We're ready... (I'm not ready...) He's ready... (I'm not ready... ) deep breath.... I'm ready...

Well, I've spent weeks shopping, packing, unpacking, labeling, spending a million dollars, cutting pictures, packing and repacking.

The Trunk is done! Locked and loaded!!

Stickers of places he's actually been to have been stuck on there... just seemed like something he could grow into!


Cullen was mad that there wasn't a picture of HIM on there.  Then, of course, Taylor wasn't happy.  Oops!



NY, Jackson Hole and Buffalo...



Chicago, Yellowstone, Rochester, Charleston, Hidden Ridge, Miami, Niagara Falls...



Baylor, Winter Park, Disney world


and so much room for more!!

Then we took G out with us to celebrate Tristan's half birthday!


We ran errands and made sure the surprise gift packages and letters get delivered at camp tomorrow...


 I love that they let us send a little bit of home...

then we brought G home and it was time to decorate the Mays car. We are all driving together because we knew the boys would pitch a fit not driving in together!!

Taylor was our helper and she was a great decorator!!


Tracy did most of the letters... I did the bling.







Hopefully, there will be better pics tomorrow. Was hard with the sunshine.

I'm not sure I'm ready... he's not sure he's ready... but I know he is. This catapults my boy into a middle-schooler. Im' so thankful that he's doing his first, week-long sleepover camp with his best friend- just wouldn't have been the same without him!!

PINE COVE OR BUST!  HERE WE COME!!!

(praying that his swimmer's ear stays away - been a rough week and it would be heartbreaking for him to have to come home!!!)

I will miss you more than you can possibly imagine, I'll stay as busy as I can and I might squeeze you in half when I pick you up on Saturday.

HAVE THE BEST TIME EVER TRISTAN - I LOVE YOU AND WILL MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

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