The biking botanists

I took these pictures of Nomi and Zoey just over a fortnight ago. Later that same day Nomi had an awkward tumble on the tile floor in the kitchen, and fractured her elbow.




I started taking the tree book out with us as I thought it would be good to start identifying the trees on our daily walk-bike ride. Just by talking about what we see has opened Nomi and Zoey up to spotting so much more, and I’m learning a lot about trees.

I thought we needed to wait till we went to the nature reserve but you don’t. So much nature all around us. So much to talk about. So much to spot and take delight in.




Some days they want to stop a lot. Touch the bark, pick up leaves, find acorns and seed pods. Look at the apples and find new fruit trees. Watch a squirrel eating a mushroom in a tree. Other days not so much. But there is always a lot to talk about.

Drawing skateboards

We spent a large chunk of today outside: playing, drawing and football! It’s warm and not humid at the moment so embracing all the time outside.


Whilst I was working on my Latin they got on with drawing. It was interesting seeing how their drawings developed through copying and helping each other. Zoey told me she was drawing a skateboard:


Nomi decided she would draw skateboards too. One for her, Zoey and Daddy. She outlined and then colored them in.


Both girls were happily looking at each other’s drawings, and are not in the least bit bothered by copying at this age. Zoey went to draw again and Nomi told her it needed four wheels so Zoey drew these skateboards:


It’s really nice seeing them work together yet separately.

Z & N following Sound of Music


The one where my twins tell me they aren’t twins anymore

Apparently being a twin is just a stage. Zoey and Nomi are no longer twins.

Sisters, yes.

Pingus, most definitely!

Friends, yup unless you know it’s that 30 second window where “they will never be best friends again”.

But twins, no. You can be a twin when you are baby but not now. They spent a large part of today explaining that to me and granny.

“Not twins. Twins are babies.”
“Just Zoey.”
“Just Nomi.”

Safe to say that at 2.8 years old they are developing an unshakeable sense of self and their own identities. Which is AWESOME. I look forward to them explaining this to everyone they meet as they get older, and their outrage when someone refers to them as twins or even worse “The Twins”.


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