For whatever reason, my supply is just not holding on. I hate admitting it because that feeling of failing is right at the surface. I know that it doesn't mean anything and that I'm still her mom and good enough for her, but it's there.
|Jo loves to wake up and play immediately when at Grammy and Papa's, so she spends most of the morning in her PJ's.|
|Right before church, she was THIS tired.|
|...where she was happy as can be since she got to play instead of sit in the uncomfortable pew.|
|It was an exhausting weekend. For everybody.|
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