Fiona bit me today. She's definitely going to be another mischief maker. Brigid is quieter and more content so I'm hopefully going to have at least one peaceful child. Last night I got called a breeder! Just some wannabe 20-something radical. C threatened him, which is par for his course, but it gets so tiresome having to deal with that temper. It's scary too, I've seen what he can do. Sometimes I think he needs a lobotomy. I really do. Anyway, David came over as threatened and I didn't quite have the guts to demand that he scrub my floor but I did get him to order Chinese for me and pay for it. I have more cravings now than when I was pregnant -- lately I've been eating General Tso's chicken once a week. I haven't lost the pregnancy weight as quickly this time around -- I like having boobs but I miss being lean. Thomas likes the new, softer me though. This afternoon at the library he told me and everyone within hearing distance that I was "nice and squishy now." Gee, thanks kid. Thomas is a great kid though. His sisters get so much attention and he doesn't get at all jealous. He's very proud of them and likes to show them off.