Sentences with phrase «way around the bath»

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Reading all these comments helps me to realize it pretty much is a phase they are going through he will wake up and just stare at me he never cries he has always been beyond amazing but when it comes to sleep he will wake up again at three am and once again just roll around in the bed until he is good and ready to fall back asleep and I have tried everything food baths massages a lot of cuddling but I just have come to realize he is his own person and has his own way of doing things and he will eventually grow out of this so moms and dads keep your heads up and eyes open

Forest bathing clubs are now popping up around the United States, and there are plenty of ways to commune with nature on your own time.

I love the hilarious way you run around naked after a bath.

Or maybe she'd decided to have a bath instead and was now watching TV, thick blue towels wrapped around her head and body the way British girls do.

Also of the way her ringed fingers always closed tightly around the invisible crumbs, as if trying to catch the shadows of her spirit drifting by; but maybe Bertha just wanted to cover the floor with crumbs, or feed the sparrows that in early summer loved taking dust baths in the garden and were forever uprooting the radishes.

Features such as a rolled front rim and smooth, hemmed edges all around — both of which are found on Forever Stainless Steel tubs — can go a long way in making the bathing process safer and more comfortable.

Once bath time is over, your pooch may try to dry himself in ways that he knows how — by running around and rubbing his body on any piece of furniture that he can get his paws on!

It was so cute the way he ran around all excited after his bath.

After a day walking around the Topkapi Palace or rubbing shoulders with hundreds of other visitors in Istanbul's Grand Bazaar, what better way to relax than by having a Turkish bath?

You'll also be on the «Bath Bus» line along the beach and all the way into Pattaya, making it easy to get around, while being far enough from the hubub and the noise!

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

We live in Greenville, SC and still have our master bath from 1972 (yellow toilet and all) and / or are getting ready to add on an open air porch (big, like 16 × 30) and was just thinking today about who could possibly help me see a vision for it before we build it so I can know what to have built in (like bench seating all the way around, or not...?)

An easy way around this is to tile only in the areas around the shower, bath and basin splashback, using bathroom - suitable paint or wallpaper in the rest of the space.

Bed Bath and Beyond Rolling Organizer for Pedestal Sink at bedbathandbeyond.com wraps around the sink to stay out of the way until you need it.

The way the tiles have been arranged around this original bath and basin gives this bathroom an old - fashioned feel.