Recently as I looked at the Cheerios strewn across the floor of my apartment I thought about how the mess I have to clean up has changed over the past 10 months. For a long time I couldn't go a day without changing my clothes multiple times because of the constant vomit that would land on my shirt. There would be milky vomit on my clothes (sometimes pants and shirt), couch, bed, carpet, and so on. With two babies, there was double the amount of vomit that I had to clean up.
Soon that passed and they began to eat solid food. The mess generally was limited to a 1 yard radius around where they ate. Well, now they are mostly mobile (Luke can crawl forwards now! Thomas is getting there.) the mess just spreads and spreads. I feel like my apartment is trashed just 15 minutes after I let them loose. Cheerios or Fruit-loops scattered across the floor, toys and books all over the place, and peanut butter smeared into our clothing. (After snack time today, Rob now has peanut butter smudges on his suit pants which have to be dry-cleaned.) It is a constant battle to keep my apartment looking presentable. But, this is a fun age and I wouldn't change the experience I am having raising these two beautiful boys for anything.
Yesterday I felt Thomas' head and he was really warm. I took his temperature and it measured 100 degrees F. He still has a fever and has slept pretty much the entire day. Poor little guy feels dreadful. When he is awake he mostly just lies there and groans. The only thing I can think that he might have is Roseola, because he has no other symptoms and Luke had it recently. Anyway, I know there isn't much I can do except help him feel comfortable, as well as drink and sleep lots. He is a lot easier to deal with when he is sick that Luke is. Luke cries and moans. Thomas doesn't complain much and just wants to be in his crib with his little gray kitten. He lies there and sucks his ear, which is quite funny to watch.


