Word of the Day: flageolet So The Brothers Grimm was awesome. I was very very satisfied with the whole thing. JD found another tooth today in Patrick's little mouth. We were checking on the progress of the first two [and they are progressing], when he saw another tiny little tooth poking out next to the other two. So now he has the bottom front two and the one to the left of them. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. He hasn't really been cranky or evil or excessively slobbery throughout this teething ordeal. I am more than blessed. He's been interested in his feet all day long, hanging out, holding them, trying to eat one of them. They took pictures at the daycare on Friday, and everyone said he was perfect for them. I told them he was a little ham, and they readily agreed. I think he's been watching the other babies at daycare because he's progressively getting more better at trying to crawl. He's now on his hands and knees [whereas last week he was on his elbows and knees] rocking back and forth. He's mainly doing that a whole lot, and then every once in a while he'll be brave and kick his legs out and propel himself forward about six or eight inches. All of this just amazes me. Absolutely amazing. What also amazes me is how fucking evil people can be. Thursday night, right before I was going to bed, JD's mother came in and told us that three young people had been murdered in Edna the day before. The next morning, I turned Betty on to find an instant message Mrs. Hamilton left the night before telling me the same thing, only she knew who they were. I didn't know the two guys [I think one of them was twenty-three or twenty-four and the other was thirty-four], but the third was an eighteen year old girl who was a freshman when I was a senior [and I hold that class dear in my heart]. The police are saying that there was no forced entry, no signs that the three tried to escape, that they were each found in different rooms of the house they lived in, and they were killed execution style, in the back of the head, with a .22 pistol. I believe those were the details Chris' dad gave us. The story in the paper wasn't any more informative, but I guess they're going on the information they're given by the police. I do think it's funny, however, that four police officers is nearly half of Edna's police force. Heh. Any road, people are thinking it's gang/drug related, a deal gone wrong or something. In Edna. To Tiffani. Such sadness, such horror, such evil that will plague the family and the town for long days to come. I hate people sometimes. *later that day* Now that I've had time to think [JD's at work and Patrick's been sleeping], I feel weird, that same weirdness I felt in the days after we all were told Steffany had been murdered. I didn't really know either girl, though I do have poignant memories with each. I now know how it feels to have someone I love die, and I know how it feels to have someone I don't know at all die, but these two...I can't get it. I don't know what it is. Is it because they were so very young? Because they both had so much potential? Partly, but there's something more. I know it's sad, I know they were good people, but I knew that about Susan Budd. However, I didn't know Susan. It's the aquaintance factor of it, of course, but this weird feeling...it's like I kind of don't care except for the fact that Tiffani played clarinet and was silly with me a few times, so I feel as if I have to care. And then I feel like a bad person because I don't feel horrendously sad and greived about all this. It's very troubling, all this that's going on in here. I felt like this when Steffany died, indeed, but I had, on the other hand, the joy and relief of JD's survival. It was something that distracted my attention. This, with this, there's nothing, and I'm faced with this weirdness I can't explain.