Saturday Evening Walk

Since I spent most of Bobby's birthday (yesterday) feeling dizzy, throwing up, groaning about a headache and menstruating today we decided to do something special. We got pizza from KotiPizza. Samuli got the Berlusconi (a shameless reference to his comment on Finnish food) pizza which had smoked reindeer, chantarelles and red onion. I opted for the Parmiamo, prosciutto, rocket (arugula), cherry tomatoes and Parmesan cheese. My pizza was damn good. I finished it all! And that's unusual for me because I don't usually like pizza that much. Bobby on the other hand devoured bits of crust and Ceasar gourmet dog food whilst playing (or rather running away from) his birthday toy, a red chewy frisbee.

So, after lunch/dinner we did what any nice respectable family would do on the weekend... We went for a nice evening walk...

Setting out on our respectable family evening walk.

Bobby sniffing some bush/signpost for 10 minutes.

Damn lamp posts! Why why oh why do there have to be so many of them!! And more importantly why do we have to stop, sniff, sniff, sniff, piss on every single one of them??

Teaching Bobby to cross the road sensibly... not to run mindlessly in front of cars even if mommy is on the other side of the road.

Doggy park FINALLY! After about 100 different bushes/posts/benches/other things that must be pee-ed on.

Waiting around while Bobby and daddy have some fun...

...Bobby and daddy having some fun...

Time out.

Daddy is worn out so Bobby goes to make his own fun...

... soooo mommy and daddy decide to have their own kind of fun...

... little Bobby doesn't notice a thing... too busy digging away... (which I know you're not supposed to let your dog do in the dog park... we filled it up before we left... honest!)

...mommy and daddy continue with their fun...

...until suddenly they are... BUSTED!! Sneaky little baby we have...

Yes, I know we have a ferocious digging machine disguised as a dog...

...even Samuli is confused by the ferocious digging...

...but then, before we can call the vet Bobby returns back to normal...

So, we decided it was time to leave the park with the nice holes that we filled in... honest! And started to make our way back home. But then suddenly...

... something rather disturbing caught Samuli's eye...

... "OMG! WTF! ROFL! LOLZZ! Look at that lamp post" he yelled...

... and there it was a magic crooked lamp post and when I went to lean on it everything changed to psychedelic retro mode...

...but thankfully I have a strong handsome fiancé who came to the rescue and tugged the lamp post back into place and everything came back to normal...

... or did it?? And more importantly did alcohol have some part in it??? (Surely not on a RESPECTABLE evening walk with the family!!)...

...and sure enough, before we knew it retro mode came back when we were standing outside our corner store!

...thank goodness for Samuli's quick thinking as he swung into urban rapper mode and managed to get everything to go black and white...

...then we found some magic mold on a rosebush which in turn made everything go back to normal... YAY!