Senior Teen Camp

I'm beginning to feel a sense of normalcy. Of course, it's a new normal, but at least I'm figuring out what life is going to be like. It's still hard to plan a camp and not be there to watch it all be carried out, and to not be spending as much time investing in a staff I hired and have spent months preparing for and praying for, but I look down at Jack and know that it's all worth it. AND, it's not like I've had to give up my job at camp. I've been able to do a reasonable amount of both things . . . camp and taking care of Jack. I'm just torn because I want to put my all into both things. But Jack's getting used to taking naps in the Baby Bjorn and things at camp . . . well sooner or later they'll get used to not having me around as much (hopefully the easy way and not the hard way).

After a refreshing weekend, it was hard to jump back into another camp but it's nice to know we don't have an overnight camp for THREE WEEKS after this week. That'll be a nice break. Last night was the hardest night yet. For some reason Jack was particularly fussy and Kyle and I both were particularly cranky. This morning was no different, but Kyle was at camp. I hate it when he cries and his face turns all red and he goes into the "silent cry" mode, but if he's dry, fed and well-rested, all I can do is hold him and rock him, I suppose. As his mom, it's just upsetting to see.

Our speaker at camp for the week is Phil Owen . . . which means he, his wife and kids are out here all week. That's a treat for Kyle and I because we really like them and have a good time with them. I'm bummed that I'm not around more this week to spend more time with them but the meals and short times we've had with them are good. We only see them once or twice a year (if that) but everytime we do I wish we lived closer so that we could spend more time with them. I'm beginning to realize how many friends Kyle and I have that we could say that about. A vast majority of the couples that we are friends with live far away.

I'm starting to realize that Jack is somewhat of a local (very local) celebrity. I'm shocked at how many people walk up and ask, "Is this Jack?" and want to see him. They greet me by name, ask how the delivery was and how things are going. The odd thing is that I have no idea who more than half of them are. I think some of them are from our church and some are probably people that know Kyle's parents, but I'm still amazed at how many people know him and want to meet him. There are few times in my life where my extroverted nature has been pushed to it's limit, but it's fun and exhausting all at the same time to be talking to so many random people.

So, I was looking at all of my pre-pregnancy clothes (none of which come close to fitting yet) and was wishing I could still fit into my green AE hoodie that I love so much. I'm beginning to realize that I'm going to have to start shopping for clothes at J.C. Penney and Meijer . . . which isn't bad but is just an adjustment. I guess I'm too old for the stores I used to shop in anyway. And, I'll settle for fitting into anything at this point. My maternity pants are too loose (my radio that I wear for camp is constantly pulling them down) but everything else is too tight. I haven't been back on a scale since Jack was born but I might do that tonight. I really hope I've lost enough to make me feel a little better. I'll let you know tomorrow. :)