We arrived back home on Saturday morning. On Sunday morning, Primo left again, headed for Washington DC for a national 4-H conference. It was a flurry of laundry and shopping and ironing and packing, but we managed to get him out the door in time.
No pictures though. No time for that.
I got back from the drop-off point Sunday afternoon, and it was time to get the other two ready for their departure for camp early the next morning. More laundry and a little shopping and lots of packing, but luckily no ironing.
For the first time ever, this guy is at camp. He has been waiting a while.
He was ready, as demonstrated by his head-to-toe camp gear.
But he was more than a little nervous, when the reality hit him. He looked awfully small up there. Funny how the other two didn't seem quite that little. A trick of the mind where the youngest is concerned.
He is fine. I am sure he is fine. He is there with Secondo and several kids from their 4-H club, all of whom have been charged with looking out for him. And while I am enjoying the clutter-free house, it sure is quiet around here with no boys.