Freudian slip

We took some photos yesterday before Husband took me (and Lotta of course) to eat at a local restaurant called Fransmanni. It is, incidentally, kind of hard to find restaurants that are specious enough for strollers and don't play loud music.
I just downloaded the photos and gave the folder the name Mia 20 yrs. Seriously, it was an honest mistake! Lotta is sitting in my lap and she's convinced she should get to write, too (daddy, it seems, has let her do that, I caught the two of them redhanded the other day!)
20, of course, was supposed to be the dreaded 40. I had a wonderful farewell potluck to my thirties on Saturday and the photos are from the cottage where we spent the day and in our family's case the night, too. Can't recommend the bunk beds - at all - but otherwise it was really nice to be able stay the night after all that partying ;). The cottage is owned by the parish union and usually used for camps.








Ps. Totally unrelated to the birthday celebrations our daughter, who has been teething for almost two months now, has finally done it. The first one, the lower left front tooth, apparently had come through on Saturday and the second one, the lower right front tooth, last night. And I thought she was going for the upper ones first!