I picked up an adorable set of heart cookie cutters (all the better to make Mr. Icing some cookies), and found these little treats as well

Thoughts on the good life as lived by an East Coast girl on the West Coast







Pots and pots of hot tea! I don't know if it's curing me, but I am feeling a little better!
After a few hiccups, the first installment of furniture has arrived. I was a little peeved, because the delivery window provided was from 10-12 - so Mr. Icing skipped basketball, while I went to my Junior League project. I raced home early, so he could get out, only to get a call that the delivery would be running late and would be most likely around 4:00. ARRRGH! But, I was blown away by how nice and helpful the delivery people were. The installation was great - complete with a practice session for us on how to use the crib! (The rest of the room is a DISASTER.) Here is a good photo of big kitty meeting the new furniture. He doesn't know what sort of change is coming!
Last night was a wonderful Italian dinner at Locanda Veneta http://www.opentable.com/rest_profile.aspx?rid=4785 (conveniently right across the street from my doctor's office and the rest of the Cedars complex...I wonder if they do takeout to the labor and delivery ward at Cedars?). If I'm not sick, their fettuccine with black truffles is fantastic, but it's a little too creamy these days. I had a yellow tomato soup, followed by rigatoni alla nonna (tomatoes, eggplant and smoked mozzarella), and we shared dessert - a nutella crepe. It was fun to catch up with my brother in law and his girlfriend - I can't wait for Baby Icing to meet her uncle and aunt! (And we saw James Cromwell - always a plus - it's up there with my Tom Brokaw sighting for highlights of the year)!
Don't all these brownie sundaes look delicious? YUMMY!
And then, because all this rain is making me homesick for paris, my favorite French treat - the Opera cake - chocolate, coffee and lots of buttercream - that is so cute and tidy! I would love an espresso and an Opera right now please (not to mention a bottle of champagne and to fit into my Agnes B. pants again!)