Trying to move into the new house

It was a bit of a challenge to move into the new house with all the things that were going on for us. I tore my meniscus and had to have surgery. It was not a very easy recovery, but at least I can straighten my leg out now.
We have discovered Joey can have sever asthma attacks. He will begin coughing and feeling tired and sick. Then his breathing will become extremely labored and he will wheeze constantly. This past year he has had 4 episodes where he has gotten dangerously low on oxygen. We are all a little traumatized from rushing him into the Dr. and having him hooked up to oxygen and placed on breathing treatments and steroids in order to be able to breath. Poor little guy! It breaks my heart to see him like that; not to mention the panick and heart attack it gives me to know my little boy can't breath. I have tried to talk to the Dr many times, but they are finally taking this more seriously as a chronic problem and are helping to take measures to prevent these full blown attacks from happening.

This is what we do to recover. Joey wants to sit and eat in front of the warm fire (even when it's 100 degrees outside, and then we sit and watch movies all day. When you get past the trauma, it's actually kind of fun.
Then, we have one little bundle of noise and destruction that makes it almost impossible to get anything done. Packing with Kimball was hard enough, but having to hobble around using one leg made it that much more difficult. I must have had angels helping me :)