My dear friend Nina, she of the miracle-twins who restored our collective belief that things might work out in this world, has had her fifth baby this afternoon. The first boy! He’s a big beautiful healthy boy, and she’s just fine, and now I’m slightly crazed to be here in Montana while they’re all in LA. Yargh.

And I have to say, as much as I love her four girls, my “fake children” as I like to call them — it’s a very girly house over there. I’m sort of psyched to have a boy to play with — I’m famous among those girls for my inability to do hair. I came from a family of seven boy cousins to me and my one girl cousin Jennifer — I thought I was a boy until I was about ten. So a little boy! What fun! I just mailed off an outfit.

A new president and a new baby. What more could we want from a week?