We call Beckham “monkey”, “little monkey”, “monkey man”, or “little monkey man” because he loves jumping on his bed. Every morning we find his bouncing away. After a diaper change we bring him in to mommy and daddy’s bedroom and have cuddle time on the bed. It is never really cuddle time because he is determined to stand up, hold onto the headboard, and get back to bouncing.

That is why I thought it was so fitting when Anytime Costumes gave me the opportunity to review their Mischievous Monkey costume.

Beckham looked so cute and like a real monkey jumping on the bed in this cute little costume! Look! He is even throwing the “I Love You” sign.

This cute little costume is available in 6 months- 2T and has a snap leg closure for easy diaper changes. It is a footie bodysuit with a separate hood. The bottoms of the feet have skid-resistant bottoms to keep kids from face planting it on the kitchen floor. The hood has a little monkey face on it, hair, and big ol’ ears. It was a little big on him but the outfit it meant for 12-18 months and he is a small 11 months. He will grow into it. The outfit could easily have some nice warm clothes hidden underneath. It is cute, soft, and quality. It retails for $29.99 and often times Anytime Costumes has a sale.

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Acting like a monkey really wore my little kiddo out. (Thanks Anytime Costumes )

You know I couldn’t resist trying the hood on Max….she loved it Or did she?

Crissa May 13, 2013 Beckham Warner Robertson, Max the Bichorkie, Reviews No Comments

Day 148: Going Home Again

The other day Beckham and I took Max for a walk. Before we left I restocked my poop bags since last time we used our last bag. I like to be a good dog walker. I don’t like when dogs poo in our yard and I imagine others wouldn’t like it if my dog pooed in theirs.

We started the down the street and Max stopped to take a little tinkle. I don’t know what her deal is but she never pees on a walk…just a bunch of little tinkles. Going for a walk must shake the drips right out of her.

We crossed the street and Max stopped to take one more little tinkle. We continued down the road and about a mile later Max walked onto a yard to take another teaspoon sized tinkle.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

What the?! Is that someone knocking on their window at me?

Sure enough! Just as Max started a little, tiny tinkle someone was knocking on their front room window at me. It was as if they were sitting in their living room waiting for my 8 lb. dog to stop on their lawn. She wasn’t pooping…if she was I would have done the right thing and cleaned it up. What do I do when she needs to tinkle? Pull out my dixie cup and catch the pee?

DOGS PEE! GET OVER IT!

I mean what was I supposed to do at this point anyway? Pull her onto the cement and let her pee on the guy’s sidewalk? Even if I pulled her off the pee stream was over. Like I said it was a teaspoon of liquid.

“Max! You can’t pee here!” That is all I could do.

We continued on our way.

Now let me stop and insert this side note. This is a HUGE step for me. The continuing on part. The old me (pre-baby) would have gone up and knocked on that man’s door and let him have it. I would have used some choice words, for sure, and told that man where to go. I like to think that now that I am a mother I am a little less aggressive. (Well, there was that time I got in a fight with the ugly lady at the heart fair…that is a story for another day.)

Back to the story. We were on a new walking path. I didn’t know what streets were through streets…we ended up just turning around to go back. You know what this means?! We had to go right back by the dog watchers house.

Before we got to “THE HOUSE” I kept thinking, “I secretively hope Max has to go poo at that rude man’s house. I just might leave it on his porch for him.” (See, sometimes the old me comes out.) About a street and a half away I could hear a lawn mower. Are your serious?! Is it at “THE HOUSE”?

YUP!

Do I cross the street? No, that would be very noticeable.
Do I just walk on by and flip the guy off? No. Old Crissa tuck your finger away.

I decided I would just walk by. I prepared myself for what witty comeback I would have if he said something to me.
“You know what? I would like to apologize. I am sorry that you have nothing better to do with your life than sit and wait for a dog to stop on your lawn.” (Old Crissa speaking.)
I just decided that I would tell him I brought my poop bags but there was nothing I could do about the little tinkles. Maybe I would end it with, “Next time I will let her pee on your sidewalk instead.” (Shhh, old Crissa!)

I was hoping he just wouldn’t say anything. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with the argument that I would win…I always get the last word in so I knew I would win it. Normally I don’t care about arguments but in my city my hubby knows EVERYONE I swear. My luck I would tell the guy off and then see him at dinner the next night and Adam would tell me he is a big potential donor he has been working on.

I kept my eyes forward, fingers down, and walked by him and this lawn mower. I hoped Max wouldn’t stop to sniff her pee or need to take a break. Instead Max just rubbed it in that guys face. She just walked on his lawn as if to say, “Don’t tell me what to do! I own this lawn.” It was perfect. Nah-ne-nah-ne-boo-boo!

This may be my favorite walking route. I will make sure Max walks on that lawn every time we are going home again. (That is kind of the old Crissa…revised

Crissa April 15, 2013 A Year of Blogging and Journaling Ideas, Max the Bichorkie 2 Comments

Day 142: Lost/Found

Lost: Baby

Found: In the dog kennel

I’ve got your bone Maxi!

Crissa April 2, 2013 A Year of Blogging and Journaling Ideas, Beckham Warner Robertson, Max the Bichorkie No Comments

And now for the outtakes

Crissa March 17, 2013 Beckham Warner Robertson, Family, Max the Bichorkie 2 Comments

It is only 7:30 and Beckham is already out for the count.

Max is a butterfly. She wore this costume last year, and once again she didn’t like it.

Here is what last year looked like at our house:

Crissa October 31, 2012 Beckham Warner Robertson, Funnys, Max the Bichorkie, Video 1 Comment

Day 66: Beware of the…

dog kisses?

Yesterday on the news they told of a new study saying that pooch smooching is a no-no.

“With that innocent little peck, master and pet can exchange harmful mouth bacteria, and that can result in gum disease and tooth decay, for both.” “Last year, researchers took a look at dog owners in Japan and assessed the prevalence of ten human periodontitis related bacteria in their pets. Most strains were detected, two with extremely high frequency. A particular oral microbe that is normally found in dogs, but not humans, was found in 16% of dog owners. those bacteria were found most in those who had close contact relationships with their dogs.”

So what?! We just stop showing our dogs love? We just stop kissing them?

Heck no! I am going to kiss my puppy all the way to the dentist I guess. Nothing is greater than the never ending, unconditional love of a dog. Hasn’t killed me yet. I don’t have any cavities yet.

Will you still kiss dogs?

Crissa October 11, 2012 A Year of Blogging and Journaling Ideas, Beckham Warner Robertson, Max the Bichorkie 1 Comment

Day 51: Stuck in the Middle

Max was once an only child. Now that she has a little brother she tries to be the baby too. She is never mean to B-Dub. She loves to make him smile. Max always loves to give her baby kisses. She even comes and give support in the middle of the night when I get up to feed B. She wants to lay on the foot rest of the recliner and cuddle me while I nurse. It is so sweet.

Remember when I shared with you this cute picture?

Well little Miss Max wanted to get stuck in the middle of that nursing pillow too. Here is where I found her the other day. (not posed! Promise found her there.)

Isn’t she the funniest?! She is like a little human Love you baby girl!

Crissa September 24, 2012 A Year of Blogging and Journaling Ideas, Beckham Warner Robertson, Max the Bichorkie 1 Comment

Michele from Diesel & Juice made a customized pet portrait of Max for a review on Real Moms Real Views. Look how cute it is!

It is seriously amazing! Look at the details:

She did this all by hand. Actually by mouse click. She used Adobe Illustrator to draw the picture. Go here to watch a video of her drawing it. It is unbelievable how she does it.

Also, Diesel & Juice is giving a lucky Real Moms Real View reader an 8×10 custom portrait of their “child”. It is a $225 value!! Go check it out and enter to win!!

Crissa September 13, 2012 Max the Bichorkie, Real Moms Real Views No Comments

Can you believe my little man is 3 months old? Where has the time gone?

Beckham is growing up so fast. It is fun to see all of his little changes.

Now he smiles all the time.

He is starting to laugh, not really giggle, but he is well on his way.
He makes noises all the time.
He has started to test out his Bumbo chair.

He is sleeping wonderfully! He hits the sack about 9:00 and doesn’t wake up until about 6:00. Then he eats and goes back to sleep for an hour or two. Today he didn’t wake up until I woke him up at 10:30! Go B!
He is just starting to love cuddling with soft blankets.
He love to play “scratch a puppy” and Max can’t get enough of her baby. (This picture wasn’t posed I swear!)

He loves to play under his play gym, swing, and kick and punch.
He is great about letting others hold him.
He is a pretty calm child.

He loves seeing his daddy when he gets home from work.
He is the most smiley in the morning.
He loves his new Mickey that Gram gave him.

He loves tub time.
He still smiles at the letter B.
He is discovering his feet. (Every time I tried to take a picture he showed me his feet.)

Happy 3 month birthday Son!

I love you and your happy face!

Can you see how much he has changed?

Crissa September 12, 2012 Beckham Warner Robertson, Max the Bichorkie 3 Comments

Day 34: Looking Forward

Let me just sum the day up in three words…What. A. Day.

OIY! Today has been a rough one. First let me back up to yesterday. Beckham was an ornery pants. We were running around in the morning trying to get everything finished and looking nice for company. (my mom, dad, brother, and sister’s family) Beckham struggled to let us do that. He wanted attention and to be held. I kept waiting for the magical time when he would drift away into dreamland and stay there for about 4 hours. It didn’t happen before my mother, father, and brother showed up. Then there was too much going on for Beckham to want to settle down and take a nice little snooze.

We headed to church. Surely he would sleep there. NOPE! He was a struggler. We ended up leaving early because I was “that parent.” You know, the kind that people without small children start to look at and wonder why they don’t take their child out. I wanted so bad for him to calm down but it didn’t work. Then just as he started acting up I was quickly trying to put a bottle together or grab a diaper to head out. The crying got louder and people started looking. You know it is is bad when even my mother said “You want to go?” ha ha It was bad!

Then my sister’s family came over to dinner…that was before my husband was late returning from picking Diamond Rio up at the airport…he was the griller and therefore dinner was late. Beckham, he was still fussy face. I think he was calm for all of 10 minutes–enough time for me to put together dessert. (Smore’s Treats. YUM!) Then the night finally came to a close about 11:30. I was pooped.

Beckham woke up at 6:45, which isn’t too bad. I feed him and he went back to sleep. Then he woke up at 7:45. Again I fed him and laid back down. 2 minutes later he was up and crying. I calmed him down and put him back in his crib. Before I got back to the bedroom he was crying. I calmed him down in the rocker and he fell asleep on my chest. When I stood up to put him in his crib he woke up. COME ON! I went to my bed, laid him on my chest, and we fell asleep.

At 10:45 my mother came to the bedroom door. We had lunch plans with my sister at noon. I needed to get up so I could get ready. So much for my cardio. BOO! (normally I wouldn’t complain about missing cardio but I am so close to fitting back into my pre-maternity jeans that I am all about the cardio now a day) Beckham still wasn’t asleep yet I knew if I got up he would wake up—but I had to get ready. I got up and put him in his crib. Fingers crossed. I ran to the shower but sure enough he was awake and crying when I got out.

I quickly fed him and had my mom watch him while I threw myself together. We showed up at my sister’s house 3 minutes before she planned on us. GO US! Beckham cried all the way to lunch but finally fell asleep just as my food arrived! Wahoo! For once I get to eat warm food, kind of. I held him half the time so that he would stay asleep, but when I started dropping brown rice on him numerous times I put him in his carrier.

Beckham cried all the way home. I changed his diaper and then we were off to Costco. He cried in Costco so I gave him a bottle as I pushed the cart. Try doing that next time…did I mention it was sample day? (Note: Sample day at Costco equals congested walk ways. That doesn’t make pushing a cart and feeding a baby at the same time very easy.) He cried all the way home. But then, right before arriving home, he fell asleep. QUICK! To Kohls! we did some hopping for the cabin and then make a stop at Shopko. Next, we headed to Target. I quickly picked up some groceries.

As we were checking out the cashier mentioned the pharmacy. Crud! I forgot to pick up my prescription. I ran over and grabbed my prenatals and we headed home. Beckham was still sleeping when we got back so I helped my mom unload the trailer. When we were getting ready to go inside I realized I couldn’t find my diaper bag. I looked everywhere and still, nothing. My mom tried calling my cell phone to see if we could hear it ringing. Nope!

I started to get nervous because my diaper bag is also my purse. It had my wallet in it with a few hundred in cash. It also had my debit and credit cards in there and my cell phone. I must have left it in the cart at Target. My mom took B and I drove back. I looked in the carts in the parking lot but it wasn’t there. I checking by the stall we parked in just in case I left it sitting on the ground. Nothing. I ran in to the customer service desk and sure enough, so honest person turned it in. “I love living in Utah.” (Please note: There are many reasons I don’t want to live in Utah, but honest people is one reason I like living here.)

When I got home Beckham was still asleep so I figured I could make myself a little snack. Go figure, before the snack was made the dang kid woke up. To make it even better, he had a blow out! (I love being a mom. I love being a mom. I love being a mom.) I cleaned him up and fed him and then it was time to repack his diaper bag and head out to the Diamond Rio meet and greet and concert.

We went over to the meet and greet. I thought Beckham was going to fall asleep, but alas, he didn’t. After dropping the stroller off at the car we walked by Max and Marley playing in my MIL’s backyard. “You be a good girl and play at Grandma’s house Maxi!” Then Max quickly climbed up the chicken wire designed to keep her in the backyard and ran over to me. WHAT THE! My little ~~monkey~~ dog just climbed the fence. (Remember when she did that when she was little?) I picked her up, spanked her, (don’t judge!) and put her back in the backyard. We were walking to the concert when I heard her charms jingling on her collar. She had climbed over again and we running after me down the sidewalk. You little…. I gave her to my SIL’s friend who was chasing after her and she said she would put her in the house.

We went over to the concert. I had scouted out seats early and pick ones that were close to the back out the section and on the aisle, for easy access. During Celebrity, an American Idol style voice competition, Beckham dozed off. SWEET! I was going to enjoy the concert. I had been so nervous that he would be a pill through the whole thing and I would miss the one concert I had waited all summer for. Then the opening band came out and his eyes popped open. Okay….he is just hungry and then he will go back to sleep. My mother did a quick diaper change on her lap (I’ve gotta learn that trick) and then I hurried up the hill to find a secret spot to feed him, since he wouldn’t take a bottle.

I returned to my seat with a calm boy. Okay….intermission. He just needs to go back to sleep.

“Ladies and Gentleman, Diamond Rio!”

WHAAAA!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA!!!!!

NOOOOOO!!!! Beckham was screaming! I mean screaming! I quickly tried to grab my Udder Cover and a bottle (just in case he decided boob wasn’t what he wanted) and headed back up the hill. He wouldn’t eat. He just screamed. So we stood at the top of the hill and rocked back and forth. I wanted to see the concert and this kid was ruining it for me. Then he has a wet diaper so he cried some more. So we ran down to my seat, grabbed the wipes and a diaper and ran back up. Did a switch-a-roo and swayed at the top of the hill some more. Man! After holding an 11 lbs kid for 60 miutes your arms start to, well, KILL! On the last song, Beckham fell sleep. Go figure.

After the concert was over I put him in his carrier and packed up all of his belongings. We started heading out but stopped by Adam to say a quick “good job honey!” Unfortunately we saw people he know. (I won’t say who because I am about to rant.) They started going “OOOO! Look at him! He is getting so big. He is so cute.” blah blah blah Not that this is bad but they were touching him and rubbing his arms. Someone please explain to me why when someone sees a baby sleeping they want to touch the baby and try to get him to wake up! Help me understand the reasoning behind it! GRRRR! Anyway, you guessed it–Beckham woke up. !@#$ %^&* @$&* You can fill those in for yourself

Once home, I bathed my kid, fed him and put him in bed. FINALLY! Now that it is 11:45 I finally have silence! I ran to my computer to type this blog…and I have one more for RMRVs.

As I am typing Adam comes home.

*Kiss* “Hi Honey. Did you enjoy the concert?”
“Yup.”
“Thanks for coming. How was your day?”
“Fine.”
“What are you doing?”
“Blogging.”
“Are you mad at me or do you just want me to leave you alone?”
“Just leave me alone.”
“What are you blogging about?”
Bugged I look at him. “I am writing on my blog. Then I have one for Real Moms Real Views.”
“What did you do today?”
Seriously? I just answered the question with leave me alone. “I woke up at 10:45. Got ready. Went to Rumbi. Went to Costso, Kohls, Shopko, and Target. Came home. Fed Beckham and then went to the concert.”
“Oh. What’s wrong?”
“You just asked me if I wanted you to leave me alone and when I said yes you are still here.” (Okay, I was rude, but I was honest.)
“Oh. I am going to shower.”

WHAT. A. DAY.

I am looking forward to a few things.
#1. I am looking forward to the time when Beckham gets on a schedule and stays on a schedule for more than a few days. Every time he gets on a schedule I get really excited and then a day like the last two happen. GRRR!
#2. I am looking forward to being pregnant again. Now before you say, “WHAT!?” let me explain. When you are pregnant, you have no brain. Seriously. It is like the baby you are growing inside you is sucking everything out of your brain. You can’t remember anything. I can’t wait to be pregnant again for the shear fact that when I leave my diaper bag some where I have an excuse for being an idiot.
#3. I am looking forward to enjoying a concert again. I just want to sit and enjoy it. I don’t want to make a baby dance to the music. I don’t want to make a bottle to shut my child up so people stop staring. I don’t want to stand the entire time at the back of the hill. I want to sit up front, sing loud, and clap with both hands.
#4. I am looking forward to sleeping through the night and not waking up until 10:00.
#5. I am looking forward to eating warm food and eating without holding a child.
#6. I am looking forward to a day when I don’t snap at my hubby when he is just trying to be kind.

OIY! I need a spa day!

OKAY! Reality check. It is 12:50, I need to write another blog, get to sleep, wake up in 2 hours to feed the kid, wake up at 6 AM so I can workout (can’t miss two days in a row), get ready, and then make the 2 hour drive to Bluebell. Life is….great.

Crissa August 28, 2012 A Year of Blogging and Journaling Ideas, Beckham Warner Robertson, Life, Max the Bichorkie, Memories No Comments