1 fish, 2 fish...

3 fish, breathing fish.  This is her fish "Bubbles".  And by fish, I mean the mask to her nebulizer is a fish, not the swims in circles in a bowl fish.  Bubble has been a part of our family for about a year and a 1/2.   We are lucky enough that we have a child who doesn't necessarily mind having to do "fishes" when told.  So long as she can turn the machine on and off herself and can possibly find a Phineas & Ferb episode, we are good to go.  Before this pic was snapped she had been leaning on the tray in a "this is the most boring lecture I have ever heard" style. 

She got this tray last week while out shopping with Dug for a little Daddy/Daughter time.  It serves many purposes for her.  She can prop herself awake during fish time, eat meals on it, color on it (pre-marker fiasco of 2010) and use it as a "blanket" for nap time as so demonstrated here:

We ate dinner this night down in the family room as the kitchen table was slightly occupied by about 7 dozen cupcakes.  Dug and I were talking about random stuff going on, how was your day, blah blah blah...when we noticed it had gotten quiet, we look up, there she was.  Passed out cold at 6:00 P.M.  She must have had a nugget or tot too many that night.  "Don't make a sound!" I whispered as I tiptoed to go get my camera.  She stayed there for about an hour.  Never moved and then turned around and went to bed for the night at 8:30. 

It amuses me greatly to see/find her passed out in random places about the house.  I once found her 1/2 in the bottom of the linen closet in the upstairs hallway, on the floor in the front room, while sitting in her chair eating dinner at the kitchen table mid-chew, or buried under a mountain of stuffed animals on her bed at 11 in the morning.  If it has gone quiet in this house for more than 15 minutes she has fallen asleep.  Guaranteed.

We have settled somewhat back into a sense of normalcy now that the wedding is over and my huge reception order went out over the weekend.  One of those normal things is dance class on Monday nights, and this night it happened to be sunny and 75.  She felt the need to wear this thick sweatshirt over her leotard "just in case it got cold out when I get out of dance class."  

I asked her if she needed to wear pants too if since she thought it was going to be so cold out when she got done with class.  "No mom.  It's not that cold out, only sweatshirt cold."  She replied in a tone of voice that suggests that I am the crazy one.   Ah to be 4 again and have all the answers!