Behold! The newest Mastandrea. Good work, Joe and Jess. Just when you thought it couldn't get any louder around here... The gene-pool runneth over. Splash.

Marie and Vin are sitting back now, delighting quietly in the fact that Bazzukajoe will soon be on the receiving end of all the mischief he has dished out over the years. Yeah, happy birthday Bazzukajoe: you better take good care of Jessica because (as Alane will tell you) carrying a Mastandrea can be as exhausting as it is... interesting.

I once walked past Trafalgar Square. Lots of pigeon shit. By January, Bazzukajoe's list of funny words will have grown astronomically. Think colostrum. Or umbilical. Or (gulp) episiotomy. Let's get this party started!