Dobby the Ferocious

Photo taken on 5-3-05.

Dobby now weighs 3 ounces and is 4 months old. He sings/whistles a lot, mimicking the limited repertoire of whistles I do. I’ve been whistling “Row Row Row Your Boat” and “Oh Susanna” to him lately. He cocks his head to the side and watches me with interest but has not begun to mimic those tunes yet.

My girls and paint

YDD’s fun with paint

Over the years, my daughters have painted themselves with fingerpaints, water paints, acrylic paints, washable markers, permanent markers, ink pens, gel pens.

I don’t know what the fascination is with marking on their bodies. They also love make-up and temporary tattoos.

This past Sunday afternoon, I found the girls with faces painted white with acrylic paint. They were thrilled. YDD’s face was a bit creepy to me. She was excited about it bothering me & jumped out at me repeatedly… making strange noises. She found this to be soooo funny. I thought it was disturbing. I’m not sure why.. except that it was a scary to me.

Looking at the photo of her even now is disturbing.

I’m not a fan of scary movies, obviously.

A quote I read caused me to think…

Growth in wisdom may be exactly measured by decrease in bitterness.
~Friedrich Niezsche

In my case, I think Niezsche’s quote is true. I have grown tremendously as I have had less bitterness.

This past Sunday morning when ex was visiting the kids, I had no bitter feelings toward him. It was a good feeling.. that absence of ugliness/meanness in my heart.

A quote I read caused me to think…

Growth in wisdom may be exactly measured by decrease in bitterness.
~Friedrich Niezsche

In my case, I think Niezsche’s quote is true. I have grown tremendously as I have had less bitterness.

This past Sunday morning when ex was visiting the kids, I had no bitter feelings toward him. It was a good feeling.. that absence of ugliness/meanness in my heart.