The boys seem to be loving Day Camp. Each day when they come home they are exhausted, but happy and smiling, too. This is Carter's first year.
This is Taylor's last year to participate. Next year he will probably volunteer as a Den Chief. (Who knows, I may volunteer next year. I'm just sayin'.)
We lingered a little longer today to watch (or hear) the stampede of boys running down the hill for the flag ceremony. I couldn't find my boys in the crowd. Jack, Mason and I searched for them, but we didn't see them. However, after looking at this photo, I think the boy in the bottom left corner in the tan shorts is Carter. It's hard to tell. They all look alike with their tan shirts and hats. Even the leaders start looking alike with their blue shirts and white hats.
The house has been a little more quiet with only four in the house during the day. It's nice. Of course, when one of the four is a little girl, it's really not all that quiet. On days like this, I'm happy to only have one girl.