Life Keeps Moving On...

This week has been so much better than last week. Most of it was spent organizing, sorting, and rearranging the apartment. It didn't take much before my lower back was about ready to go on strike, and there were times when I wondered if I had just popped a hernia, but working on the house was extremely refreshing on an emotional level. Thankfully for me, I have some amazing brothers and sisters-in-law who came over and helped me with all the heavy lifting. I felt a bit like a bum having them do pretty much everything while I stood there directing traffic, but I could still move at the end of the day, and my little home looks amazing now. :) All Jeremy's painting stuff is up in the attic now, and we traded bedrooms with Reuben to boot. I didn't realize just how much room we had before now - our apartment feels huge! (I'm just sorry I didn't take pictures before the move)

Reuben's new bedroom

Our New Bedroom

Reuben's been having a hard time sleeping through the night lately, and last night was one of the worst. He woke up so sad and miserable and wouldn't eat hardly a thing for breakfast. Not sure what was up, but knowing he wasn't feeling well, I gave him some baby motrin and he returned to his usual self again until the medicine wore off.

We spent the day at Grandma's house doing laundry, and while we were over there Grandma clued me in that Reuben has been acting exactly like his Daddy did as a baby every time he got an ear infection. It all makes sense now. Then I realized later that he's had a runny nose and has had unexplained "off days" more and more over the past 3-5 weeks, and about 5 weeks ago I started giving him a little bottle of cows milk with breakfast every morning. I knew we have a family history of milk intolerance, but for some reason I didn't stay alert to adverse affects. He was so miserable all day, and though he settled down and was reasonably content once we got home again, he was burning up when I put him in bed. This is the sickest he's been since he was born. I've seen my siblings like this countless times, I know it's just a simple childhood illness that otherwise perfectly healthy little boys always live through just fine...but it's still so scary and nerve wracking.

The brightest spot in his whole day today was playing on Grandpa's pool table. He's finally learned how to roll the balls instead of throwing them, and they even stay on the table most of the time now too. He was perfectly entertained up there for at least a half hour, I'm pretty sure it was longer than that.