Don't let Maggie get too upset. She'll barf everywhere. Seriously, just like the scene in Pitch Perfect. The last time this happened was when I tried to give her medicine against her will almost a year ago.
Well, our friend Jack came to spend the night while his parents hiked Mt Fuji. Jack and Maggie played so nicely together and were having so much fun. Eventually, it was clear from both of their demeanors that bedtime had come. Lots of yawning, lounging and rubbing of eyes.
I was thinking of putting Maggie in her crib in the same room with Jack in his pack 'n play. Poor spoiled Maggie hasn't had to sleep by herself in an enclosure since before we went to Singapore (that's nearly 3 months ago), however and didn't take it very well. She cried so hard she started coughing. She coughed so hard she barfed. She barfed everywhere, as if to ensure she would not be sleeping in her crib this particular evening. I took her out of there, stripped her, stripped the bed, and separated the barfed-on animals from those spared such humiliation.
Poorest Jack! All of this was very upsetting. As if he wasn't upset enough to be going to bed without his own Mommy to tuck him in.
To make the situation all the easier, Arthur hadn't gone to sleep yet either. I couldn't do all of this fast enough to get Maggie in the bathroom before she made it to the tatami mat room (和室) we have been sleeping in as a family while Matt is away. I found her a few minutes later laid out in the bed, her vomit-crusted ear on the pillow. Oy.
After bathing Maggie and wrangling her and Arthur to bed, I started the load of unbarfed-on laundry that was already waiting. I went back upstairs armed with wipes and a flashlight and wiped up the splatters of barf on and around the stripped crib, doing my best not to disturb now-sleeping Jack. From the diaper-changing table, Buttercup watched peacefully with her best air of tofu-kitty nonchalance as I went through wipe after wipe on the corner of the rug and snipped off chunks of barf-laden tuile from the bedskirt.
I had to run the barfed-on load twice and will have to run a couple of items a third time. Really glad I fed Maggie raspberries and rice and broccoli. I was going to try a new smoothie after the kids went to bed, but settled for a bowl of cereal instead. I really had no desire to see anything blended after that episode!
Anyone want to babysit Maggie? Whoa, don't speak all at once. Everyone can have a shot at tofu-bunny barf-o-rama!
**update** I drafted this post at the end of August. Since then, Papa has returned. This morning, when he had to go to work, Maggie let the whole neighborhood know how opposed she was to this. It was quite the scene at nearly 6am, and while it didn't end up a barf-o-rama, she did spit up part of her bottle between sobs. Glad we were outside this time!
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| If only I had known we were going to see this dinner again later... |
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| Gentleman Jack, he's so gentle with both Buttercup and Arthur. |
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| Not-quite-so-gentle Maggie |
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| Getting sleepy... |
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| Watching Peter Pan together in Matt's big comfy la-z-boy |
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| Getting our shoes on in the morning |
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| That's the 8 o'clock bell... time to head to school! |
