
Well what a weekend - I usually don't get partisan on here but this weekend was amazing you see we are HUGE rugby fans in this house we have been supporting the Irish Rugby team for many years now to the extent that my girls could tell you every players name and position number !! ( Caitlin has a soft spot for Peter Stringer and Brian O'Driscoll)

This is CJ in his jersey.
We have followed every match in this and every other Six Nations, so Saturday was crunch time, the beer was in the house, the phone was off the hook and the snacks were plentiful while we hunkered down to watch Wales v Ireland in the most nail biting match I have ever seen.
Well I thought my heart would stop so many times during the match it wasn't funny, in fact I had to leave the room for that last penalty and was hiding in the kitchen behind a cushion and we cried tears of joy when they won, they totally deserved the Grand Slam.
So today when asked what I wanted to do for Mother's day I could only think of one thing and that was to go down to Dublin and welcome the team home in the manner that heroes should be welcomed.
Off we trundled into Dublin with the other 17,500 people that had the same idea as us, when we hit Dawson Street the party had well and truly started.
Wow I didn't know you could cram that many people into that street but apparently you can. It was heaving and poor Caitlin being a tiny person couldn't see a thing, I hoisted her onto my shoulders and handed her the camera and told her to keep snapping for all she was worth.
And she did - this is one of her pictures.After all the celebrations we headed back to the car via Trinity ( mainly to avoid the crowds) and showed Caitlin some culture as well and then did a bit of shopping and headed home.

Becca was unfortunately not with us as she was off on a girlie weekend with her best friend - I think she regrets it a little though after all this was history in the making and you should never miss that.

































