The Moores in Real Life: Why Me?

My Monday last week was comedic.

Like, something straight out of a movie that you can't stop laughing at because man, that character has some bad luck!

Only this time I was the character, and I was not laughing.

Most of my posts I try ot keep on the happier side but guys, there was nothing happy about this! 

Ha, enjoy my ridiculous Monday ;)

I had possibly the hardest time falling asleep the night before.

 I think I may have fallen asleep sometime around 2:30am after plotting ways to terrorize our insane upstairs neighbor that can't seem to get a clue that we can hear her every move. 

Even at 2am.

After getting SO close to standing on our bed and banging on the ceiling to let her know that I was at this point, furious, there was finally silence.

Ahhh sweet silence.

Around 5am Oaklyn started screaming.

Of course.

I fed her, unwillingly, but I fed her.

I crawled back in bed and fell asleep so fast only to be woken up by our neighbor. Again. At 6:30 am.

LADY! YOU GOT 4 HOURS OF SLEEP!

What on earth are you doing?

She continued to stomp around for about an hour.

I fall back asleep.

I hear Oaklyn screaming.

Look at phone, it's 8am.

Here we go, happy Monday!

I bring Oaklyn in bed with me in hopes that maybe, just maybe she'll actually snuggle.

HA! Just the opposite. She starts scratching my face, crawling all over me, trying to fly off the bed, etc...

Okay fine let's go eat breakfast.

Oaklyn grabs her bowl of oatmeal while I had walked over to the fridge and dumps the whole bowl on herself. Perfect.

I grab my baby caked in Oatmeal and grab a bottle from the fridge. I close the door and it snags my big toe.

It hurt SO bad I fell to the floor crying, with Oaklyn in my arms.

I look down and there was already a pool of blood on the floor.

Oaklyn is now crying and smells like poop.

I go change her and get ready to put her down for a nap with a bloody toe that is killing me.

I put her in her crib after she had practically rubbed her eyes off.

"Oh good, she must be exhausted!"

I walk out the door. Cue screams.

She finally falls asleep and I just lay on my bed.

"It's only 11am. Is the day over yet?"

I get ready for the day and try to fit in some blogging work.

Oaklyn wakes up at 11:45...

"You have got to be kidding me!"

She wouldn't stop crying so I go in to see if she's still hungry only to hear stomping from above.

Of course, our neighbor woke her up.

She wouldn't go back down so I gave up and take her to the kitchen.

She was fussing over EVERYTHING and I just wanted to curl up and sleep.

I set Oaklyn near some toys and text my mom, "Sometimes I really wish we lived closer to you."

She of course let me know she would've taken Oaks in a heartbeat and I just wanted to buy a plane ticket right then and there.

The rest of the day was filled with me tripping over the stroller in the grocery store parking lot, a whole lot of crying from Oaklyn, a swollen toe, a bloody nose for Oaklyn, a big stain of baby food on my white shirt, and a HUGE sigh of relief when Hunter came home.

Days like last Monday make me want to wish these young married, young parenting, condo living days away.

Thank goodness the rest of the week was much better and I was able to remember that this life I'm living is in fact much more joyful than that one Monday was.

Some days are the worst, some days aren't anything to remember, but most days I really do feel so blessed to be alive.

So even though this post was not my happiest, let's all get a laugh out of my "real life" Monday.

All my love,

Aleigh Joy

0

The Moores in Real Life: A diaper explosion

I saw a quote somewhere the other day about social media and how it can really make others feel down on themselves. 

It is so true that you only really see the good parts in everyone's day on social media.

It's the worst when your day isn't exactly going as planned and then you see your favorite stars or even friends with the best pictures having the most fun.

But what we missed was what led up to that picture.

They could've had to fight their kids to even take the picture, they may have gotten to church 20 minutes late because who knows what happened, the kitchen could be a complete mess but all you see is the corner of clean house in the picture, etc...

I'm guilty of this.

Very guilty actually.

Sometimes I'll post a picture and laugh to myself like "oh if only everyone knew that Oaklyn would not stop screaming right before this was taken." But my caption says something along the lines of "beautiful day with my darling baby!" and no one will ever know...

So, I decided to start a new series on this blog. 

It may not occur every week and it might be on different days, but I will be sharing the "real" of our lives amidst the fashion posts, reviews, recipes, and other posts that were pretty darn staged ;)

My first "real life" post is going to be on our Tuesday night this week. 

Ha, I'm already laughing to myself just thinking back to it.

Hunter had an intramural basketball game that Oaklyn and I went to go watch.

We were late, like really late, because Oaklyn was refusing a nap that I thought she really needed to take.

I finally gave up and left only to make it for like 10 minutes of Hunter playing.

Oh well, at least I got out of the house.

Since I knew I would be going later than Hunter, we took two separate cars. 

Hunter put Oaklyn in her car seat. She was already crying.

He said goodbye to us and we were on our way.

Now Oaklyn is screaming.

We get home and I stick Oaks in her bumbo to give her some dinner while also making cookies and cleaning up from our dinner.

She seemed happy as could be and I was able to get everything done I needed to. 

All of a sudden Hunter looks at me, "EW! did you toot? It stinks!"

I let him know I didn't ha and said "maybe it was Oaklyn."

Oaklyn is currently on day 11 of explosive diarrhea.

Talk about gross. I think you can see where this story is going...

The smell left for the most part and we continued on.

Oaklyn started to get fussy and was trying to get out of the bumbo.

"Hold on baby, I'm almost done with the dishes."

I was thinking she was just really tired because she didn't take an afternoon nap.

I finished the dishes and picked Oaks up. It took me two seconds to see that she was in fact the reason there was a terrible smell.

She pooped.

Like, all over.

It was up her back, down her legs, up her stomach, and pouring out of every inch of the diaper.
She was wearing SUCH a cute outfit and being the mom that I am my first thought may or may not have been "great another ruined outfit."
We've gone through several this week...

No wonder she was trying to get out of the bumbo...

I took her pants off and suddenly felt dizzy.

"Hunter, you need to take her, I think I'm going to throw up."

It really was that bad.

He grabbed her and started making gagging noises when he saw her diaper and everything leaking out of it.

We made a plan.

We would take off the diaper, put it in a plastic bag, and quickly transfer her to the running water in the kitchen sink so that the water could clean her for us.

Hunter took her shirt off and was holding her under her arms as she stood on the counter.

I undid the diaper straps and the diaper dropped in the grocery bag.

I really almost threw up at this point.

It was SO bad!

So, picture Hunter and I making gagging noises looking at each other with terrified faces all while Oaklyn just stands there on the counter like "What guys? You do it too..."

Hunter immediately put her in the running water in the sink and turned his head so he couldn't see the poop going down the drain.

Sick.

He looked back at her and noticed some of it wasn't coming off.

He was still holding Oaklyn under her arms and she was still just staring at us so confused.

I took the sprayer and sprayed the rest off all while making gagging noises still because EW this was a BAD diaper!

Oaklyn started giggling at the feeling of the sprayed water on her naked skin and it definitely lightened the mood.
Hunter and I looked at each other and laughed a little amidst the chaos of a veryy poopy baby.

Once it all appeared to be off her skin we plugged the drain and let her splash around in the sink happy as a clam.

I took the diaper outside to get rid of it forever, pinching my nose so I wouldn't smell the terrible stench.

After it was all said and done, Hunter and I just looked at each other laughing and said "oh the joys of parenthood."

We then gave each other a high five because it may have taken two of us to get her all clean but we got it done and didn't get any on us ha!

Our little baby was just splashing away in the sink and we stood there in the kitchen laughing and playing with her.

I couldn't help but think to myself, "This. This is my real life. And, it is so hilariously, imperfectly perfect."

Now excuse me while I go figure out why Oaklyn is yet again fighting a nap...

All my love,

Aleigh Joy

1