Sharty Party with Gingey

Faye woke me up at 5:30 this morning saying her "tummy" hurt. She ran to the bathroom and barfed. She barfed about 6 times in 2 hours. Mostly just water and stomach acid. She finally ate some yogurt and a little Cinnamin life about 9-ish. Then the sharts set in. 2 pairs of panties soiled and she suggested she wear one of Phoebe's pull-ups. Genuis! ... except that she went thru 2 pull-ups in a half hour. Well, being the cheap skate I am, I didn't want to use up all the pull-ups. Another genuis idea; pantyliners! yeah, not so genuis. The next shart went all up the back of her undies and thru the shorts. Oi vey. We're now back to a pull-up.

On a brighter note she did barf us a cute little gingerbread man:

I really, really can't handle barf. The smell, uh, uh. So as I was putting the rug and toilet seat cover in the washing machine i was dry-heaving, my sweet Faye says "Mom, don't worry, i'll get a rag and clean it up so you don't throw up". Even in barfy sharty mode she's nice. I told her I would do it and, amazingly, I did it. Not without some problems though.

They are now enjoying Ghostbusters 2 on Netflix. I used to have a thing for Peter Vankman. I don't know why because Bill Murray is so not handsome, but sex appeal he's got. (we already had this discussion on FB)