Ellie is still potty-training. I thought we would be so much farther on that by now, but it seems she has begun to regress a bit. She prefers to run around naked, and I let her do that for a time because it was just easier. She sees pull-ups or panties as security, and so she goes in them; but when she's naked she goes to the potty every time. Well, here lately I have been making her wear panties so that she gets adjusted to them, and ... well ... I honestly think she is peeing in them just to spite me. She literally went through 5 or 6 pair today, and I think it was just so she could finally run out of clean ones and go naked again. It's all good though. We are getting there. I make her wear panties when we go to the park since it's so close to home. She has to get used to wearing them, so that's that!
And speaking of the park, we are trying to get there more regularly since some of this dreaded heat has died down. We both need the exercise. It's nice to wear her out early in the morning. She's out-growing those afternoon naps, but most days, if we can make it to the park, she will take one that afternoon. This nicer weather has drawn a few of the other neighbors out as well, and so I'm finally starting to meet people and make new acquaintances. Just the other day we met Mr. Gregory who knew some of my uncles. He was visiting Charlotte Park with his granddaughter Shyanne; she and Ellie played very well together. I often think about the family picnics we used to have there when Brandon and I were small. Mama and Aunt Jackie would take us there along with Greg and Kevin (Andrew wasn't born yet) and our Big Wheels! Brandon got stung by a wasp in that park. That's when we discovered his unfortunate allergy. As a teenager, when daddy lived on Ivy Street (one entry to the park), I used to sneak out in the middle of the night to meet Danny Sonn, Kelly Walker and whoever else would drink or smoke with me and my best friend Jamie. I'm glad to have this in common with Ellie now, though I hope it won't one day become her refuge for rebellion as it did me.
I miss my mama! I wished I could see her and talk to her more often. I miss the true friends that I made in Columbia, and I fear that unless I can dedicate some time to focus on those relationships, they will wither as life has a way of doing to all of us -- it just grows us apart. I do pray that in the meantime I make new friends. Maybe I can find some at Cornerstone. That's where we finally settled down for church. We visited other churches, but Cornerstone just felt like home. For a large church they are welcoming and warm, and you don't get that little-fish-big-pond feeling as you might think. The messages are always on time and relevant, and the worship is awesome, which is the main thing I needed!
Anyway ... that's the up to date on things as of now. I hope to continue to manage my time better so that I can write more often.
In the meantime, enjoy a listen to this song that's been playing in my head as I take these nostalgic tours through my childhood. http://www.kovideo.net/the-house-that-built-me-video-miranda-lambert-537258.html