What a day. Not sure why I'm so tired from it. The baby was grumpy, she probably caught my cold-- but with babies it's hard to tell, since, of course, they can't talk much, and they simply react to pain in a very straightfoward way which doesn't always include crying and screaming. She was just grumpy, so I gave her some baby Tylenol, and then... she was happy.

I fell asleep to Dr. Phil (this and Enterprise are the only television I watch, I swear!), a show about fat people, REALLY fat people, and the ladies up there were complaining that society had to change to suit them and they were not going to change for society! They showed these two ladies (one of whom was 400 pounds) walking through a mall, eating at a buffet, and a man walked over to them and hissed in their ear, "Leave some for us." His voice was venemous... you would have thought he was a paid actor, he was so purely venomous. I still expect the best of people, somehow, and am still surprised when they behave dreadfully. So those poor fat ladies (they prefer the word "fat" to "overweight") showed the injustice they endure every day.

But Dr. Phil said to them: "When I look at you I see danger. I see danger of a whole slew of health problems." But the ladies insisted, "No, no, we're happy just how we are. Society needs to change its attitudes."

There was a very fat man named Matthew on Dr. Phil who seemed like the nicest, gentlest creature. He folded his arms over his several bellies in a desperate effort to conceal it/them, as he perched on the seat. Hopefully lots of housewives will email to Dr. Phil with maternal tenderness asking him to make a special effort with Matthew. Dr. Phil is a savior to some of these people; after six minutes on the show, they swear their lives are changed forever.

The baby IS talking a little bit, I hear words here and there which of course is a new and thrilling experience for me. Mr. Crazy was a late talker and Glamor Girls was a medium talker. She said "Dada" at eight months but not much else. Wild Girl, however, has said at least six distinct words: Mama, Dada ("Da"), Cracker ("Cruh"), Bottle ("Bih--" not the real kind of bottle that might give my boobs a break, she hates those, but an empty water bottle she wanted to attack), Hello ("Hay-loe"), and one or two other words.

She loves a bath, I think she is part sea monster, and such a cute sea monster! The kids call her "Baby Monster," because she is on a seek and destroy mission all day long.

Mr. Crazy is obsessed with fractions. He can add and subtract simple ones. I mentioned this to a friend of mine who was astonished, but that's what's nice about homeschool. He doesn't know he's not supposed to understand fractions yet, he isn't confined to institutionalized strictures.