Not exact matches
My
mom got under - the -
table jobs cleaning restaurants, and my sister and I would sleep on the seats
while she worked.
With a few sheets of the Oregon Journal covering our kitchen
table, Dad would cut the top and pull it off, and then he and I would degut the pumpkin together
while my
mom watched.
My
mom cooked dinner
while I finished working so it was nice to wrap up and see dinner was already on the
table!
While we were busy at the
table, my
mom would pull all of the pumpkin seeds out of the pulp, rinse and dry them, season them, and put them in the oven.
Moms and dads are seated around large
tables while their children stand next to them.
Along the beautiful crib there must be a storage space for the baby's things, a cozy armchair or sofa where
mom can sit
while breastfeeding, and of course a changing
table that most likely will be the most used item after the crib.
They don't literally pump their milk
while leaning over an operating
table, but this picture represents the duality of surgeon
moms who balance patient care needs with meeting the nutritional needs of their infants.
Shuttered
mom - and - pop shops along Front Street, Avenue C and elsewhere are struggling to find a way out of the marsh,
while several hundred employees who are out of work are scrambling for income to keep food on the
table.
Let's face it,
while the movies portray images of happy families laughing around the kitchen
table or in front of the fireplace during the Christmas season, often
moms end up more stressed out and busier than ever.
I mean, granted, for a
while I only ate peanut butter sandwiches, but my
mom was also really good about always just having a simple salad on the
table, and fresh fruit, and she appreciated whole grain bread versus plain white bread.
«Hey guys, remember the year that I decided to draw a picture on a napkin with permanent marker
while we were decorating the Christmas tree and it soaked right through onto the kitchen
table and
Mom kind of freaked out?»
In the Classroom: Mama's Coming Home depicts a mother closing her pet shop and making her way home through the bustling city
while, in a parallel narrative, Dad and the kids are at home, cleaning up, cooking dinner, and setting the
table to prepare for
Mom's arrival.
Last week we were in front of a newly appointed feminist justice who pretty much bullied me into a settlement, walking away with pretty much nothing,
while mom sat smugly on the other side of the
table.
While gifts for the children are saved for Christmas Day, each year the Kelowna Women's Shelter hosts a children's holiday party where gifts are laid on
tables and kids are encouraged to «shop» for the perfect present to wrap for their
mom.
I enjoyed reading the ladies ideas, and
while thinking of where I could put my
mom cave, I thought the formal dining that isn't used except to «store stuff» on top of the
table, etc. — in fact my son had to ask me what the formal dining room was when I asked him to get something — my description — you know, the room that has all the stuff waiting to be organized — he knew exactly where to go with that.