Sentences with phrase «shutting of car doors»

Set safety practices with the opening / shutting of car doors to avoid smashed finger injuries.

Not exact matches

And you can, and will, try everything: rocking, swaddling, going for walks with the baby in the pram / stroller, driving the baby around in the car, letting them sleep on top of the running clothes dryer, strapping them to you, leaving them alone in a crib and shutting the door and sobbing, etc..

«Bill Nighy, I worked with in Valkyrie and he's phenomenal, one of the sweetest most hard working, talented, brilliant actors, he did this voice, the voice he creates for this Fallon character, he literally went in his car for the read through, shut the doors and windows, laid on the floor and screamed for 20 minutes, blew his voice, and came in and that's how he does the voice, that's what he did every day to.»

It is known for the solder to break down on some of the circuit boards on modules within the door but the fact that the car behaves differently with the door shut leads me to thing it's probably wiring (or possibly earth).

Judging by that eternal barometer of build quality, the noise you hear when you shut the doors, the reassuring «thunk» indicates the Rapid is a well - assembled car, and the Rapid placed 69th for reliability, a solid, mid-table performance.

Overall, the build quality is outstanding — the feeling of shutting the doors and the sound of the locks: that kids, is how the Germans made their rep as builders of high quality cars.

With that, he whips the door shut and guides us up the driveway of the Spanish resort in Marbella where BMW is launching the car.

The shut off while the car was in drive, the air suspension raised and lowered, the windshield wipers would come on and off, the headlights would shut off in the middle of the night, and the doors would unlock themselves while the car was parked randomly.

It also gets a pair of cup holders that can be shut with a Tambour door, which is a roller shutter that you see on some of the higher - end cars.

Although better than most of the competition, this MQB based car feels light and it doesn't have the same solid door shut as the Skodas of the old.

The interior is massive (to give some idea of scale, the SRT is a bigger, heavier car by all measures — except overall width — than Holden's long - wheelbase Caprice), a fact passengers are reminded of when simply reaching out to shut the doors.

The Linea does feel like a vault and the doors shut with a similar level of feel like if this car was a battle tank.

Included tech levels are already generous — features like a 12.3» in - dash LCD screen, 5.8» TFT info screen in the gauge cluster, Siri eyes - free mode for the navigation system and contact lists, an Intuitive Park Assist system and automatic door shuts are just a few of the items included gratis for the car's $ 73,050 base price.

It has been in the shop for replacement sensor for the door, AC would shut off so they replaced internal thermostat, sensor that would tell us outside temp was replaced, front passenger seat belt unreliable and arm rest fell off and was replaced, 2 tires replaced and the icing on the cake we needed to replace the brakes at 22,000 miles.I was told by the dealer that they have been replacing alot of the breaks on this car.

Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.

So of course I decided I'd blog about it after realizing I had graphic images of Sprog 1's previous injuries, including the finger she shut into the car door.

It's the sound of suitcases snapping shut, car doors closing, kid's excited chatter coming from the back seat, the clink of ice cubes, the lazy hum of an overhead ceiling fan.