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…looked a little like this. Baby Dragon was miserable with cold and our Little Adventurer had cabin fever, so we bundled up (five layers) and headed to the park. It was balance bike time! Thank you, Granny and Grandad! It’s hard to get smiles on camera from Jensen usually, but we’ve recently found a way. …
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