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Ready for the Big Leagues

Little Chic is getting ready to go to sleep-away camp on Sunday. This is something that I didn't do until I was around 12 or so, but she has been chomping at the bit since she was at least five or six. Finally this year she is old enough to go but I encouraged her to try the day camp first. She resolutely refused saying that she has been waiting for this for way too long to have to come home every night! I even suggested that we try to find a friend to go the same week along with her, but she said she would really rather meet a cabin full of new friends.

The camp she is going to is actually local, about 15 minutes from our house. It is a Christian camp with a great reputation in the community, so I'm sure she'll be in good hands as Muh Main Man and I stay up fretting night after night. In true summer camp fashion, you can't visit or call until pick up time on Saturday, but mail call comes every day, so we have our stationery and stamps all ready to go.

We've spent the day reviewing clothing options, making a run to the store for an extra pair of PJ's, shorts and all that jazz, and we've inscribed her initials on endless tags, bottles and flashlights. I'm dreading the moment more as it gets closer, and of course, she's looking more forward to it every minute! Only Brainy Boy seems as excited as she is because he's really looking forward to "having the house to himself." Just wait till I tell him who gets to pick up all the extra chores.

Comments

Paula said…
Sounds like a great camp. She'll do great, she has a great teacher! She's sooo cute!
Unknown said…
Oh Jennifer, sounds like early signs of the empty nest syndrome.

I know that you know she's in very good hands, I know that you know she's going to have fun, but the fretting is understandable as this is your precious baby girl.

Really Jennifer, you guys are doing great and we all know she will be ready to be back with her Favorite People telling you guys about her new fun filled experience. Can't wait to hear all about it.
Anonymous said…
jeniffer,

i agree with paula. i think your kid is going to do well in this camp and this is going to be a good exposure for her
Melanie said…
Ahhh, the memories of summer camp. I have such wonderful memories of going to camp. I'm sure you'll be fine while she's at camp- and she'll be doing just fine making new friends and creating lifelong memories!

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