Well, That Was Really Embarrassing

I don't remember what happened today.  I think it was a good day.  But I am distracted by this evening's events.  One horrible, excruciatingly embarrassing moment I would like to forget, but instead will record for all my posterity and the world to cringe along with me.  Here's the background.

Peter has been sick and as I have already made clear to everyone who has spoken with me since Peter's birth, he's not really a "go with the flow" kind of baby.  High-strung, high-maintenance, high-need, blah, blah, blah.  Well, when he is sick, he's worse--- by a lot.  So the sleeping, eating, throwing up and general fussiness we normally try to manage, becomes rather unmanageable.  Blah, blah, blah, more complaining.  I annoy myself.

*Peter, when you read this in the future, know that I love you and Dad and I have every confidence that you are here on this earth to do great things.  Your strong personality and determination will be a blessing to you and many others. They are, however, challenging baby traits*

So, although I didn't think he had an ear infection, I decided to take him to the Dr. just to make sure.   I just had time to take him in and then make it to Faith's gymnastics recital this evening.  The visit was short and sweet-- no ear infection, but a fairly red, sore throat.  I had a bit of time left so I decided to go visit my Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Tony, who live just down the street from Corner Canyon High School.  That was lovely.  I'm glad there are some lovely moments to this story.

We find seats in the crowd-- just Abe, Peter and I (Faith was sitting with the performers) and the show starts.  It's a patriotic theme.  That was lovely.  The music is lively and Abe is bouncing Peter on his knee.  Next thing we know, projectile VOMIT  onto two darling tween girls sitting in front of us.  All over their clothes.
OH, HECK NO!  That did not just happen!  Besides helping them clean, offering them a lifetime's supply of baby wipes, what is to be done?  Nothing.  I know very well there is nothing to be done.  Apologize?  Offer your first born child?  They wouldn't want one of your puking children anyway.
One of the girls was practically in tears.  I don't blame her, I was too.  Awful.  That one hour recital could not end soon enough.  
 On a bright note, Faith did very well and finally performed her round-off-back-hand-spring-back-tuck that she's been working so hard on.  Here's the video (she is usually 5th in from the left, with a big dark bun).

 But it wasn't worth the HORROR we endured.