Day 5. Love to Hate. I love, love, love my little guys. I love it that they need a hug from me when they fall down and scrape their knee. I love it that my 2-year-old calls me "Ba Ba" instead of "Mama." I love it when 5-year-old gives me a kiss and tells me that I'm the cutest Mommy.

But boy, does it irk me when they pick their scabs. Over and over. Again and again.

I've tried putting Band-Aids over the freshly picked area, but somehow, they find another sweet spot to scratch at. I just can't win.

I should take stock in Neosporin and Band-Aids.

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