I am Spartacus

My daily guilty pleasure of late has been an episode of Spartacus: Blood and Sand (say it with a James Earl Jones voice) during naptime. Its brill...so brill it deserves a blog entry. How can something so terrible be so fabulous? "Gratuitous" is too mild a word for the violence in it and the sex scenes are practically soft porn but the plots are great. I watch every episode with my mouth open and jaw on the floor. Sadly the guy who plays Spartacus got some serious illness so they aren't making another series. Why, why, why is God punishing me?

Developments...

I know there's nothing more tedious than mammies going on about how fabulous their babies are...but its my blog so cut me some slack. Also my babies really are genuinely fabulous, so I've a lot of material to work with.

Latest developments over the last few weeks include Lucy sitting upright by herself and Ronan crawling (more like dragging) himself across the floor. Up until a few days ago Ronan wasn't sitting because he wouldn't sit still for more than a few seconds and Lucy is still only managing to crawl in reverse.

In an alarming turn of events however, Ronan has become a clear and present danger to both himself and others (others being poor Lucy). When he isn't heading for the most dangerous thing in the room, his favourite occupation is dragging himself over to Lucy (he looks like a disabled terminator when he does this), getting her in a headlock and grabbing fistfuls of her hair. Since she isn't mobile, she has nowhere to run.

The cutest development in the last couple of days is that they are starting to laugh at each other and play together. Its an incredible sight to watch and I'm hopeful that we are finally getting to the best bit of having twins...they entertain each other while Mammy reads her book!