Ready for camp...

Deacon starts camp at Carden tomorrow... and for the first time ever I had to prepare him snacks and a lunch.  I started crying when I wrote the note and then really looked at it... it reminded me of the notes my mom would write me- and it looks so grown up to see "mom" instead of "mommy" when referring to myself.  I still think of MY mom when I see the word "mom."

In honor of his first day of summer camp we buzzed his hair tonight... and that made me really sad too.  I love his long hair, but I'm so sick of fighting with him about it.  He has been asking for a long time to get it cut- and we've been putting it off until now.  I figure with all the running around he'll be doing at camp he'd probably appreciate a shorter style... and our mornings are going to be too hectic for me to fight him over brushing his hair.  So it's gone... all of it.  And I really don't like it.  I know it's just hair and it will grow back... but I wish he would have been ok with it long.  But he honestly begged us to buzz cut it.  Oddly I think the style makes him look YOUNGER... which is fine by me- I guess one good thing came from the buzz :)