Well, I was going to post about our yearly hunt for the perfect Christmas tree, or the insanity I create about Christmas cards, but these topics were usurped about 12:30am by the wails of The Pixie Child who was awash in barf. Her poor tummy was set to some horrible timer and she preceded to barf every hour, on the half hour until about 6:30am. Ugh. (I should mention here, for full effect, that we had been up the night before about every hour with The Baby and had dosed her with medicine to ensure a long winter’s nap for her and the parental units. The Baby did not wake up once the whole night. Darn it. Can’t they coordinate these things better?)
Enter, the Barf Fairy. She is a fantastic pixie that distributes a small present at the end of a barfing illness–as long as children get their barf INTO ANYTHING mom doesn’t have to clean up. Trash cans, sinks, bowls strategically placed, or the actual potty. The Barf Fairy was bequeathed her powers by my friend, Katherine, who has a marvelous brain for little things that make a mom’s life easier.
I totally heart The Barf Fairy. She has amazing powers. She can make an ill child go that extra couple of feet to hit a receptacle. You can tell when they start to feel better as they speak of The Barf Fairy, wondering when she will come (24-48hrs after the last barfing episode). What will she bring? The size of the present seems to directly correlate to how much clean up the parental units had to deal with.
Let me assure you, The Pixie Child dug a big hole with her inaugural barf (complete bedding change and bath) but I think The Barf Fairy will bring a small present because of the number of episodes she managed well after that. She will have a lovely gift (from the $1 bins at Target or Michael’s) placed on the end of her bed in the next day or so.
I totally and completely heart The Barf Fairy. Hmmmm…I wonder if she might have a cousin called The Potty Training Fairy….I would love to meet her in about a year… :)
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