Fire Ant Frenzy

Well, we went camping this weekend to a really pretty place called Lake Somerville. Brett flew in on Friday to spend the weekend with us. So we packed up the kids on Friday night and headed out. The place couldn't have been prettier. The campground was nice and grassy, not much dirt, beautiful trees, and it was surrounded by a gorgeous lake. I should have gotten a picture. Anyway, we had a great time. As we were packing up on Saturday morning, we heard H suddenly start screaming. I knew instantly that she had been attacked by fire ants. Poor H. For anyone that has ever had a fire ant bite, you know they are no fun. Those ants are mean! They are teeny-tiny and very aggressive...they swarm and just start attacking. We tore her shoes off, and were trying to get them off her, then had to strip her down to nothing because they were under her clothes. I stopped counting at 20 bites. I got two or three bites on my feet, and I've been itchy all weekend--I can't imagine 20+ bites! Right after she got bitten, her face broke out in a rash. Probably a reaction to all the bites. But she's running around now like nothing happened. Whenever we talk about it, she just says,"Dose spiders bite me." She was a little confused.



We got home from camping, and had to prepare our girls to sing Love at Home in ward conference with us. The choir director had asked us last week if we would sing the first verse as a family, and the choir would come in and join us in the later verses. G was so excited, she loves to sing for people. We were a little worried about H contribution because she tends to sing extremely loud and off key--and also is hard to control sometimes. Well, during rehearsal, I knew it was going to be a spectacle because H and G kept fighting over the microphone, H didn't want to hold still or be held, and she was talking and singing very loudly. Here we are supposed to be conveying love at home, and I was about to kill both of them!



The song was to be performed as the closing song of the meeting. By that time, H's cute hairdo was not so cute anymore. Oh well, it turned out fine. Surprisingly, H was the one that pulled through and sang most of the song (despite the fact that she couldn't hold still and was babbling incessantly while the choir was singing their part.) The stake president and bishopric were just trying to hold in their laughter. G got a sudden case of nerves and hardly sang. T and I were just trying to smile and sing without bursting into laughter ourselves. The bishop stopped me in the hall later and said he really wished we had a video of the performance. He thought it was hysterical. I'm glad it's over, and I hope we don't have to do that again anytime soon.


I have to give a shout out to Brett. (Those are his hairy legs in the picture with H.) He and the baby had a nice nap together after church. We've had a great time with you this weekend!