Some Days
Some days you just need a woobie on your head.
I'm not sure why. But he just needed to have his woobie on his head.
He's such a big boy. He's more and more about his Daddy and less about me. I have some moments as a mother that just break my heart. And I know that I just have to stand and let my heart break because it's better for my babies. It's hard not to have the luxury of sitting down for a good cry, or having a Tired Day, or going to the bathroom alone.
Labels: The Boy
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