I may be growing up…

On Saturday my hubby and I were able to host my sister-in-law et famille (Nan, Don, William (7), and Jackson (5)), and my sister et famille (Mari Alice, Mark, Mariah (6), and Ada (3)). It was a very good time.

What was really cool was there I was, playing house — cooking for a big group of people in my home (that I’d rapidly cleaned that morning, making it actually feel like a home). It’s been awhile since I hosted at all and this was the first time in the home that Phil and I have established together. It felt so grown-up! Both Phil and I are always being fed by our gracious big sisters, so it was nice to return the favour, though our efforts were only a drop in the bucket compared to what these wonderful women do for us. I have a deeper appreciation for them now too — I was so tired Saturday night!

It’s scary to become domesticated — I’m cooking, entertaining, decorating. Eeek! If I wasn’t so afraid of jail, I might be in danger of becoming the next Martha Stewart.

Keillor’s troubles

Our cat Keillor (yep, it’s official, Phil signed the adoption papers just last week, and Keillor has even chosen to take Phil’s last name) had a disturbing trip to the vet yesterday. She’s been having some problems over the past week (let’s just say you wouldn’t want her to sit on your lap after she’s been to the litter box…). We were worried because in addition to having a perpetually dirty bum she was behaving strangely. I was already having visions of sending her off to Steve’s Clinic for Pet Euthanasia. Thankfully, she merely has an infection because she is (as the vet put it), “not agile enough” to clean herself properly. Translation, she is too chubby to reach her bum (I feel better now about the fact that she licks me…)

To correct this problem Keillor has antiobiotics to take, which Phil has successfully been administering (in addition to being a very good house husband, he’s now becoming a very wonderful pet nurse). The vet shaved her bottom (she’s very embarrassed about it, don’t tease her), and we will now have to clean her butt everyday ourselves. Yep, we have to wipe our cat’s bum for her. We bought baby wipes yesterday.

Get well soon cards can be sent to Keillor McGrath c/o Phil and Heather, 5A-69 Brooklyne Road, Cambridge, ON N1R 1C6.

I can’t believe I’m doing this!

Well, inspired by my brother-in-law, I’ve decided to try this whole “blogging” thing. I am an on-again, off-again journaller (is that a word?), and would like to attempt this method of archiving my thoughts, as random and unimportant as they might be. No one HAS to read it!

I won’t write everyday I’m sure, and I will try to keep it interesting, fun, and engaging. My life isn’t all that exciting, so I will be throwing out some of the things about life, the world, and our Christian walk that I wonder about from time to time (and you are all encouraged to set me straight). So, for those of you who are interested, bookmark my blog and come back every once in awhile. For those of you who don’t have time to spare reading one more thing online, don’t worry, when I see you in person I won’t make reference to something I’ve blogged with the expectation that you are a faithful visitor.

Let me know what you think!