning against the dust, dirt, and dog hair (DDH) that was attacking our home. The DDH didn’t know what hit it when I fueled up on 3 cups of coffee and started defending against it with the help of a few allies named Hoover & Shark. Victory was mine, I mean ours!! We won the battle against this week’s force of DDH but, unfortunately, we did lose a hero, a super hero that is, we lost Superman!

I am honesty not sure what happened to him.  Everything was happening so fast and before I knew it it was time for us to get out of the house before the realtor and our potential buyers showed.  I might have tossed him into a random toy bin, or in a laundry basket, or, and this kills me to say, I might have “accidentally” tossed him in the trash? I don’t know what happened to him, it was all such a blur.

So, in order to save face in front of our son here goes, as last-ditch effort to try to make things right (in case I did do something to poor Superman, and no, that is by no means a confession) and hopefully locate our lost super hero I am placing the following in our home.

Have You Seen ME?


Name: Clark Kent a.k.a. Superman

Color: Red and blue with a large S on the chest, red cape, and red boots.

Gender: Well? Not anatomically correct, but for all intents and purposes, we will say Male.

Height: 4 inches

Lost date: Friday

Location last seen: Kitchen. No!! Bedroom? No!! Family Room, he thinks? (Our son has no idea where he played with it last; I can’t say this comes as a surprise).

Reward: Our son, who is 4 years old, has offered a $2 reward for anyone who locates his action hero.  (The comment that followed was, “Mom, have you seen my wallet? I have the $2 in it.”)


Additional Comments: Our son exclaimed that it is hard to protect the city from Barbie attacks and animal attacks (our Labrador and cat) without he entire team. He is really super because he can fly.  I need him back please.

“The team” looks distraught without Superman

Update: My husband and I helped him search his room today and we came up empty-handed. I really started to feel bad about possibly having thrown away Superman. Then, just seconds ago, while I was putting a few random toys back I noticed a red cape sticking out from our toddler’s toy.  Superman was literally kidnapped, or napped by a kid!! YES!! Mommy is off the hook!

Have you ever accidentally thrown away a child’s toy? Have you ever deliberately thrown away a child’s toy (this is a judgment free zone)? 


Crazy Weekend Part I of II: Native Sons and Daughters go to Camp Miakonda & House Showing

This weekend has been crazy to say the least; it has been full of love, laughter, lack of sleep, and reflection.
It started off Friday Night with my hubby and daughter leaving for their first camping excursion with Native Sons and Daughters Program.

Our Daughter striking a pose before she leaves for camp, she was so excited!!

The NATIVE SONS AND DAUGHTERS PROGRAMS is a program that emphasizes the vital role that parents play in the growth and development of their children. The original program, which was the one I attended with my father and my husband attended with his father was sons/daughters learning directly from their father which was patterned from the tradition of some North American Indian cultural groups. (It has since expanded to also include moms and their child. I personally liked the original concept, it was nice for a child to have a special program that they did with their fathers but things change). The program seeks to strengthen the foundations for a positive lifelong relationship between parent and child that is mutually beneficial and satisfying. The program is designed for the elementary school aged child with the recommended age of five or above. Activities are kept brief, varied, and visually interesting to retain the short attention span of young children.

They stayed at Camp Miakonda at the DeVilbiss Scout Reservation, a 160 acres resident-type facility; it is the 6th oldest camp in the United States (just figured I add an interesting fact). So they left Friday evening and they were both so excited, it filled my heart with pure joy. I always knew my hubby would make an excellent father but seeing him in the moment, exuding enthusiasm to be going camping with our daughter brought a tear to my eye. It makes me happy and reassured to see the relationship they are building.

Necklace she made at camp. She chose the name Little Flower. Daddy is still on the fence regarding his native sons and daughters name.
Bracelet she made at camp.

I am glad there is a program like this and I hope more fathers take the initiative to participate in this program. When a relationship is not nurtured or when a father is not in a child’s life the outcome can be alarming, the statistics speak for themselves( I included a few below).
-Boys and girls without involved fathers are twice as likely to drop out of school, twice as likely to abuse
alcohol or drugs, twice as likely to end up in jail, and two to three times more likely to need help for emotional or behavioral problems.

-Teen girls who don’t have a father in their life are two times more likely to initiate sexual activity early and are seven times more likely to get pregnant compared to girls with fathers present.

-Teen girls who have a higher quality relationship with their fathers are less likely to initiate sexual activity compared to those who report a lower quality relationship with their fathers.


I always put on my Sunday best when I clean the house (ha-ha). Don’t you? I mean the toilet really appreciates when you put forth an effort when it comes to your appearance, although, don’t expect the same in return. Why do ‘they’ always miss? It is a huge bowl for crying out loud!!! Aim and fire!

So, while our campers camped I scrubbed toilets, floors, walls (Why does everyone think they need to hold up the walls, they are fine, I appreciate the concern but get your greasy paws off my walls!!!), ceilings (Really!?! How do they get marinara sauce on the ceiling?), vacuumed, dusted, and took down the Christmas Lights (I know it is February…I had been meaning to get to it…and I did. It could have been worse, it could be July) for a showing.

More like what isn’t???

Oh, and I also played get the cat in the cat carrier, fun game, she runs around the house hiding and I try to find her (this is the worst game to play a ½ before a showing). During the showing I took the kiddos to my parents’ house. Then went back to my house for quiet time (much-needed) and then packed up to spend the night at my parents.

Crazy Weekend Part II of II : Who says you can’t go home again? That is where you find The Way

To be Continued.  I will leave you with a few more funny retro mama quotes.

I wish!

Spaghetti sauce on the floor, walls, and ceiling!!!!
My words exactly, I would rather be spending time with my children.