

One day during the week, as I was on the phone w/ my boss, Braeden runs to the door yelling. Now, imagine this--He is dressed in his cowboy hat and snowmobile boots--as it is "Hat, boots and lasso" day at school--He improvised as he did not have cowboy boots~thinking of this on his own, I couldn't stop him. So yelling, he states that he found baby Robin's. I direct him not to touch anything--cuz I'm still on a call with my boss, which took all of this very well...When I'm done the call and check--Braeden did indeed find Baby Robin's-- 7 of them. They fell out of the bird house as the door popped open and fell onto our raspberry bushes. With Gloves, we picked them each up and put them back in the birdhouse, and of course getting Braeden's Glamour Shot. I am happy to report, the mother and father did return to the nest and our baby birds are doing very well:) ...
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I'm Mike's cousin Kim. (Aunt Dot's grand daughter) I love your new blog. It will be nice to catch up on what's going on with your family.
Braeden is a spitting image of Michael when he was young.
I'll stop by and visit your blog often.
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