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Monday, June 29, 2015

Yesterday, Kerry and I dropped three of our boys off at camp. It's difficult to admit that Sean is old enough to go to camp for a week without me. I took him to see the movie "Inside Out" on Saturday afternoon, and (this won't make sense to anyone who hasn't seen the movie) I realized that one of my core memories -- the day of his birth, I can vividly see him being held up over the curtain and my first thought was "He has no teeth" and then "Oh wow, I'm a mom!" -- was always a "joy" memory, but on Sunday, it was a "sadness" memory. That little 7-pound-15-ounce peanut was going to be leaving me for a full week.


When we arrived at camp and got the boys checked in, we were delighted to find that not only are Jackson and Sean in the same cabin, as we'd requested, but Colin is in the adjoining cabin! So essentially, all the boys are together all week!


Kerry and I were able to make up their beds and get them settled in amidst the chaos. Sean and Jackson are sharing a bunk bed (Sean on top, Jackson on bottom). As we left they were making their bunk tags and getting ready to go to the lake for a swim test. Sean was insanely excited about the fact that the first thing he was going to get to do was get in the water! He had no interest in hugging or kissing me goodbye, but I stole a hug anyway, and off we went.


Yes, Kerry and I look happy in this picture but it didn't take long for her to break down, and for me to convince myself not to break down. So, because ice cream fixes everything, we stopped at McDonalds for Oreo McFlurries on the way home. Yep. Much better.

Being home with just The Evanator is weird already. Having only him to get ready for bed last night. Having only him to get ready for daycare this morning.... I don't think it's sunk in for him yet that Sean is gone for a week, but I suspect we'll be seeing an emotional Evan in the coming days.

The camp sends parents emails on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, along with a link to pictures. I'm patiently impatiently awaiting that email in hopes of a glimpse of our boys and a sign that they're having the time of their lives (even though I know they are!).