Mother of the year, I am not

We have stayed really busy lately, which will include the stories of why I will not be up for mother of the year.  For starters, patience is not one of my strengths, but I try.  I was, after all, born a Swilley :) The stress of moving and such does not help.  But that is not the main reason for the title of the blog.  But first, some other pictures.

We (the girls) all got hats recently and wore them on a walk.  I put Zoey's on after putting her in the carrier and Nick neglected to notice her face was covered.  It does not help that she likes to chew on the hat straps (along with anything else she can get in her mouth).

 Look, there is a baby in there :)

Zoey is a perpetual motion machine.  She does not like to sit still, she really wiggles when you hold her and can move like an inchworm or via rolling when on the floor.  And she grabs everything.  But she also does not like to be left in the jumparoo or exersaucer long, so that makes meal times rough.  Either I have to listen to her cry or try and eat with one hand while trying to prevent disasters.  The other day we went to Baskin Robbins with our new moms club and I was trying to clean Sam's hands.  In the 2 seconds I was leaning, Zoey grabbed my Sundae and threw it to the floor.  I had only has 3 bites :(  But, she is a sweetie and a constant flirt, even if she is a challenge to keep happy at times.  She just loves attention and we, ok I, may have spoiled her a bit.

I could not pick which of these was cuter, so I posted both.

She does jumparoo some, but much more limited than Sam did.  And often will end up crying and jumping unless you sit right with her.

Sam wrote foot all on her own with the example in the corner.

Now on to the sad stories.  We went to a club even that involved cooking pancakes.  Another mom took Zoey so I could help Sam.  She added her toppings to the cup of batter and I was putting the container down and she was pouring batter on a skillet in the back, she dipped her hand down too far and got a nasty burn on her wrist.  I felt awful.  She of course cried, and when I got her calmed down, tearfully proclaimed, "I will never cook again!"  You can see the evidence in the picture below, taken at one of our favorite restaurants, the red elephant.

That day was followed by a trip to the local splash park to make pizza box smores.  She proceeded to fall and cut her knee and later bumped her head.  I do not have pictures of that day, but we went back the next day and I snapped a few.

She did really enjoy the splash park, even with the injuries the first day.

Nick flew to Atlanta yesterday and is driving down a truck of some furniture my parents are giving us and some of their stuff to store.  So I have been on my own since we dropped him off in Orlando yesterday.  Last night I took Sam to McDonalds since she had been good.  After eating, I let her play.  I sat to see the big structure and did not move when she went to the toddler area.  She was playing and all of a sudden started sobbing, some bigger kid had punched her in the arm.  What a week she has had!  Hopefully we can go injury free for a bit.

More evidence below, look what we let her play with :)  This is the water gun we spray the dogs with when they bark.

Zoey jumping.

Sam spraying.

This week will be eventful as well.  Sam has swimming lessons this week.  We found a lady who says she can work with even difficult kids, and I think Sam will give her a run for her money since she hates getting her face wet and can be very dramatic.  Sam also starts school on Wednesday and is already talking about crying for a few days.  Wish us luck!

Another funny story from Sam.  The other day we were talking about what she would be when she grew up.  She said she wants to be a mommy.  I said you can be a mommy and something else and she said, just a mommy.  I said what are you going to go to college for, then.  She said, I am going to learn how to be a mommy.  I think the duh was implied in her tone :)  It used to be that she said she wanted to be a veterinarian.  Only the future will tell, but I do hope she goes to college.