Sentences with phrase «own baby friends»

She stands taller than all of her baby friends.

I joke (secretly worry) that she isn't going to have any of her own baby friends at her first birthday party!

a woman who is grieving the loss of a baby a friend who is surviving throat cancer and learning to eat whole foods again a woman who is separated from her husband and dealing with crippling anxiety a friend who is remembering the death of her teenage son two years ago another blogger who is dealing with chronic pain and reconstructive surgeries after a life - threatening plane crash and severe burns that cover her body

We have made lots of nice mummy and baby friends, Oliver has just got to learn to be a bit more gentle around other babies because funnily enough nobody likes their hair being pulled or being climbed on!!

Several of her baby friends have this toy and now I understand why it's so popular in 3 - 7 month old babies.

Simple books and dollies help (even though she's not really a nurturing doll mama type), but saying that she has a new baby friend coming (and not trying to dethrone her «baby» title — we interchange big girl and baby girl equally) that she can be a big helper with seems to be sinking in.

Add a super squeezable Little G Plush Giraffe to give baby a friend to cuddle.

I have non-reflux baby friends who used this instead of a bassinet or just for daytime naps all the time.

This is a time of discovery and bonding for mom and baby, infant massage, and the stimulating environment of new baby friends can bring on so many benefits for both mom and baby.

Not exact matches

It was a second - hand piece borrowed from friends whose daughter had outgrown it, and by the time our son was too old for a baby carrier, that ERGObaby had provided nearly five years of regular use.

We've tested and researched many nursing pillows, and the My Brest Friend is the best one for keeping your baby in the right spot during feeding, and it gives you great back and arm support.

In January, Facebook said that the core news feed would show people more family - friendly postings like a friend's baby pictures and less marketing content and news articles.

Facebook has always had a somewhat fraught relationship with the news: Many users seem to think of the social network as just a place where they can see a friend's baby or dog photos, but research shows a growing number of people also get their news there.

Nearly 1 in 5 millennials has had to ask for money from a friend or relative, LendingTree found, versus 16 percent of Gen Xers and 9 percent of baby boomers.

They might get nothing — no new notifications or messages — or they might get a link to a funny meme from a friend, a photo of a baby or news of progress on a project they're working on.

Baby steps are fun; it's rewarding just to find yourself a mile or so off the beaten path, alone or with a friend in the outdoors.

While gadgets are often a source of «complexity, frustration and headaches» for the nation's 76 million baby boomers, said AARP chief JoAnn Jenkins in a statement, the RealPad aims to help them embrace «the benefits of technology such as connecting with family, friends, communities and enjoying books, games and learning.»

Derek started CD Baby by accident in 1998 when he was selling his own CD on his website, and friends asked if he could sell theirs, too.

Edmunds was contacted by an old friend of hers, a publicist in Hollywood, to see if the company could supply some furniture for an episode in which characters Ross and Rachel bring home their new baby.

Maybe your friend emails you a link to a baby panda taking its first steps, or perhaps a quick Facebook break devolves into a longer - than - intended contemplation of a cow that wants to be a dog.

For a friend's baby shower, she had to wrap the little one's gift in tissue paper.

To avoid overeating, snack on a cup of baby carrots or an ounce of almonds before you leave to meet your friends.

And it was the afternoon of that dismissal that friends found him home alone, crying like a baby whose favorite plaything had just been taken away from him.

Instead, many may be getting help from their Baby Boomer parents or friends, said Parsons.

A Facebook friend of mine recently posted: «I love you, Iron Dome, and I want to have your babies.»

Among these Panama - routed early Trump funds were those of Haitian dictator «Baby Doc» Duvalier, who famously acquired a foothold in Trump Tower in 1983, the year it opened, when his very close friend and family decorator purchased a unit.

So I'm sure looking forward to a lovely quiet weekend with friends, nature and my sweet Bengal, Baby!

Whether you want to connect with friends and family or just don't feel like cooking, head to Chili's Grill & Bar for our sizzlin» service, laid - back atmosphere and a taste of our spiced - up Southwestern favorites like our famous Grilled Baby Back Ribs, our juicy Big Mouth Burgers ® or our tender marinated fajitas.

Divisive news stories were being phased out, while pictures of your friend's babies and dogs were being phased back in.

Keep your ignorance to yourself, especially when your imaginary friend is the biggest baby killer of all time.

'» Speaking of babies, a friend writes wondering about the term «reproductive freedom.»

These ideas come from our own childhood, whether good or bad, from the media and from seeing the experiences of our friends and relatives: pushing prams with sleeping babies along the riverside, teaching our children to walk, training them how to draw with crayons rather than eat them, answering cute questions, making star charts, walking them to school.

We watched our friends grow their families and we dreamed of babies of our own.

Hey guys, will you visit SaveStan.ORG a friend of mine with 4 young babies is fighting for his life...... thanks.

Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.

Another piece of reality for you: a teacher friend of mine has to discourage unmarried teens from proudly bringing their babies to show off in school.

One of our young couples, good friends of mine and part of our church, found out earlier this week that the baby she was carrying had died inside her.

MOMOYA: To what level of self - loathing have we sunk, when we define our own young as a «parasite»?!? I have seen doting friends put pictures of a 12 week old fetus (they called it their «unborn child») in baby scrapbooks.

Of course there are other reasons for my sporadic blogging this year: a surprise new baby coming which completely disoriented us, a new book to finish writing (and I will share all about that in January), travelling and speaking all over North America, stewarding the message of Jesus Feminist throughout her first year of life, creating the Jesus Feminist collection with Imagine Goods, a trip to Haiti, new opportunities as a writer, three tinies at home with their own lives and drama and growth and change, remodelling parts of our home, marriage, church, friends, life, work, laundry (oh, can we talk laundry?!)

Holiness for me was found in the mess and labour of giving birth, in birthday parties and community pools, in the battling sweetness of breastfeeding, in the repetition of cleaning, in the step of faith it took to go back to church again, in the hours of chatting that have to precede the real heart - to - heart talks, in the yelling at my kids sometimes, in the crying in restaurants with broken hearted friends, in the uncomfortable silences at our bible study when we're all weighing whether or not to say what we really think, in the arguments inherent to staying in love with each other, in the unwelcome number on the scale, in the sounding out of vowels during bedtime book reading, in the dust and stink and heat of a tent city in Port au Prince, in the beauty of a soccer game in the Haitian dust, in the listening to someone else's story, in the telling of my own brokenness, in the repentance, in the secret telling and the secret keeping, in the suffering and the mourning, in the late nights tending sick babies, in confronting fears, in the all of a life.

And at the same time, I see our homes and our travels, our tears and our laughter, I see him standing in the room and weeping over tea - towels with never - babies inside, and I see us holding the now - growing - up babies as they learn to walk, and I see him looking at me across our old bed that he built with his own hands and I see us as kids and I see us as lovers and I see us as best friends, and I see us just last night as we staggered through a sleepless night with lanky kids who couldn't sleep well and I think, God, we grew up together.

And that baby grew into a man who surrounded himself with women who were his students, his ministry partners, and his friends.

My friends and I were lamenting our dated nuptials at a baby shower the other day, joking that Pinterest may become the leading cause of divorce among women desperate enough for a do - over.

On the third day of Lent, early this morning, a friend texts me that her baby died in the night, and my heart writhes with disdain of death and there's a searing sadness that can make you feel physically sick.

At the 12 week scan we were astounded by the level of detail that you can see, i.e. a fully formed baby in miniature, and we were able to share our scan pictures with friends and family who were not pro-life.

A couple of my conservative friends called me a baby killer.

Jesus is baby and lamb, shepherd and Messiah, friend, judge, ruler and victim.

Do you remember when our friends had the first baby of our little group and how we loved that little baby, how we passed her around and dressed her up and bounced her on our knees?

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.

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.