Pimp my ride - Rolls Royce Gangsta Bling stylee, Millwall lose again and a baby is Born - give it up for Caitlin the tiny yellow baby!

It's Saturday - Fintan's just drawn me a great picture of a castle in a jungle on top of a hill surrounded by giant roses; Declan is still asleep and baby Caitlin is chilling in her Moses basket nearby. This is definitely a lull before the nappy storm begins... Anyway - since having a new baby has temporarily blown my ability to blog right out of the water. I've decided to carry out a pictoral blog update of the last few months. Here are the highlights:- Storm Troopers now being used to police Chester....I told him "these aren't the kids you're looking for" and Fintan and Declan moved along...

Millwall go on an unprecedented losing run that lasts pretty much at home from Christmas to April 2012. Any visit to the match by my good self is a surefire certainty to jinx our chances...

A Dalek! It's always good to meet a Dalek at least once a month for a pint.

If you're gonna turn a Rolls Royce into an armoured tank - this is how you do it...Duke of Westminster styleeee... - things got slightly funky when the kids tried to drive it.

Hooray - a bottle of champagne is born (must have been painful!)...no...Baby Caitlin is born! Needless to say - we just left Sarah at hospital on the Sunday afternoon and were just getting the kids settling in for bed when Sarah called. "My waters broke!" she told me as they began wheeling her down to surgery for an emergency C section. Being a calm and organised sort of chap I replied in a reassuring and appropriate manner. "Oh Sh*t! I've got to go Sally - we're having the baby!" I said and promptly ran out the door of the house only to find I'd locked myself out the house and had no keys. Still - luckily the Spurs match was on, so the roads were empty and I made it to the hospital with a few minutes to spare (I'm sure they would have waited for me?). And the rest as they say is history...