Saturday, September 27, 2008
Son of a #@?*!
After searching for the right shirts, re-arranging Chad's work schedule, perfectly timing the boys naps and making myself as gorgeous as possible, it was finally time to have our family photos taken. Cute Carrie Butler is our photographer (if she will have us again!) and she told us of a great spot at the bottom of Little Cottonwood Canyon. We agreed that canyon pictures would be wonderful and she led us to this amazing place.
It was beautiful. Carrie got a couple of darling pictures of the boys and then we started down this hill into an empty river bed. It would have been a beautiful place for a family picture. I say "would have been" because just as we hop over this huge log that was blocking the way down to the neat white rocks, Chad starts screaming cuss words and leaps back to the other side of the log while holding the inside of his arm. Suddenly more cuss words and now he is holding onto the back of his neck. He ran away.
Not knowing what to do I just stood there still with the boys and Carrie. Carrie so kindly asked if we should go check on Chad and I agreed with her. With a boy holding each of my hands, we climb back over the big log. Suddenly Jack starts screaming and I notice that we are being chased by a swarm of wasps. We were all screaming now and running as fast as possible back up the trail and into the parking lot!
By the time we got up there the back of Jack's shirt was covered with wasps and Carrie had been stung on her arm. Chad got them off of Jack just in time to realize that another wasp had made it into Chad's pant leg and is stinging him. Jack had been stung three times. One on his finger, one on the inside of his arm, and one more on his back. We pile into the car, start to calm down, get in seat belts, and Jack starts screaming "WASP!!!". We hauled out of the car, again screaming. It must have been quite the scene! It took a few minutes to get the guts to go back into the car again, but fortunately when we got around to it, we didn't have any more problems with them. We stopped at the nearest gas station for ice and baggies. Carrie bought the boys a "don't hate letting me take your picture" Slurpee, and we went home. Grand total: 7 stings.
Everyone made it through the night and is feeling much better now. What a scare!!! Jack drew a couple of pictures this morning. One was a picture of himself and a wasp. At the top he wrote "WASP R STOOPED". We feel better, but yes, we are a little traumatized!