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Aunt Margo will be happy to know that Brady loves going to the pond to feed the ducks. He doesn't like the swans, which I can't blame him, they've now tried to bite him twice. In the swans defence, I think the swans are just excited to be fed. The first time, I thought we were standing back far enough as Brady & I feed them our stale bread. The swans extended his neck further and was about a half an inch from Brady's leg. Brady was mad, so he went and sat on the bench and was point and cursing the swan.
Also, Brady shares his Dad's love for bread in a different way. Every time we feed the ducks our stale bread, Brady manages to sneak a bite or two.
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The other night we stopped at the pond on our walk and the ducks, swans and geese didn't come to see us. So Brady entertained himself by throwing stones into the pond. We came home with alot of stones in his hair, clothes and shoes.
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I got the coolest Mother's Day Gift Ever!! Brady made me a craft at daycare with a beautiful little poem about being little but not long so here are my hand prints. I think I might frame it, it's priceless. So thank you Laura and Brady!
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Our Trip to the Zoo We got season passes the Brantford Zoo, we have so much fun there and it's the perfect size for Brady, he can just run down the path or relax in his stroller. The tiger was actually a little scary this time. We let Brady out of his stroller and I put him down and the tiger started pouncing and eyeing Brady. So I picked him out and the tiger paced the front of the cage, as soon as I put him down again, the tiger stopped. We mentioned it to the girl working there and she said it's because he's the right size for prey, the tiger is only about a year old so he is still in the playful stage but they usually grow out of it around two years old.
Brady and Daddy feed the crazy Billy Goats, they jump up and ram each other to try and get the grain. They would definitely knock Brady over no problem.
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Brady and Mommy feed the deer. They still have their winter coats so they're not so pretty right now.
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Daddy and Brady pet the baby lion cub. Yes, it's a lion cub born at the Brantford Zoo, they are all born with spots for camouflage. The lady holding the cub is it's surrogate mother, she take the cub home with her every night and did the 2 hours feedings through the night. Amazing!!
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Brady enjoying some frozen yogurt!
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Brady was checking out his cradle recently so I was explaining to him that his Great Grandpa Downie made that for him and he use to sleep in it when he was a little baby. So he climbed in and layed down, he likes to play in it now. He can just fit length wise when he lays down. Yes, we're a little slow at putting things in storage when no longer in use!
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Brady working on his coupe car. Funny thing is now, his plastic tools aren't good enough anymore, he wants Daddy's real tools. He is always wanting to go out into the garage to get some of Daddy's tools or drill. The neighbour got a kick out of seeing Brady trying to use Brad's drill while helping me gardening.