Sentences with phrase «back in your bed in»

I mention this because Daddy and I occasionally pop Baby E back in his bed in the morning to play while we get in a few more minutes of snuggling.

Not exact matches

Woodside Petroleum is hoping to win state government backing for a new 700 - bed fly - in, fly - out camp at Karratha, after selecting a consortium led by Multiplex and Compass Group to build, own and operate the facility.

Analytica say this feature alone could save Hospitals thousands of dollars in lost nurse time by avoiding the need for multiple return visits to a patient's bed to check if the medicine has passed through the drip before turning it back on again.

I just wanted to crawl back in bed... I just wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear.

I would have an almost queen - size bed in the back (they can't call it a full queen - size bed because the curves of the Airstream demand pleasing curves along the mattress, and the rounded corners disqualify), and Miguel would sleep up front on a really soft, fake - leather couch that converted to a double bed.

After two and a half years of a cramped existence defined largely by the pain in his back and arms — he says he used to lie in bed for hours pressing a spot on his forearm, imagining he had a button there that could shut the pain off — Rahimi is largely pain free.

«Staring back at me, wearing my clothes, sitting in my bed, is a stranger.

In the body of the e-mail, Yaffe wrote «Just wanted to follow - up with you and put this to bed ASAP... In a perfect world would love to have you wire him back $ 170,000 and gift him 15,000 shares of Retrophin stock and that would fulfill the note obligation and more importantly doing the right thing and manning up as we spoke about.»

And, dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom!?!»

«It's time to put the bed back in church and God back in the bed because God is the one that thought sex up,» says Ed Young, senior pastor of Fellowship Church.

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«I might get thousands of compliments while I am here in Europe on this tour and I will be in front of large crowds of people and they will clap and cheer and adore me, but when I go to bed at night, I give it back to God.»

By ignoring the Sunday morning wake - up call for church and turning over in bed, we are turning our back on Our Lord Jesus Christ, and His gift to us of His Body and Blood.

Joy asked where I wanted to deliver as we were right by my bed but I wanted to be back in the water as the contractions were more manageable there.

So tonight, we'll eat take - out on the couch while our babies sleep in their beds and the owls swoop in our forest out back and we talk about the future and what we want to do and then you will ask me if I'd like to watch Jimmy Fallon tonight and I will say yes.

We put the tinies to bed in broad daylight and settled onto our back deck, facing the forest.

15 In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, while they slumber on their beds, 16 then he opens the ears of men and terrifies them with warnings, 17 that he may turn man aside from his deed and conceal pride from a man; 18 he keeps back his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by the sworIn a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, while they slumber on their beds, 16 then he opens the ears of men and terrifies them with warnings, 17 that he may turn man aside from his deed and conceal pride from a man; 18 he keeps back his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by the sworin a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, while they slumber on their beds, 16 then he opens the ears of men and terrifies them with warnings, 17 that he may turn man aside from his deed and conceal pride from a man; 18 he keeps back his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by the sword.

Don't hold back, Lay with three in the artists bed.

I stand back and look at the Bible tumping Right whose actions scream un-Christian and it is interesting how CNN and its ilk just ignore their behavior, I wonder why — in bed with FOX right?

STONER»S PRAYER Now I pass out into sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Grant no other stoner take My weed and bong before I wake Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymoin thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymoin the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymoin my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - AnonymoIn a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymous

You're a product of the Catholic church's brainwashing (who have been «in bed» with government and the money - handlers going back centuries.

When I was coming back to our bedroom I saw myself sleeping in my bed before my astral body entered my material body.

And I also know that by 2:42 a.m. when all has been restored and babies are sleeping again and the window is cracked open for a bit of fresh air, when we are back in our bed and quietly groaning at how over-the-puking-thing we both are by now, it's then, when he reaches out for me and moves the hair back off my neck before resting his calloused hands on the baby still growing within me, when the baby rolls up against his palm, and he whispers, «hey, you» quietly, it's in that moment that I think the love we make or find or reimagine at the unexpected moments is still the sweetest.

Milne responds by raising his glass and toasting the end of a system of «arch dukes and top hats» who led millions of young men to the slaughter while they slept in warm beds back in England.

My husband Dan went in for a check - up the other day, and came back with strict instructions from his doctor to eat a bowl of ice cream before bed every night.

A home owner in Texas shot and killed his neighbor's gardener who was cleaning a flower bed under a window... The neighbor said he thought the gardener was trying to rob the house... Under the laws in Texas it is legal to kill someone if you think you, or someone else is in danger... this covers property to... The Governor even spoke up in support of the shooter... He was not charged with shooting another man in the back... and killing him... where is common sense... How many innocent people are killed by guns...

He thus secured for himself a most miserable bed; for hard pea - stalks lay in humps under his head, the cross with the sharp nails stuck into his back, his arms were locked fast in bonds, the horsehair undergarment was round his loins, and the cloak too was heavy and the door hard.

Sigh... if it weren't midnight, and I wasn't heading to off to bed knowing I'll be up every two hours all night long with my baby daughter, I might do a little more in terms of backing up my idealistic, Polly - Anna comments.

I recall, back in the early 1970s, a lot of self - disciplined formality, emphasized by starched aprons and even - more - starched nurses» caps, iron beds inherited from the wartime army, tightly made up with white sheets and gray blankets, and thick cups of tea in the recovery room afterwards.

Back when I associated myself with a specific denomination, I spent many a Sunday morning in bed... we used to call ourselves «Mattress Methodists.»

Waking up fairly early, knowing I'm going to see light from sunrise to sunset, a challenging class of yoga, cycle to brunch and finding a spot in the sun somewhere outside, walking through a new part of London, meeting friends in the evening for a catch up, cooking a new dish back home and then a cup of fennel tea before bed.

You've gotten through two days of early alarms, sleepy cups of coffee, wobbling ankles in heels at 6:30 am (me every morning), and early work calls that just make you want to crawl back into bed with the covers over your head.

In my mind, I'm one of those people that wakes up, makes a leisurely breakfast, goes back to bed to eat it while sipping coffee and flipping through a magazine.

I get to wake up in my own comfy bed, without an aching back.

We've been sleeping more than usual (I actually went to bed with Matthew at 7 pm earlier this week, waking only long enough to scarf down a tiny bowl of pasta for dinner before drifting off to la - la - land again), eating our collective weight in local ice cream, and touring small, nearby towns in the afternoons before heading back to the cottage for happy hour snack time.

Add on some fresh fruit and hop back in bed for a serious breakfast in bed situation that won't disappoint!

I set in the refrigerator overnight for the second rise (after shaping) and took them out quite early and went back to bed!

Once upon a time, I would wake up in the summer, eat a leisurely breakfast complete with newspaper reading, work out, and go back to bed.

Chase was first to wake so I set him up in the family room with a cartoon while I headed back to bed.

I agree with Elizabeth, stick it in the fridge and keep it cool, apply before bed, and put back in the fridge.

We got dressed in the dark and for a moment I climbed back in to bed, still so warm.

Not in the «I'm ready to crawl back in bed» way, but just a satisfied, full of energy, kind of way.

If I want breakfast in bed, I either need to fall asleep with a muffin on my bedside table (worse foods have been left there, believe me) or I need to get up, make it myself, then walk back to my bed.

It went with me on the subway to work and back, and in bed with me when I'd settle in for the night...

back to sundays, breakfast in bed and pancake recipes.

I'm back on the tea bandwagon before bed every night and this has been a delicious way to wind down in the evening.

I love getting up to make breakfast just to craw back in bed after with a cup of coffee - or prosecco if you're feeling frisky.

For weekend mornings, I highly recommend doing as I do, and popping your taters in the oven while you head back to bed with a good book and a cup of coffee for forty - five minutes or so, while they begin to manifest their sweet, oozy, fragrant deliciousness.

If you're laying in bed scrolling on your phone right now, get up before you accidentally fall back asleep.

There's nothing quite like waking up to the smell of pancakes and then snuggling back in bed with them.