Hello, my name is Kaleesha. I once blogged, and exercised, and could go for days on an incredibly small amount of sleep and still keep a smile on my face.
Obviously, that is no longer the case.
Still, I feel a heavy responsibility to try to play catch-up and account for all that has gone on in the Thompson household the past month or so. Frankly, it is overwhelming enough living it, so trying to recount it in a respectable amount of detail would probably just send me over the edge. Allow me, instead, to introduce you to the major changes and additions that have taken place in our little family…
1. My husband is now a pastor. That makes me a pastor’s wife (this really freaks me out; really). Our kids are now “PK’s.” I cannot tell you how all of a sudden this has hit me…like a ton of bricks. Wayland is walking where God has called him and is so thankful and happy to be living out his purpose. It has been an extremely busy and crazy month, and we are far from settling into a routine, but we are taking it one day at a time. I’m so thankful and truly proud of my husband for taking this step of faith and following where the Lord was leading. God is good; Faithful; Mighty and Able. I still stand in amazement of how He chooses us to be part of His story.
2. My daughter’s prayers were answered on Christmas morning when she received a Wheaten Terrier (also known as a dog) (oh yes, you read that correctly) named Ruby. Truth be known, only God could have changed my heart on this subject (which is what Anna and Wayland had prayed for the past year or so) and I’m happy to say that I am living in peace and even…(dare I say it?)…joy!, with our newest addition to the family. She has been absolutely perfect, and watching my family receive such pleasure from her presence has caused this “not a dog person,” to soften quite a bit.
She actually ended up in my lap weeping and saying “thank you” over and over, which caused me to cry as well. Needless to say there were a lot of “Thank you’s,” and “I love you’s,” and “I’m so happy’s” going on in between sniffling and sobbing. I was reminded of the scripture in Matthew 7:11 that says, “If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” I thought of how I felt in that moment with Anna in my lap, having received an answer to a long prayed prayer, and then I thought of how many times God has bestowed this kind of love on me and I don’t remember crawling up in His lap like a child would to thank Him and express my love so freely. I’m still pondering this…
Of course, more happened on Christmas morning than introducing Ruby…The day after Christmas a bona fide blizzard blew in. It left our home looking like this…
3. Two days later my oldest had his tonsils removed. He spent two full weeks (his entire break and more) in a good amount of misery. I made him soup, and jello, and pudding and bought him popsicles and ice cream, but all he wanted was water and he lost 14 lbs. This does not sit well with his football coaches. He is now on a mission to eat us out of house and home trying to regain his original weight and more. It’s not really working. I, on the other hand, have gained 5 lbs just watching him eat.
4. Granny came to visit. We had a lovely time, although the majority of it was spent inside the house bundled up from the snow and cold, which is not her favorite. She did venture out one afternoon for some sledding. (Her first, and possibly last time). I’m not sure how we don’t have a picture of that. It’s shameful, really.
5. On New Year’s Day, we won a grand prize.
(I just noticed that says actutal not actual. Very intertesting!)
On January 1st, we had 52 Free Chick-fil-A meals. I think we have 38 left. I have a feeling this isn’t going to last the year…
6. My baby turned seven years old earlier this month. Seven doesn’t sound like a baby. To celebrate, we (and by we, I really mean I, because in all fairness, it was my great idea) allowed him to invite five other boys to our modest home for an epic Nerf battle, pizza making, cake-eating, duct-tape creating, blanket tent building, Star Wars watching sleepover. Several times during this party that seemed to last an eternity, Wayland looked at me like, “It was YOUR idea!” And I looked back at him like, “Yeah, I remember that dear husband. Why didn’t you put your foot down and forbid this idea?” Still, we survived and the house was left standing, which is more than I can say for myself.
7. Eight days later, Philip celebrated his 14th birthday. This was the same week that I had to take him to the high school for a meeting on preparing his schedule for next year, when he will actually be. at. the. high. school! And that, my friends, is another reason that I feel every single gray hair popping up all over my head. Philip’s birthday wish was to sleep in, and so at 11:50am, I finally woke him up with the threat of his siblings and parents eating all the donuts before he got even one. He reluctantly rolled out of bed as we serenaded him with “Happy Birthday to you!” (He used to get more excited about birthdays; before things like sleep took priority).
By 7:30pm he was finally fully awake and able to join his father and older brother for Nate’s birthday dinner (promised to him a full six and a half months earlier). Nate was gracious enough to share his birthday dinner with Philip and celebrate it on his younger brother’s special day. It’s just how we roll in the Thompson household. They were all satisfied, because they went to Fogo De Chao, an authentic Brazilian steakhouse where the meat just keeps coming as long as your “green light” card is up at your table. I’m pretty sure those three Thompson men committed the sin of gluttony this past weekend. At one point Wayland texted me and said, “Philip is staring at a flower arrangement because if he sees any more food, he will vomit.”
8. Speaking of vomiting (seriously, you can’t make this stuff up), since I began this post, another guest has made its way into our house. (Albeit an unwanted one). Yes, the stomach flu seems to have made an appearance, so that’s my cue to wrap things up here.
Never a dull moment and I wouldn’t trade it for a minute.