Off spelunking

I love that word - spelunking - and I recently heard on Grammar Girl that words with k's in them have the most comedic value. I won't go into what this means for my last name, although I swear it has less comedic value than my maiden name, but I digress...

Tomorrow, we go off to explore caves, flashlights in hands, light up tennies on our feet (or on the 2 year old's feet), baby in his baby backpack, panic whistles at the ready!

DH assures me there are no bats. My toddler keeps assuring me that there MUST be bats and that we are actually going to the Batcave.

I'll return on Saturday with much to report and some book recommendations. I've made a dent in the pile. WOO!

Also, on a more somber note. Those of you who know me well, know that my little sprite of a toddler was born with a hole in her heart. We were told it would probably close immediately, but it did not. We went to see the cardiologist again today and are praising God that it is, finally, closing. I had visions of open heart surgery in my head and thought I was holding it all together till I got really quite ill before her appointment. She was a brave little girl and told us that she KNEW it was healing and that it was. WHEW!

Now, if we can just get her through the cave safely, I'll be fine. ;)

See you on Saturday, blog buddies!