A summer full of funnies, undocumented

So I have clearly been neglecting this blog and I know that's been a great disappointment for the two or three of you that actually read it. I know, I know, I'm a disappointment even to myself. I know of several mommies whose baby books and scrapbooks are filled with daily accounts of first smiles, first laughs, first words, biggest burps and loudest farts, but I'm really just not that kind of mom. That's not to say that I don't cherish every moment with my children, but it's just not in my nature to be cutesy or curlicued, mushy or gushing. I'm sure that at some point down the road, I'll be kicking myself for not recording more memories, but for now, I'm just really bummed that I haven't kept track of the hil-fricking-arious things that my kids have said and done in the past few months because someday I might write a book and make a buck or two off of it. So I'm raising my hand and taking my solemn mommy oath to fully exploit my children's antics and exclamations for your reading pleasure on a much more regular basis. I'm going to reach into the corners of my mind and pull out some of this summer's classic gems and make a mental note to jot down the new ones.

Here's a doozy to hold you over while I'm thinking:

This summer my ever-so-precocious daughter attended Vacation Bible School, which I know is hard for most of you to believe, but bear with me. After only a few days, I found myself the mother of a newly energized convert who would randomly shout out goodies like "Praise His name" at the dinner table. Being the inquisitive tot that she is, she had a plethora of questions about just who was this Jesus guy, where does he live, and what does he do. The best I could do off the top of my head as to the question of Jesus' whereabouts (and this came after a long and trying string of really hard questions coming from a three-year-old, so cut me some slack) was "in the sky, honey, he lives in the sky."

Apparently, the image of the dude who can walk in the air (kind of like an airplane, she asked) stuck with her. Every once in a while when helping me put her brother down for a nap or for the evening, she'll lovingly pat his head and in a sing-songy voice reassure him "Jesus is in the sky. I love you, night night."

Last week after sending baby brother off to the Land of Nod with the usual benediction, my little philosopher looked at me quite seriously and said (and this is a direct quote here, no exaggeration), "Jesus rhymes with Chuck E. Cheese's."

Well, yes, honey, it certainly does and bravo to you for being so adept with a language concept well beyond the expected skill level for your age and so creative to boot.

See, it was worth the wait, wasn't it?