30 year old twins.

Just for the record, we are parents of 30 year old twins. How have 30 years gone by that fast?

From the moment they were born I cocooned them in blankets as they had been so close together in the womb. This was the day they were born.

From then on we walked miles and miles together, I walked the wheels off this pram several times.

No, seriously. 

I had to have the wheels replaced at least 3 times, oops.

A cardboard box! Let's make a den!

They were great swimmers.

The Pepsi Snow Bear! 

They did such a good job of building him.

Camping holidays in France were always fun.

Especially when the lovely Nich gave us a blow up banana.

 I bet he didn't anticipate it being used as a cricket bat.

And now, somehow, they are 30.

So, for the record, here's how they celebrated, whilst on opposite sides of the Atlantic.

Cub stayed up late (San Francisco time) to wish Pixen "Happy Birthday!" (early morning UK time)...then went to bed.

Up in Darlo the Hollibellys had a little gathering to celebrate.

and a few hours later, when Cub woke up in San Francisco, he and Emily had a day out in town,

and then OVERLOOKED town from the Coit Tower in San Francisco,

before going to see the Golden State Warriors.

Thirty. Twinnie Adults. How very grown up.