Let's go drivin'

After a fantastic BBQ lunch with Jay & Janet Friday afternoon, Jon and I dropped Ella at Grandma and Pop's and went to the driving range! It was the first time Jon and I had even hit a ball since we moved back from Florida. We want to play at the beach, so we figured we shouldn't be entirely rusty. I considered it a success for myself, as I only missed the ball in its entirely about 4 times or so (I am not a great golfer...I like to torture myself by trying to play, though). I even managed to get off a few decent shots that I felt really good about.

Playing golf, to me, is sort of like taking pictures. If I take 50 pictures and get one or two really nice ones, that's good. Same with golf. If I hit 50 balls and get one or two really nice shots, that's good too.

Ella apparently did okay while we were gone, but when we got back over to Mom and Dad's to pick her up, she flipped OUT. She's in a really super-clingy phase to me right now, and if I'm around, and she's in a mood, she doesn't want anyone else to hold her or to be anywhere away from me -- she gets MAD. So mad that it kind of scares me. I feel terrible NOT holding her when she's like that, but I feel terrible holding her all the time as well, because then I feel like I'm just giving in to her and ultimately, making things worse. I hope this phase is short-lived...it's not fun for any of us.