Independence Day

Yesterday both kids started sleepaway camp at Camp Kanata. I'm already feeling oddly like I've lost something, or forgotten something, or... It's just weird not having them around. They will be there for one week, so I had better get used to it!

Anson is in the same cabin with his friend Simon, who is older them him, though a "tad" shorter.

I am not sure why, but the boys chose to be in the bunk that sits smack in the middle of the cabin. By the time I asked Anson to sit in his bunk so I could take a picture, I think he was realizing our departure was imminent. Unlike last year, when he didn't even notice us leave, this year he was a bit more reluctant.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was miffed I took her away from her arts and crafts project for a few pictures. She jumped right in and was loving it.

Charlotte joined her friend Anna, a buddy from preschool, for camp this week. There weren't a lot of friends out there willing to go to camp at age 6, but we knew someone was up for the challenge!

I laughed seeing the differences between the boys' cabin and the girls' cabin. You can tell immediately with the way the counselors decorated the signs. Plus, the counselors in Charlotte's cabin had a specific place for everything, even the laundry bags. I don't think Anson even got his out of the suitcase last year.

But as we were leaving, I was cracking up. Charlotte was doing teeny bop dances on the front porch to pop music, while Anson and his friend kicked around a soccer ball. Coincidentally, their cabins are right next to each other. Charlotte screamed out "Anson! Simon!" to no avail. They were ignoring her. Get used to it, Charlotte!!!

Below are the boys signing up for their weekly activities. You can see the camp is wooded with cabins scattered about. There is a large lake beyond them, as well as a pool. Up to the left is the dining hall and bathhouse. Despite the decent amount of shade, it was HOOOOOOOT.

Charlotte's Cabin 7 below, which includes attached bathrooms (because of their age and it being their first year at camp, not because they are girls).

Anson's Cabin 9 below, which does not have a bathroom. They trek up to the hill to the bathhouse, which is apparently the worst part of camp. They have to undress in the cabin, wrap their towels around their waists, and walk by all the girl cabins to get showers. EMBARRASSING!

Wish me luck this week. I'm going to tackle all of those organizing projects I promised myself I'd do this year.