Sentences with phrase «of little arms»

A little robe keeps them cozy, soaks up the extra water, and keeps the sun off of little arms, legs, and other exposed skin.

Just the sound of his breathing and the touch of his little arm around my neck is priceless.

I love the vibrant colours in this tie, and I think that with the addition of a little arm candy, the tie looks fresh and fun as opposed to overly masculine.

Not exact matches

(That little theory proves a lack of blood flow will definitely impair judgment; back then my scrawny arms couldn't have filled out the tightest of shirtsleeves.)

In response to such forces, Disney shrank its film - productions arm to focus on family - oriented titles — concepts at little risk of dying from loneliness.

Because of this «bit of a hiccup» in cash flow, «we needed a little shot in the arm.»

While running a little - known lender, Commercial Credit, Weill piled on brokerages (Smith Barney and the retail arm of Drexel Burnham Lambert), investment banks (Salomon Brothers and Shearson Lehman, which he bought back from AmEx), and insurers (Primerica and Travelers, the latter of which names the company ultimately kept).

Technology is always striving to be just that little bit better, parents are exhausted by an arms race of activities and engagement, and workers, fearing a perpetually droopy economy and the specter of competition from abroad, are bombarded with never - ending pressure to be more productive, efficient and ever connected.

Babybjorn carriers strive to promote a design in all their carriers to ensure free movement for the arms and legs of your little one.

Despite indications of deep cuts in the Pentagon's budget, given that this is an election year, there is little doubt that the House Armed Services Committee will approval all, or nearly all, of the money.

When you spread your arms and say «look how beautiful everything is, it MUST be the work of GOD», just remember that your outspread arms are also including all the people who are being victimized (including little children) that very second in the world, some within a very close distance of you probably.

When Jannine Ebenso answered the call of God to serve in Nigeria with The Leprosy Mission, little did she know that armed robbery and sexual assault at gunpoint lay ahead.

I began to turn slowly with her in my arms, swaying, both of us quietly singing a little off - key.

So he always says that it's one of the favourite sights of his life, the sight of the little babies we've made pressed against me in the morning, laying in white cotton sheets, my shirt all askew, and he wraps his arms around us both.

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But right now I want a bath and a pint of Guinness, I want to sit beside the man cradling our last little baby in his strong arms and lean my head into his shoulder, memorize this exact moment, I want to stay here in this pause for just a while longer.

I always get a little nervous when I encounter a bunch of theologians arguing over the meaning of the gospel, each armed with his own sophisticated definition of it.

For then, little by little, we shall see the universal horror lose something of its rigidity, and begin to smile upon us, and finally gather us into its superhuman arms.

I am not ashamed because there are all these little mustards seeds scattered across our broken, shameful world, some of them just now swelling and splitting underneath the dark soil; others breaking through the surface with a garish flash of green; others meandering toward the sun, desperate for light or rain or some sort of trellis; others growing slow and steady into tall shade tress with limbs like arms wide open to the world, welcoming the birds of the air to nest in their branches.

In the background of the photo was a scattering of huts constructed from crates and shreds of canvas, and on all sides barren earth; but in the foreground was a little girl, extremely pretty, dressed in tatters, but with her arms outspread, a look of delight upon her face, dancing.

Although this refers to ancient Simeon taking the Christ - child in his arms, it always brings to my mind a little boy riding on the shoulders of his grandfather and guiding him by pulling now one ear, now the other.

The Hertz approach had little compet - ition until 1981, when the Union of American Hebrew Congregations, the official arm of Reform Judaism, published its own Torah commentary.

The armed extremist group Boko Haram, which roughly translates to «Western Education is Sin,» claimed responsibility for these mass kidnappings and threatened to sell these young girls for as little as $ 12 into sex slavery or forced «marriages» to members of their group.

The «Father» of the Nation, being the United States of America is quoted saying; «The General is sorry to be informed — , that the foolish and wicked practice of profane cursing and swearing, a vice heretofore little known in an American army, is growing into a fashion; — he hopes the officers will, by example as well as influence, endeavor to check it, and that both they and the men will reflect that we can have little hope of the blessing of Heaven on our arms, if we insult it by impiety and folly; added to this, it is a vice so mean and low, without any temptation, that every man of sense and character detests and despises it.»

A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, And poverty will come upon you like a vagabond, and want like an armed man.

When I visited Amanda in Hyderabad back in 2006, I had my «poverty tourist» moments — being shocked by the slums, throwing up all the time, taking an absurd amount of photographs, crying like a baby when the rickshaw driver ripped us off — but Amanda never looked down her nose at me or chided my efforts, even though a few weeks before she had held a dying little girl in her arms and a few weeks later she would severely burn her leg on a motorbike.

There is a hungry baby, blinking eyes at the light of life and a mama longing to nurse, open mouths and wonder at what you have just done, arms that suddenly don't feel quite attached to our body unless there is that little person in them.

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?)

A little tidbit just in case someone should feel that an Ad Hominem Attack is waranted: I am a Veteran of the United States Armed Forces and I WILL defend this country to the death.

Seeing him crawl out of the bed we've shared for nearly a third of our life, after just two hours of sleep (yet again) with a grin on his boyish face and arms wide for his tinies, little morning people hurtling towards our bed, I believe him.

«the registration and confiscation of personal arms before the registation and elimination of religious groups in Germany» a lot of people like to repeat this but it is not true... dig a little before spreading misinformation

They are maybe five years old, these three moppets, and I hear Their bus groaning a ways behind me, but they are totally into sculpting Little hills and ridges of leaves, and I can hear them giggling, and in one Minute the bus will hold out its arms and absorb them, and the parade is Starting to move in front of me, but for another perfect instant I can hear And see them skiffling and giggling, and smell the sharp savory death of The brilliant leaves, and see the shoulder of the mom or aunt or neighbor In the lee of the apartment building, where she is just lighting a cigarette, And we get these moments all day long, don't we, we get them all month And week and year all our lives, such a flood and flow of them, too many To count, too many to endure, they are too generous and savory and holy, We could not bear to see and savor and sing them all; we would go blind.

Her words puzzled me at the time but weeks or months later, numbed by lack of sleep and overwhelmed by being the whole world to this one little person, my maternal feelings retreated and I was left feeling confused and empty, with a mewling infant in my arms.

Long gone is that big toddler boy that I had for a while and in his place is a gangly little boy who seems to be made up of long arms and legs.

Now that your armed with that little tidbit of knowledge; it all makes sense why sometimes you'll like the way one curry powder tastes and hate the way another one tastes.

You will get a little bit of an arm workout, but do it!

It is a little sweet, crunchy, chewy, and easy to eat straight out of the bag with one arm.

Armed with a little extra time, instead of buying packaged multigrain crackers I baked a batch of seedy crisps, and I whipped up hummus to go along with them.

Both batches left me less than enamored... Oh - well, we bake, we learn... Now armed with a little experience and the knowledge of what I didn't want, I felt empowered to try things on my own.

Just saw a photo of a little kid in an arsenal shirt in his dad's Arms shouting something and looking angry.

That little mistake allowed Hightower to get full extension with both arms on Okung's chest, then fall back inside of his block to throw himself at Lynch's knees as he came through the hole.

The Little League tournament is broadcast nationally on ESPN, and this all - black squad of sluggers, rubber arms and, especially, warp - speed sprinters quickly drew fans nationwide — especially among black Americans.

Yes, standing in the wake of his fire, you understand perfectly that this is a man who can use a baseball to snip the button from a hitter's shirt, who is the last great hope of geriatric New Englanders and who sent the Cleveland Indians home for the winter, despite an injured arm he could barely lift above his head and with little more of his usual weaponry than the look of a lion tamer in his eyes.

Armed with 20 years of research (and with a little help from popular media), cities have recently begun mounting stiff resistance against demanding teams.

So I suppose we should not be too surprised that Giroud has not exactly welcomed the new signing Alexandre Lacazette with open arms, with the Daily Mail reporting that there has been very little warmth between the fellow countryman on the Gunners» tour of Australia at the start of this pre-season schedule.

Then from that moment, the maximum moment — more or less the same of what I have been doing every single winter, but maybe a little bit more emphasis on neck, shoulder and arms to prepare for this year's car.»

The few spectators — mostly friends of those behind the wheel and erstwhile drivers who will lapse morosely into long descriptions of what exactly has kept their car in the shop this week with little provocation — hang around the starting line in twos and threes, arms crossed.

There are three keys to making solid contact when the ball is above your feet, whether you're facing a little chip or a longer shot with an iron or a wood: 1) Swing with your shoulders — not your arms — making sure to keep the shoulders level from start to finish, 2) maintain firm wrists and 3) aim well right of the target, because you'll probably pull the ball.

But at the very moment of his grandest fantasy, he usually clips a little girl on the side of the head with his nifty, bent - armed recovery and hears her porcine papa bellow: «Hey, showboat, look out for my kid.

Saturday afternoon around 1:30, armed only with a street number and a general idea of the building's whereabouts, I drive past twice, first overlooking it then saying, «Nah, that can't be it,» but, maybe, that tiny little box over there, over near the river and nothing else except some abandoned warehouses with shattered windows and a few wind - whipped scrub pines, that rundown shack over there with the rutted dirt parking area and the fish market behind it, maybe that's the gym.