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Today we had a tiny milestone. Today I fed Delphine food which I found tasty. Until now everything's been edible but dubious; those baby cereals pretty much taste like cardboard, and pureeing doesn't do much for most vegetables and fruits, except apples, and even they're pretty boring. Green beans are particularly foul. But today she had mashed sweet potatoes and yogurt, and I tasted some and I was a teeny bit jealous.

Yeah, yogurt! A whole new food group. It's exciting. Next week I think I'll try cottage cheese, and then maybe grated hard cheese. Food with flavours! I can't wait until she can eat what we eat. Even though that's going to mean a drastic overhaul to our evenings, because no freaking way am I making dinner twice every night.

I can't stop wearing jeans. Back when I was working and I saw the same people every day I'd wear different stuff every day, mix it up a little. It goes back to grade school when they'd make fun of you for wearing the same thing two days in a row. But now there's no-one to keep me honest; Blake doesn't care, Del doesn't care, the doorman and the people at Starbucks don't care, so every day I wear jeans, because they're comfortable and easy, they go with everything, they look good. Casual, but not sloppy.

That's all very well, but I've also started wearing the same shirt day after day, until it's dirty and goes in the laundry. It's just easier to take the top thing off the pile of worn-but-not-dirties than it is to rake around in the closet, and then at the end of the day add yet another item to the WBNYD pile. Also, the closet is behind the crib and it's a pain in the ass to get back there.

On the one hand I feel kind of sloppy and revolting about my dressing habits, but on the other hand, I don't think I actually look sloppy or revolting, and I'm pretty sure I don't smell. I just look uncannilly similar from day to day. I suppose it would be nice for the world to see me in nice pants once in a while, but so far the world hasn't said anything.

In my defence, I've cultivated a hairstyle which is sassy and easy to maintain, so my hair looks spiffy most days. I have a skincare regime which keeps my skin clear, thanks to Pink's magic goo, and I wear face powder every day, so I usually look pretty together from the neck up. Especially when I remember to wear lipstick.

Back in the first hand, though, I've given up necklaces and earrings because Delphine loves to yank off anything that is attached to me, but not of me. I wrestle her for my glasses at least three times a day, and have resorted to saying "No" in a firm voice when she steals them, as if she is a small dog.

I could be happier with my appearance, but it could be worse. I'm not wearing sweatpants and a mullet, but nor am I the glamourous, put-together mom I always wanted, and wanted to be. Maybe next year...

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I'm so excited about Christmas. The food will be tasty, and we have about eight thousand presents under the tree -- a lot, considering we're not doing presents this year. But best of all, Blake's taking next week off! That's the best present.