Ethan had a rough night, and his mild cold suddenly turned pretty nasty. So we are spending the day relaxing, nebbing and watching movies. We watched The Little Mermaid for, oh I don't know.. the 20th time in past few weeks, and here is Ethan's assessment of it today.
E: Mom, Ursula calls Ariel a princess.
Me: Yeah, King Triton is her dad, so she's a princess.
E: Yeah, but she's really a mermaid.
Me: Yep. She's a mermaid princess.
E: Yeah, she's a mermaid princess, but she's really a mermaid instead.
And I love the ending where he exclaims, "She's beautiful! They got a kiss!".
On a more serious note, I am so thankful that Ethan's at the age now when he can tell me he needs the nebulizer. I was just putting him down for a nap and he asked to do "breathing". I asked him if he really needed it, because we had just done it before lunch not too long ago, and he got really adamant and tense telling me that he needed it. I told him I'd go get the machine and be back in a minute. While I was upstairs he started coughing so hard he was gagging, and when I brought the nebulizer in his room it was like I couldn't get it set up fast enough for him. He sat very still for several minutes, breathing deeply while wearing his mask, and then told me that he was feeling better. I got a little teary at how grown up he is.
And here he is the other afternoon. He turned on all of the lights in his room, put his head under his bed (how else do you get a dark place to rest??) and fell asleep.
