By the time Liza was done with her pukefest yesterday, I finally had it figured out. Just before she'd get sick, she'd get agitated and start trying to crawl up the front of me, and she'd start drooling and swallowing a lot. I even managed to keep the last, um, emission from hitting anything other than the inside of an old plastic cookie dough container. Bulls-eye!
Liza wasn't thrilled by the whole "puking in a bucket" thing, though, and she kept trying to push it away from her face. She was pleased by the result, though, and when she was done she kept looking down at the front of her pajamas, obviously thinking, "Wait, aren't I supposed to be wet and smelly right now? What's up with this?"
I think next time I'll put a sticker on the bottom of the bucket and tell her to look at it when she's getting sick. Hey, it worked at the photographers to get her to look at the fake flowers she was holding - maybe it will work here, too. If nothing else, it will be amusing to see Elmo all covered in half-digested Pedialyte. When you're cleaning up that much puke, you've got to get your jollies wherever you can :)