Sentences with phrase «baby things in»

It took a full 10 days for this nail polish to start showing signs of wear, and I have my hands in water all the time, whether it's in the bath almost every night, or constantly washing baby things in the sink.

As Viv came along, I tried to approach baby things in the same way.

And as she drove up the street with our baby things in tow, something significant happened in Merryn's heart:

Not exact matches

And, believe me, I know how hard this «hands - off» approach can be when it's your baby and when you find yourself biting your tongue because you might have done a bunch of things in different ways.

Second, the baby steps already made by all three major companies, in which users are asked to pay monthly or annual fees for things like storage or accessing music online, will only increase.

There's no such thing as a bad time to quit Facebook, a website that takes 40 minutes per day of its average user's productive time in exchange for access to other people's badly composed baby photos and half - baked political opinions.

They responded with much gusto, recommending their must - have baby items that have saved them from tears, sweat, and frustration, in addition to dishing on the things you shouldn't bother putting on your registry.

They answered this question in the survey: Have the Baby Boomers made things better or worse for your generation?

26 things holding Canada back By CB Staff and contributors August 03, 2012 From our appalling performance in online retail to the way we gouge air travellers to our slacker attitude to baby - making, here's our list of 26 Canadian problems we need to confront now.

In fact, these days, the students are more quickly becoming the teachers as companies going through the millennial workplace revolution are getting their 18 to 35 - year - old employees to teach generation Xers and baby boomers a thing or two about integrating tools like social media and crowd sourcing into their modus operandi.

«The worst thing we did in the 70's was give women the idea they can have careers and babies at the same time.»

And, with researchers predicting a 42 percent increase in chronic disease cases by 2023 — not to mention the 10,000 baby boomers turning 65 every day for the next 13 years — things may get worse before they get better.

After all, if baby boomers hate one thing, it's being boxed in.

I think its bullshit that marisa takes flack for little things like a nursery in her office for her baby when dudes like jeff immelt literally had a chase plane flying around with shareholder money (a private jet following the CEO's private jet in reserve for parts).

When she is asked what she hopes for in her life, Ms. Xiao, an upwardly mobile member of a two career family making about 60,000 RMB / year (approximately $ 10,000), wants the same things we all want: good health for her family, a steady and challenging job, a better life for her 16 - month old baby than she had.

Regarding the demographics, it is true that the «Baby Boom» generation drove a burst of mutli - household construction in 1970s and 80s, and single family in the nineties, but in absolute numbers, since the U.S. Population has grown from 200 million to 315 million, there should be, all things being equal, a demand at least equal the that which existed in 1970s and 80s for housing.

Nations like China and the U.K. have been somewhat more lenient on this issue than the United States (the U.K. paved the way for three - parent babies to combat devastating genetic disorders back in 2016), but most things involving even a whiff of genetic engineering still come with a fair bit of bioethical controversy.

Why just the atheists... and by the way, why not just go to your local maternity ward in your hospital... all of those babies are atheists... they haven't learned a thing about your god, or any of the other thousands of gods.

In news that is only news because it seems to be the only thing anyone, anywhere is talking about today, the royal baby is here and he is a boy.

I do this not by keeping the carpet vacuumed, the clothes ironed, and the baby on her nap schedule» although I'd prefer to do those things, too» but by radiating love, joy, and gratitude, particularly to my husband, who would give us everything if he could but who is limited right now to giving us countless uncomplaining diaper changes, lots of playtime in the backyard, and a delicious nightly menu of grilled meats.

But then again, God also loves to give babies AIDS and do other terrible things, so I suppose it's just all in a days work to him.

Anyone who has spent even a part a day in a Children's Genetics Clinic knows the horrible things that happen to perfectly innocent babies and families, and how all this «intelligent design» goes WAY bad.

I thought I grew out of the flags and the happy - clappy Jesus - is - my - boyfriend songs, that I was too wise and smart for such sentimental things but in my maturity now I want to shout out hallelujah and fling myself to the ground prostrate, in gratitude for dirt and little boys, for babies and the lines around my eyes, for Johnny Cash and pine trees at dusk, for the taste of cold water and the vineyard, for the piano and the ones from among us who stand to lead us out into the day singing.

It's a combination of a few things that are real: the baby won't sleep, I have four children and there aren't enough hours in the day for everything to get done, I have obligations...

An article is due, Brian returns to work, tinies will make a mess of Legos and dress - up clothes in their playroom, the little jumperoo - baby - thing is perched on the kitchen floor, we'll have leftovers tonight.

In praise of a quiet house with tinies playing outside and a baby taking her naps as God and her mother intended, of street hockey and texts from friends, of refusing to do a single thing that could be construed as productive.

I did the right thing by the baby by murdering it because it would have wanted to die instead of being unwanted in life?

You can not possibly believe that Liberals (which I'm happy to say I'm socially liberal and fiscally conservative) are baby killers?!? I have many conservative and many liberal friends — all highly educated — and NOT ONE view abortion as a form of contraception or in any way a good thing.

No sympathy, no fear stroking or babying, God speaks out of the storm to remind us that at the end of all things and in the beginning of all things He alone is God.

This huge, blue planet is in existance just so we can be born, live, make a living, have a baby, then die... no connection, no spirit, no soul, no more appreciating the beauty around us, no more being astounded at the improbabilities, no more being amazed at the wonders of life... because none of that has any meaning any more, it's just a bunch of junk that happened accidently... who cares, we're just all going to fade away into nothingness... become one with the dirt, because we are actually no better than the dirt... I don't know about you, but I'm depressed now... but then that's what's great about our country, you can choose to believe or... not... in this... country... that has... no particular meaning... in the grand scheme of thngs... oh, yeah, that's right there is no «grand scheme of things»... so never mind.

I mostly hear about the «will of God,» however, when people are considering why a baby drowned in a swimming pool and that kind of thing.

It's a combination of a few things that are real: the baby won't sleep, I have four children and there aren't enough hours in the day for everything to get done, I have obligations and duties and work and requirements demanding all of my attention and my time just like everyone else — trust me, I'm no special snowflake.

I was spinning in our tiny pink kitchen, with a baby on my hip, and this is still my favourite thing in the world to be their mother.

I don't think playing dolls is an inherently «girlie» thing to do but the truth remains that my daughter — who didn't like playing «mama» to her doll babies in the least — wanted to play Barbies.

I want to abandon my online life, delete Facebook, but first I want you to see this cute picture I took of my baby standing up, and like the proverbial tree in the forest, will you know I exist if I don't tweet about things I» m reading and thinking and doing?

16,000 babies are born early in the United States because of a little tiny thing called PM 2.5: Particle matter 2 and a half nitron soot.

Mark Twain candidly observed in Answers to Correspondents that «a soiled baby, with a neglected nose, can not be conscientiously regarded as a thing of beauty.»

Kingsley in his 1863 book for children, The Water - Babies, put these words into the mouth of Mother Carey, a personification of nature:» [A] nyone can make things, if they will take time and trouble enough; but it is not everyone who, like me, can make things make themselves» (231).

I don't know if it was the hormones or what, but I remember crying in the pool on the last day because it was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen: people of different shapes and sizes and backgrounds and ages and races and religions, all of us in the public pool with the babies we loved, looking ridiculous for their little sakes, utterly and entirely here for this parenting gig.

In this elaborate, visually striking sequence, Lenny Belardo (played by Jude Law) crawls from under a pile of sleeping babies, wakes up from this dream, gets dressed, goes out to address his papacy saying — as he later puts it — outrageous things to the crowd, then gets excommunicated, only to wake up and realize this is yet another dream.

This society is so hung up on naked breasts that they find breastfeeding repulsive, when in fact it is the most natural thing for a baby and mother.

If what you interpret Paul as saying is that before creating all the myriad galaxies and star systems God decided that They would put some humans on the third planet from an insignificant star on a little arm of a middling galaxy and that the first hominids chosen role would be to perform pretty much to spec and do something silly and rebellious (arguably without sufficient information as to consequences for themselves and their off spring, oh, and for serpents) and cause affront to the tripartite godhead warranting separation of Gods grace from all their offspring; then we are left with people being chosen from way back before the Big Bang to do some terrible things like killing babies or betraying Jesus who was chosen on the same non date (time didn't exist before creation) to die in a fairly nasty fashion and thereby appease the righteous wrath of himself and his fellow Trinitarians by paying a penalty as a substitute for all future sins (of believers?)

This approach would call foul on all sorts of things: Moses wielding a sword but not a staff; Moses being chatty but Aaron having almost no lines; Moses killing lots of people and fighting in the Egyptian army; no «staff - to - snake» scene; no repeated utterances of «let my people go»; no «baby Moses in the Nile» scene; and every other deviation the film takes from the narrative in Exodus 1 - 14.

I had given away all of our old baby things from the first three tinies, only hanging onto the few keepsakes that survived the torrent of three - babies - in - four - years before the surprise of you.

Few things capture my heart like women being empowered to give birth to their babies, nurse them, and raise them in dignity.

All I can see is the next word, the next post, the next prayer, the next Sunday, the next bit of wafer and wine, the next story, the next need, the next comment, the next baby bird to jump out of that nest in our carport, the next nudge of the Spirit, the next puzzle, the next question, the next random thing that nettles my brain and screams WRITE!

But the feeling is not only that, God made the women body to adapt to the men body, like a puzzle, if you force a piece to enter it will distort the image right it is the same things for your body, sex does not only mean baby, but it is only when you join with a compatible body that it is not a sin, God is the best doctor because he made your body, only he know the result in your body and he is also your Father, who's father do not want this child healthy or happy, or better the night thinks even if it is not your fault «why does my child as to suffer all this, and walk in the difficult road».

I have it on my Gigantic List of Things To Finish Before Baby Arrives so I'll take one for the team and watch a lot of Doctor Who in a bit here.

And more: this sign of hiddenness points to the fact that the reality of truth and love, the reality of God himself, is not found in the world of things but beyond it, in the sphere of a new order that this tiny baby was ushering in.

I loved the songs we sang loud and I loved the sight of the tinies standing on risers, flinging their arms around with the action songs, beside their friends, I loved my baby in my arms, and I loved us all in some supernatural thing of wholeness and connection.