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The great outdoors

The great outdoors

March 21, 2009March 26, 2016 stefanieboyce

At the hint of warmer weather, Jayden begins to itch to go outside! He is an outdoors man thru and thru! And really, the weather doesn’t matter! Here are some of his first “spring” pics!

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