my cup runneth over

and i'm not just talking about the bras i've outgrown.

a list for today:

• we got a little box from alysse of things she had gotten for julian, and it was the clown car of boxes: you wouldn't believe all the incredibly cute outfits she had packed in there! justin is especially enthralled with a cowboy-themed romper; if it were in his size, he would want to wear it when he went to shows. i am not kidding. i'm also not kidding when i say how honored we are to have some of julian's things for milo. there will be pictures galore, i promise.
  
• there was a card from my mom in yesterday's mail, with brightly-patterned origami pinwheels on the front and a baby store gift card inside. since his nonna is the cleanest person i know, i'm thinking it should go for milo's bathtub and grooming/first aid kit and hooded towels. whatever we decide on, i can't wait to go shopping this weekend!
  
• justin's dad is coming back this weekend and has begged, begged, begged for us to wait and let him buy milo's crib, so at long last we're going to get a crib. mmmmm...getting to go shopping while someone else foots the bill is my dream come true. actually putting it together i'm guessing will be somewhat less dreamy.
  
• justin tells me we have a package in today's mail from deadbabymama with a penguin-themed eating set for milo and the new futureheads' cd for us. it's like christmas!
  
• our favorite engineer/music geek friend recorded the futureheads live at their show in san francisco sunday night and e-mailed us his bootleg today, with a cd to follow. i've never been a bootleg owner; i'm not sure if i'm hip enough to have this recording in the house. but i'm going to try to live up to it.
  
• my brother (to whom i have not spoken in months) called today and wants to come to visit after milo's born and after all the grandparents have gone home....so he can have milo to himself. my brother is certain to have as an ulterior motive a plan to de-wussify his nephew; he worries - probably justifiably - that any boy justin and i raise is guaranteed to be a tad too arty-farty for his own good, and he considers it his responsibility to make sure his nephews don't get their asses kicked too often.
  
• our chef friend called a few minutes ago to ask if we'd like to come over tonight (to their new, old house by the lake) for dinner. uh, does bush pee sitting down? i'm going to get fed so damn good tonight it might put me in a coma.
  
• justin bought a new bike pump today and aired up my tires (as well as the stroller tires!), and after dinner (if i'm not comatose yet), we're going to ride along the lake, which is about as perfect as things get.
  

could i be any luckier???