BABY BOOTIE JEWELRY
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calamite baby con tutti i colorini nuovi di fimo ne farò tantissime tutte con un colore diverso :D 17. Britney Spears - Rock Me In Britney Spears - Rock Me in © Fantasy Art Designs Related topics: used baby bottles pretty baby names for girls baby names and their meaning baby bargains stroller reviews baby poncho knit pattern baby bjorn play yard cool mist humidifier for baby happy baby pose yoga |
BABY BOOTIE JEWELRY : BABY BOOTIE
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packaging The green boxes are for jewelry and the other boxes are baby bootie boxes. Jewellery shot for Mehrasons Jewellery shot for Mehrasons in 1980s Related topics: signs of losing a baby baby star bibs new baby needs deer and baby vintage baby bath baby block quilts graco baby crib recall baby quilts blankets |
BABY PHOTO INVITATIONS : BABY PHOTO
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Invitations Some parts of a wedding invitation I worked on a few weeks ago. I need to take pictures of the whole package. invitation owen's dad made our wonderful invitations, using our website files. Related topics: carters baby clothes online christian baby memory book baby boy or girl signs antique baby ring how early in pregnancy can you feel the baby move pics of african american babies vaccination for baby keepsake boxes for baby |
BABY DOESN T SLEEP AT NIGHT - BABY DOESN T
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Day Thirty Five There really is no stopping her. She totally climbed over me today to get where she wanted to go... It was an off day for Brandi. Her work went to Whistler for lunch so she got to sleep in a little bit more than usual (only an hour or so) and left home at 8 to catch her bus. After breakfast we went for a little walk, I planned on going to the sandwich place but as it started to look like rain I cancelled that plan and headed home. Sadly it did not rain and we ended up spending the day at home. An amusing thing about the walk is Isobel was totally singing to herself/me the entire time. It was all ohhhh ahhh ahhh ohhhh owww ohhh awwww owww. It was a little amusing and weird. She was also really tired and if she wasn't eating she was sleeping it seemed like. We did play a bunch but she was also rubbing her face and yawning. I wonder if she's going through a growth spurt and needs to sleep a lot for her body to do the growing. Brandi got home at 4:30 and video chatted with her mom. I managed to get a couple loads of baby laundry done as well as deal with the dishwasher. Now just need to get some adult laundry and do some vacuuming so the baby doesn't grab the crap on our floor. WOW raid night again. Deeper into Ulduar we went and finally at the end of the night managed to bring down our 4th boss Kolgarn. He dropped the uber robe that I'm really jonesing for and Brandi won the roll. Out of 100 I rolled a 1 >_< Just as we finished up and Brandi went to bed and I sat down to type this Isobel woke up. So Brandi's feeding her now and I'ma hit save and straighten the photo a bit. Brandi laughs that I'm always straightening things. I don't know why but crooked walls and things bother me when it's not deliberate. 10/365 - baby legs make it all better Last night was a very hard night. Alixe didn't sleep from 10pm to 3am. Right at the time when I am most tired. I try to prepare myself for this time of day by napping but it just doesn't seem to work out. Something always comes up and I can't nap. So, last night the witching hour happened and I went pretty crazy. I was going crazy trying to keep Alixe quiet so she wouldn't wake up Maximilien. Julien was sleeping in the next room, no need for both of us to be up with Alixe because one of us would have to be on tomorrow for Max. Finally, Alixe passed out just after 3am and guess who wakes up? Max! Negotiating with a 2 year old at 3am and keeping your cool is a hard thing to do. I think when I finally was allowed by my kids to lay down myself and go to sleep the clock said 4:58am. Today, was better. Alixe slept ALL DAY. So, I slept with her. Max was pretty mellow all day and slept in late and left me alone most of the day. I usually can get a quiet 30 minutes here and there during the day while I nurse Alixe. I am trying to cherish the littleness of her now even though my brain wants her to grow up and get out of this newborn stage. She is filling out very nicely the baby legwarmers I knit for her. Just a few weeks ago they were too big and now they are snug. As I nursed Alixe, Max played next to me telling me he wanted to keep me and Alixe company. I can not rely on my mind to remember this little moment in time. I'm just too tired right now. Related topics: fisher price lights sounds baby monitor make your own baby shower decorations gerber baby bottles baby trend travel system skylar lamaze baby toy baby modeling agency baby shower trivia games body after baby pictures baby trend double joggers |
BABY NURSERY BOUTIQUE - BABY NURSERY
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BABY SLEEPERS AND STARS BABY SLEEPERS AND STARS- Nursery- Fabric Basket This is such a cute nursery print. It's an assortment of baby sleepers in blue, yellow, and avacado green hanging out to dry. The upper part of the basket is a coordinating print with little stars in blue, yellow, avacado green and purple tossed on a green background. The handles are made from the sleeper print. Avacado green "rick rack" runs across the front of the basket. The inside is fully lined. A green and yellow pacifier that is attached to the handle with a green ribbon is included. FLANNEL BASKET- Organizer- Storage Bin- BABY DINOSAURS- Robert Hoffman FLANNEL BASKET- Organizer- Storage Bin- BABY DINOSAURS- Robert Hoffman This basket is made from a soft flannel print by Robert Hoffman called "Land O' Dinos". The main body of the basket has baby dinosaurs and words. The upper part of the basket and handles is from a coordinating print with dinosaur tracks and dinosaur plants. Dark brown "rick rack" runs across the front of the basket. The inside is fully lined. Related topics: baby sitting clip art baby shoe stores what my baby looks like at 27 weeks greek baby names for boys symptoms of lactose intolerance in babies baby headband supplies fisher price rocking baby bouncer newborn baby dolls baby that won t sleep |
CHRISTOPHER BIG BLACK BOYKIN BABY MAMA. BOYKIN BABY MAM
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Cooperstown "King of Swat" - Christopher Anton Christopher Anton won the home run derby in Cooperstown Dreams Park by hitting 7 balls out of the stadium, earning him the title of "King of Swat". Christopher Johnson McCandless R.I.P Christopher Johnson McCandless "Alex" 2/ 68 -8/ 92 A big respect died for its dream rest in peace Related topics: baby phat lady cat watch your baby grow electric baby food mill baby boutique sale baby girls christmas dresses baby name decoration do you have to sterilize baby bottles |
FERBER BABY SLEEPING - FERBER BABY
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Day 138/ Ferber day 3... Okay I know I keep talking about it, I guess its kinda of working Kid 2 doesn't think so he wants me to pick Kid 3 up and bring him down stairs so he can go to sleep (Kid 2 that is) Day 137 Ferber day 2.... I'm in between timers so this will be quick.Ok so he looks sleepy right? He is screaming right now. I feel like the world's worst mom :( Related topics: gerber baby bottles wrapping baby shower gifts diarrhea in breastfed baby baby announcement party images of babies in the womb hospital bag checklist for baby do babies go to hell |
GIFTS FOR BABY GIRL : BABY GIRL
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Car Diaper Cake for baby girl Car Diaper Cake for baby girl. It is a perfect group gift to a mom-to-be or a new dad from everyone the at the Office! Baby Girl Gift Tags Some tags I made for ladies at my church having Baby Girls! Not that many at once of course! Related topics: how your baby is born newborn baby skin rash baby quilting fabric top of the world with you baby cute baby shower food ideas baby boy bedroom sets signs of losing a baby |
CHRISTMAS CLOTHING FOR BABIES - FOR BABIES
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Unhappy Christmas Baby Studio Isolation of an Infant Child. The baby boy is Isolated on white copy space with a vertical composition. The toddler is dressed in colorful clothing for thanks and is not happy crying his little eyes out. Christmas Baby Stickings Christmas Baby Stickings. The comfy clothing for kids. Related topics: baby born at 23 weeks gestation celebrity baby photo quiz baby vomiting what to do reflux in babies and breastfeeding popeye sock a bye baby baby buddy harness bouncing baby chair |
CAN A BABY SURVIVE AT 20 WEEKS. SURVIVE AT 20 WEEKS
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familie in nederlandsch indie My greatgrandfather moved to the Dutch Indies at the beginning of the 20th century, he married my grandmother while she was still in the Netherlands. They married "with the glove", a marriage when the couple are far away from each other. While the First World War was still going on my greatgrandmother risked German submarines to make the long journey from Holland to the Dutch Indies via America. She arrived at Ellis Island, her paperwork is also posted in this set. According to the paperwork she sailed on the S.S. Nieuw Amsterdam in 1918, was 25 at the time, could read and write, used to live in Arnhem and was on her way to Semarang. She had a accident on the ship, or in an elevator at an hotel in America, we are not sure. But her skull was damaged and a part of her skull got stuck in her head, but she survived. A possible family member died on his trip to the Dutch Indies in 1888, so a tricky journey that took several weeks. My greatgrandparents were somehow involved with a garage, I am not sure if they ran it or if other family members ran it. There were several other family members living there at the time. They had 2 children, my grandmother Hedwig and my granduncle Dirk. My grandmother was born in Semarang on 17 augustus 1919. Unfortunately my greatgrandmother died when both kids were still young. Their father married a local Indonesian woman, according to my aunt this woman was not very nice. My grandmother and her brother were not very happy. My grandmother eventually married a Dutch soldier and when the war began she was pregnant, although she supposedly didn't know about it. Then the war began, my grandfather and uncle Dirk were soldiers and both captured by the Japanese. The family was harassed and the European side was soon arrested and send to concentraction camps. According to some my grandmother was in hiding with Indonesian (looking) friends but because her stepmother was Indonesian she perhaps found family members she could hide with. Her stepmother would not allow her back into the house. Because my grandmother was very European, she could not go outside and her darker friends had to go outside to find food and money. We are not sure what exactly happened, I've heard mostly stories and family gossip. But the girls were found by soldiers and some say they were all raped. I even heard say that my grandmother was not pregnant when this happened and became pregnant because of this rape. After this ordeal they were taken to a prisoner camp or went their themself because of what happened. The other Dutch family members were already emprisoned there, the Indonesian side of the family were generally left alone although life did become a lot harder to them. My greatgrandfather was send to camp Kesilir, my step-greatgrandmother saw him a few times and tried to throw food over the fence a few times but was send away. He died there in 1943, probably of malnutrition. My grandmother was send to Lampersari concentration camp, here she had her baby, my aunt Annemarie. Life in the camp was terrible, my aunt as a toddler had a nightmare all her life of a woman beaten to death by the guards, also my gran was beaten a few times. These years damaged the entire family for several generations. My aunt has several horrible memories of this period, one she told me involved my grandmother. My grandmother was working in the fields was was caught trying to smuggle insects she caught, into the camp. She did this so that my aunt as a baby could eat them. But a japanese soldier caught her and started beating up my poor weak malnourished grandmother in front of my then 2 year old aunt. My aunt ran to help her mother and started biting the japanese soldier in his trousers. Well she tried, but she couldn't even get trough the fabric with her teeth. The Japanese soldier was about to start hitting the child but decided not to and walked away. Of course we don't know why, my aunt thinks he didn't beat her because she reminded him of his own child or because he respected the bravery of the little girl. My uncle dirk became a POW as he was a soldier when the war began, he was ordered to work on the Birma railroad, a experience that broke him for ever. He was and still is a strong and proud man but he never got over it. He still hates eveything japanese, he caused a big row when his son went to Japan on a journey. He never talked about what he went trough. When the war finally came to an end my grandmother, my aunt and my greatuncle were close to death. My grandmother was so sick that the Japs forced her to go to the hospital barracks. Nobody explained to my aunt, her mother was just taken away from her and the little girl kept screaming for her mother for days. My grandmother (and thus me) owes her life to the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I hate those bombs and think the bombing of civilian targets is always wrong. I feel terrible for the people of those cities. But it is a fact that if these bom 1966 STELLA IN LEATHER JACKET On January 18, 1968, Ioana Claudia Moga was born. She was a healthy little baby girl and very, very pretty. She had dark hair and big eyes. What an amazing creature she was. I fell in love with her instantly. Because I had a Caesarian-section, Ioana and I spent a little more than a week in the hospital. A few days before we left, she didn’t feel well. She had a slight fever and the doctors were a bit concerned. But they decided that the two of us would be more comfortable at home and discharged us. It turned out to be a mistake. We went home, and the next evening Ioana’s condition worsened. She began throwing up. Her temperature rose. And she had a terrible fever. We rushed her to the emergency room, and when the doctor drew blood, he discovered what was wrong. Ioana had a staph infection that she must have contracted in the hospital. At that point, everyone became extremely concerned. Later, we learned that the hospital where Ioana was born wasn’t very clean. Nearly 20 babies had died from staph infections they contracted there during a short period of time. Ioana survived for two months. The staph infection ate her. At the end, she had a big hole in her back because the infection ate her flesh. It was the worst thing you could imagine, and it made me crazy. I can’t explain how distraught I was; I was with Ioana in the hospital all day and all night during those two months. It was hard. I remember the ugly hospital. I remember that everybody tried to save her. I even prayed to God, but nothing helped. Then near the end, on March 18, 1968, my mother pulled me aside. She was a smart lady and knew Ioana was about to die. She wanted to spare me the terrible pain of watching my daughter die. “Go home, Stella,” she said. “I can’t, mom.” “Go,” she said. “Change your clothes, take a shower and then come back. I will stay with Ioana.” My mother knew what was about to happen. She knew that if Ioana died in my arms I’d never recover from the loss. So she did what any good mother would have done, she protected her daughter. “OK, mom,” I finally said. “I’ll go.” I left. I went home and showered and changed my clothes and took a break from that terrible hospital and the dank, dark hospital room. It was the last time I saw my daughter alive. As my mother had foreseen, Ioana died. And she died in my mother’s arms. When I returned to the hospital and found out that Ioana was dead, I quite literally lost my mind. It’s hard to recall everything that happened after that. I was very, very depressed for quite a while and they had to keep me in the hospital for a few days. My mother stayed with me to help pull me through that challenging time. We buried Ioana in a very little casket in the same grave as my grandfather. He was one of the best people the Earth had ever seen, and I wanted my little girl to be with him forever. They made a little hole in the dirt at his grave and put the casket in there with him. Years later, I wanted to bring Ioana’s remains from Romania to America, but they couldn’t find any bones. She was so, so tiny when she died. My whole world changed with Ioana’s death. Nothing ever was going to be the same again. Nothing. In the days that followed, I felt so guilty. I wondered if because we had sex before marriage that God was punishing me with bad luck. That was an old Romanian superstition, and I was sure it had happened to me. I should have divorced John right then, after Ioana died, but I didn’t. Everybody told me to stick with him, that it was just the grief speaking. So I stayed with John. And together, we went back to finish college. The first year after her death was a blur. I didn’t want to go on. Holding that beautiful angel in my arms was all I wanted to do. I went through all the stages of grief just like every normal human being. I had no idea then why this had to happen. God doesn’t make mistakes. We may not understand why horrible things happen to good people. Once I started to heal emotionally, I began to ask myself the question why my little girl didn’t get to stay with me. I waited and waited for the answer. It never came. I was in too much emotional pain to find the answer buried deep within my heart. I know that God was cradling me through every miserable existence. And I let him. From deep within the strength of my soul, I wanted another baby. How could I even feel this way? I asked myself that question again and again. But somehow that’s what was supposed to happen next for me. I was gentle with myself. It was the darkest year of my life. I learned then one of the biggest lessons of my life – that this too shall pass. I wasn’t ready to get back to feeling good about myself and my life. Somehow, staying in a perpetual state of grief kept my daughter alive and close to me in my thoughts. My parents were very seasoned with dealing with tragedy. This one was their worst moment as well. Just when you think you can handle anything, life in Romania threw us anoth Related topics: how to make a baby blanket cake good names for a baby baseball baby bedding sets baby disney coloring pages new baby flowers and gifts virtual baby delivery baby food for 8 month old |
FREE BABY FORMULA AND DIAPERS : FORMULA AND DIAPERS
Free baby formula and diapers : Baby einstein dvd toys : Baby gund teddy bears. Free Baby Formula And Diapers
Baby Care Center at the Magic Kingdon, Walt Disney World Another angle of the entrance to the Baby Care Center at the Magic Kingdom. Baby Formula under 24 hour video surveillance I guess a lot of people steal baby formula. That's sad. Related topics: king cake plastic baby 3d image of baby daisy baby bedding baby born doll with potty feeding yogurt to babies baby language development baby eating schedules free baby sweater patterns to knit when do breastfed babies sleep through the night |
GIRL BABY HINDU NAMES - GIRL BABY
GIRL BABY HINDU NAMES - HOW TO CHOOSE BABY NAME. Girl Baby Hindu Names
Sita Ma - Ramlila Shivaji Park from wikipedia Sita (Sanskrit: 8@$>; "S+t", Khmer: “¶„ Ÿ¸Š¶?; Neang Sida, Malay: Siti Dewi, Thai: Nang Sida, Lao: Nang Sanda, Tagalog: Putri Gandingan) is the wife of Rama, the seventh avatra of Vishnu in the Hindu tradition. She is esteemed as the standard setter for wifely and womanly virtues for all Hindu women. Understood theologically in Hinduism, Sita is an avatra of Lakshmi, one of the forms of the Goddess or Shakti, who chose to reincarnate Herself on earth as Sita and endure an arduous life in order to provide humankind with an example of good virtues. Sita is one of the principal characters in the Ramayana, a Hindu epic named after Her husband Rama. Sita was a foundling, discovered in a furrow in a ploughed field, and for that reason is regarded as a daughter of Bhudevi, the Goddess Mother Earth. She was found and adopted by Janaka, king of Mithila (present day Nepal) and his wife Sunayana. Upon her coming of age, a swayamwara was held to select a suitable husband for her, and she was wed to Rama, prince of Ayodhya, an avatara of Vishnu. Ravana abducts Sita, by Ravi Varma [edit] Exile and abduction Main article: Ramayana Some time after the wedding, circumstances forced Rama to leave Ayodhya and spend a period of exile in the forests of Dandaka. Sita willingly renounced the comforts of the palace and joined her husband in braving the travails of exile, even living in Dandaka forest. However, she had to endure a lot of pain as the forest became the scene for her abduction by Ravana, King of Lanka. Ravana kidnapped Sita, disguising himself as a brahmana mendicant while her husband was away fetching a magnificent golden deer to please her. All this was done to claim vengeance on Rama and his brother Lakshmana for having cut off the nose of Ravan's sister. Jatayu, the vulture-king, who was a friend of Rama's, tried to protect Sita but Ravana chopped off his wings. Jatayu survived long enough to inform Rama of what had happened. Ravana held Sita captive in his distant island realm. She was finally rescued by Rama, who waged a famous battle to defeat Ravana. Since Sita was kept in captivity by Ravana all this time, she had to go through the 'Agni-Pariksha', the test of going through the fire, in order to prove her chastity to the world. In Hindu dharma, every action has results irrespective of the stature of the person. A school of thought states that Rama questioned Sita on her integrity as a punishment for her questioning the integrity of Lakshmana, who had left all his comfort and served Rama and Sita for 14 years. [edit] Later life The couple returned to Ayodhya, where Rama was crowned king with Sita by his side. While Rama's trust and affection for Sita never wavered, it soon became evident that some people in Ayodhya could not accept Sita's long captivity under the power of Ravana. [edit] Sita's second exile During Rama's period of rule, an intemperate washerman, while berating his wayward wife, declared that he was "no pusillanimous Rama who would take his wife back after she had lived in the house of another man". This calumnious statement was reported back to Rama, who knew that the aspersion cast on Sita was entirely baseless. Nevertheless, his position as the ruler undermined by the ever-present possibility of slander attaching itself to his hitherto unimpeachable dynasty and personal reign. It was this train of thought that led Rama to remove Sita from his household. Sita was thus forced into exile a second time; She was not only alone this time but also pregnant. She attempted to commit suicide by jumping into the Ganges but she was rescued by the sage Valmiki. He gave her refuge in his hermitage, where she delivered a son named Lava. Once day Sita left her son with Valmiki, and went to the river bank to fetch water. Valmiki called out for the baby but heard no response; in a state of concern, he created by his ascetic power another baby with kusha (grass) in the exact resemblance of Lava. When Sita returned, She found two sons of the same virtue because Lava came back from the forest on hearing his mother call out. She heard the story from Valmiki about why he had to create Kusha and accepted both sons as her own. In the hermitage, Sita raised her sons alone, as a single mother.[1] They grew up to be valiant and intelligent, and were eventually united with their father. Once she had witnessed the acceptance of her children by Rama, Sita sought final refuge in the arms of her mother Bhumidevi, the Goddess Mother Earth. Hearing her plea for release from an unjust world and from a life that had rarely been happy, the earth dramatically split open; Bhumidevi appeared and took Sita away to a better world. But this part of Ramayana is disputed and it is said that Rama and Sita lived together happily, ruling their kingdom for 11,000 years (considered a common lifespan in that age, the Treta Yuga). According to this version, Sita was only sent into a 14-year exil Presenting "Drisana Adi Reddy" Welcome to the world. Drisana - A sanksrit word. A Hindu name for "Daughter of the Sun" Taken on her first day of birth Related topics: how to make a baby sock rose baby bjorn bib for carrier wean baby caring for your baby and young child book european baby boy names first bath for baby baby swaddling wrap toys for 1 year old baby girl baby clothing fabric twin baby boy gifts |
IN STEP BABY STROLLERS - IN STEP
IN STEP BABY STROLLERS - TOYS FOR 6 MONTHS OLD BABY In Step Baby Strollers
first steps! Day 153-- Annika took her first solo steps today! She's ten months old (the same age her sister was when she starting walking), and she's been walking around holding our hands or pushing toys/boxes/strollers around, so we knew it would be soon. Today was the big day. (I'm sorry for the super-low quality. This is a still from a video. It was the best I could do. See yesterday's photo for an explanation of why I don't feel bad about that.) Her daddy helped her get her balance, then dangled a toy in front of her. She could take a few steps (2-4) before falling as long as she was looking up at the toy and not thinking about it. It was like Peter walking on water. :o) Baby in a box Step one, put a baby in the box.. Related topics: moving baby from family bed to crib store for baby feeding baby video make babies website popeye sock a bye baby baby at six weeks half white half asian baby |
PICS OF FAT BABIES. FAT BABIES
PICS OF FAT BABIES. CONGRATULATION ON YOUR NEW BABY. OSU HOSPITAL BABY PICTURES. Pics Of Fat Babies
Darrell as a baby This brings it to 2,800 pics. "Thank God Almighty!" someone says, in the back row. I know. I know. Those 2,800 pics were uploaded with umm, "high intensity," to say the least. June 23 was the start of it all. Just 99 days to get 2,800 pics uploaded. And, until recently, NONE were pre-taken. They were largely captured within the 99 days, too. I've pretty much captured all the old gas stations and eateries for awhile. Need to go easy on the car until I can get some work done. (Cam positioning sensor, I think.) I am going to take on some evening work, to cut down debt, finance Christmas, and replace the wedding deejay income, for the 1st quarter of the new year is always slow. May drive to Colorado Springs the 3rd week of October (rental car) but even if I do let myself take pics there, I won't upload till after Christmas. It's a busy time of year coming up. I will probably still comment on others' photos, but will not upload any till 2010. Affection and Respect to all. Ciao! Tunnel Of Love Fat man sitting on a little stool Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you Hands me two tickets smiles and whispers good luck, well Cuddle up angel cuddle up my little dove And we'll ride down baby into this tunnel of love Well I, feel the soft silk of your blouse And through them soft thrills in our little fun house Then the lights go out it's just the three of us, yeah You me and all that stuff we're so scared of Gotta ride down baby into this tunnel of love Well, there's a crazy mirror showing us both in 5-D I'm laughing at you you're laughing at me There's a room of shadows that gets so dark brother It's easy for two people to lose each other in this tunnel of love Well, ought to be easy ought to be simple enough, yeah Man meets woman and they fall in love But this house is haunted and the ride gets rough You've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above if you want to ride on down, down in through this tunnel of love Tunnel of Love - Bruce Springsteen Related topics: making boy babies free email baby announcement discount baby store new baby born announcement fisher price baby bath wooden baby chairs baby your my light richard songs about a baby boy used baby cribs in baby food for 8 month old |
PLAY MAT FOR BABIES - FOR BABIES
PLAY MAT FOR BABIES - 3 MONTHS OLD BABY FEEDING - GO BABY TOYS Play Mat For Babies
Play Mat I made this play mat for a friend's baby from this tutorial: sew4home.com/projects/pillows-cushions/551-sweet-softies-... This project is really easy and I was able to make it in a couple of hours. The fabric is Alexander Henry kleo and bangle dot. I also used a soft pink dotted minky. Patchwork Baby Play Mat in My Favorite Colors A fun patchwork play mat for your little one. Basically a quilt with no batting between the layers so it is light weight and rolls up nice and small for travel. And it really is made in all my favorite colors! :) Related topics: baby shower trivia games how much food to feed a baby happy happy birthday baby the tune weavers baby birthday party decorations baby supply madame alexander baby doll clothes travel baby cot baby deer mouse |
PLAYING MUSIC FOR BABY : FOR BABY
PLAYING MUSIC FOR BABY : COSCO BABY HIGH CHAIR. Playing Music For Baby
Playing for my baby! 072: Music and Sugar This shot is more important for me than my other, more humorous or naughty ones, the doing of something that makes Ania happy, the continual reaffirming of our love. I think too many self portraits lack other people, giving a very odd picture of the life of the person in the picture. Can it be true that so many people on Flikr live on their own with only the minimum of contact with other people? People, like objects, are what help other people define what you are, so unless you plan to take pictures with no props and nothing but a blank screen behind, remember to include some of those people you interact with. PhotonQ-Symphony for a Baby A close friend, Melanie playing violin for the pleasure of the upcoming baby, full life spectrum in the garden (my fav garden ever... there is even an hammock, and it always feels like home =) and the bees, birds flying all around in the country side =) Merci for such a relaxing and enchanting day, like always =) Related topics: designer baby bag baby nursery paint ideas baby activities black baby girl name aveeno baby gift set 11 month old baby not crawling native american baby names handmade baby shower favor babys and toddlers |
YOUR WIFE IS MY BABY MOMMA : YOUR WIFE IS
YOUR WIFE IS MY BABY MOMMA : WHITE BABY QUILTS. Your Wife Is My Baby Momma
Relief From the Cult Ecclesiastes 12:12....And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh. Don Quijote de la Mancha, capítulo 1: En resolución, él se enfrascó tanto en su lectura, que se le pasaban las noches leyendo de claro en claro, y los días de turbio en turbio, y así, del poco dormir y del mucho leer, se le secó el cerebro, de manera que vino a perder el juicio. Erasmus of Rotterdam, In Praise of Folly…”But to come to the purpose: I have given you my name, but what epithet shall I add? What but that of the most foolish? For by what more proper name can so great a goddess as Folly be known to her disciples? And because it is not alike known to all from what stock I am sprung, with the Muses' good leave I'll do my endeavor to satisfy you." Ecclesisastes 10:1: “Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savor: so doth a little folly in him that is in reputation for wisdom and honor.” Sometimes I catch myself observing my daughter and wondering how I’ve managed to parent her beyond belief in this American Bible Belt, this Southern Baptist Screwyouland, where my views on religion are not only in the minority but where the price I pay for refusing to suspend disbelief is incessant proselytism, mistrust and hatred fueled by Christian supremacy. You’ve got to understand that this is a place where preachers thrust ragged Bibles at the rafters and promise desperate people that while sickness and poverty and Lucifer might take their families, the soul of man never dies. I’m convinced that no one in their right mind would choose to live here. Hell, I never meant to birth my daughter in a place where the fields are a sickly gray color and the persimmon trees are so scraggly and produce a fruit that is so sour that you only have to look at it to feel ill. I’m tired of explaining that no, my daughter was not an anchor baby just because her atheist momma happens to be one of “them” (three?) atheist Mexicans crossing the border legally, as foreign students; the only running she did was hightailing it out of the Mexican Opus Dei cult way, way, way back in 1994 all because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut what with enough tongue for ten rows of teeth nor could she heal herself with a snake oil elixir of sour mash and self-loathing. My choices were limited when I left the cult and I forfeited my princess status. A famous author from Bath, England began her novel, “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” This is horribly off and should be re-written: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that all peeved princesses end up teaching yard-fighting, teeth-gnashing, ugly-dog-raising, towel-stealing, television-praying, never-forgiving, hard-headed people…crazy religionists that you end up loving with all the strength in your body once you figure out that they are who you are, and in many ways, all there is.” I grew up in a fanatical, Catholic, Mexican family, in Mexico City, where the teachings of the left-leaning, gun-toting, revolutionary Jesuits and “liberation theology” enthusiasts scared my grandparents. The fear rippled through my Big Fat Mexican Family to the point that they stripped the mattress, boxed up the cat and ensconced themselves along with their assets in a cult known as the Opus Dei and it was all because my grandmother read a silly book. My family decided to be “guided” by a disgruntled Spanish priest, a maladjusted virgin, Monseñor Josemaría Escrivá de Balaguer, who penned a horrid screed titled El Camino (The Way) and it’s the very reason why I find myself in the United States and why I can never listen to Frampton Live. Ever. This book, The Way, should be negotiated into the biblical canon between Maccabees I and II or scribbled on the margins of Revelation since it terrifies people into following suit. Following suit is a curious expression because it has nothing to do with following a matching set of clothes. If you follow suit, you do exactly what someone else has done and this can be very dangerous. If all your friends decided to jump off a bridge into icy water, and you followed suit, you could end up drowning simply because someone thought of it first or because they read El Camino. :B BiG DrEaMs its not its not me exactly who touches people its what i represent the possibility that dreams from long ago may still come true even if they look lost forever I had a homie named Tony 16, 6"2' headed to the NBA straight from high school my nigga had his ball game on lock but at the same time he was in love with the block all the stuff that came wit it the drugs and the guns the gangs, the slang and all the funds he just got a letter of intent from the Cavaliers sayin how they love him and they wish he was there he had it made like special ed about to get the bread but chose to do something dumb instead go to war with the crew on the other side of town and was more ready then Tony got laid down he aint even have a chane died before the ambulance even got to him so many went through him I hate to tell the story but thats how it is growin up in tha hood as a kid When you got big dreams dont listen to what nobody say and dont let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize dont fall to the waste side When you got big dreams dont listen to what nobody say and dont let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize dont fall to the waste side reach for the sky I knew this girl named Gina that was a hell of a singer and everybody fell in love with her when they seen her babygirl was on the verge of signing a big deal eighteen, and life looked so surreal She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news and all he ever did was give baby the blues but she was true to a nigga [Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/4gDF] do for a nigga pop you and ya whole crew for a nigga One night he came picked her up told her lets ride thats the same night that he watched her die they was tryna hit a lick but the lick hit back put a end to the deal and all of that she aint even have to be there he knew it wasn't right now he gotta deal with it for the rest of his life and the part i dont like he aint even get graze but homegirl Gina is layin in the grave When you got big dreams dont listen to what nobody say and dont let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize dont fall to the waste side When you got big dreams dont listen to what nobody say and dont let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize dont fall to the waste side reach for the sky I got a few relatives given family drama always got they hands out when they see me and my momma One coulda been a doctor the other a chef but when he got his own kitchen he was cookin somethin else Now his life in the drain a triflin shame He all washed up wife took everything No car no mo' no house and everywhere he go he stole so they throwed him out I was growin up lookin up to be like them Now Im throwin up cash rollin up in the Benz I was stuck wit a dream I had since a shorty I be damned if i let another man support me now uncle Junebucks sick skinny as hell he got AIDS in his body from the needles he shared everytime he get his welfare checks he dont care You wanna see him go to the crack house he there When you got big dreams dont listen to what nobody say and dont let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize dont fall to the waste side When you got big dreams dont listen to what nobody say and dont let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize dont fall to the waste side reach for the sky Related topics: find perfect baby name 23 weeks pregnant baby butterflies for baby room baby gender predictor heart rate how to get a fussy baby to sleep baby boy japanese song aiden baby bedding baby high fever no other symptoms co sleeping with babies baby shower trivia games |
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Loving His Mommy and a Weekly Update Today I got to Kangaroo Care with Jack, it's a skin to skin method of holding the baby. it was GREAT!!! Jack had a great week so it wasn't surprising when I talked to his nurse today and found out he started having quite a few more episodes of forgetting to breathe, but she suctioned him out and he got better. I met with his neurosurgeon this week to find out that there is more fluid on his brain so Monday morning (tomorrow) they are going to do another head ultrasound to see if it's increasing, decreasing or staying the same. If it increases Tuesday at 7:30 am he will have to undergo surgery for a temporary shunt that will be replaced once he's almost 4 pounds which would be about 2 weeks after he has his intestinal surgery to reconnect his intestines. I am praying it will either stay the same or lessen. But God is in control and whatever His will is He will get us through it. Good news is that his hemorrhaging or blood on the brain is resolving itself. They tried to take him off the C-Pap (or larger respirator) to put him on the nasal cannula (smaller respirator) but he decided he still wanted help so they put him back on the C-Pap. He seems to need the extra pressure but the breathing portion is at a 12 so it's barely helping him to breath. They may try again in a few days to take him off of it. This week was a great week for me caring for him, I got to give him a bath, help with changing the colostomy bag, held him in my hands 2x's and today got to Kangaroo care him, which is skin to skin his tummy on me. It was wonderful and it's supposed to be really healing for him and help him grow. I do have to say it's really healing to me as well. The nurses are also letting me help out a lot more when I am there, I love it!!! On average he gains 10 - 20 grams a night last night he gained a whole ounce for a whopping 2 pounds 4 oz, he's doing so well and each day they up his feedings .5 ml for a total today of 4mls an hour for him, they feed him 4mls an hour for 3 hours and then off an hour and begin again. They check to see how much he's digested and so far he's digesting most of it. Last night I saw how much he's filling out, he's getting pudgier which is weird to see but really nice. I've gotten use to how lean and skinny and long he's looked but now he's putting fat on his bones and looking great, more like a smaller sized full term baby now. Us, we are all hanging in there... Isabelle is keeping way busy this summer and Paul is doing well although this week he pulled his sciatic nerve so had to take it slower this week than usual. Me, I'm exhausted but hanging in there but I'm in good spirits. Thanks again for all your prayers and support!!! God Bless you all and please if you have people who are praying for us pass this news on the them and give them a big Thank You to them as well. June 24, 2009 - It's been a year!!! last year at 5:30 we had a little surprise, my water broke and we rushed off to the hospital. At 13.5 weeks early our son decided it was time for him to make his entrance! At 8:35pm by methods of an emergency c-section Jack Dayton was born into this world weighing in at 1# 13.9 oz with a length of 13”. He was in NICU for 100 days for the first visit and many returns since to the hospital with a grand total of 20 surgeries. He was so tiny and looked so fragile, his skin was still translucent in spots and we had a long road ahead. At 6 days old I was allowed to kiss his head for the first time as they wheeled him down for his first surgery that found the holes in his intestines. This was the scariest moment of our life as we were told if the intestines were bad enough they would sew him back up and send him home to die. At a month old his second surgery for the hydrocephalus took place after the bleeding on his brain dried up and we’ve had many complications and revisions since. It's been a long journey but we have been surgery free for 3.5 months! Today on his birthday, he weighs a whopping 20# and is 27.5”. His chubbiest feature is his cheeks as he is a strong and solid little boy. He loves his family and sissy so very much and you can see it in his eyes and hear it in his squeals. He is a very happy, content and easygoing child. He has physical therapy with professionals several times a week and daily with mom to work on his motor skills and take care of his Torticollis (a condition in which the head is tilted toward one side and the chin is elevated and turned toward the opposite side). He wears a helmet 18 hours a day to fix the shape of his head. Other than that he is perfectly healthy! At this time he is not rolling over or sitting on his own and nowhere near crawling but that will take time to develop. Once his neck muscles strengthen that will take care of these issues. However, he is an eater he eats at his real age and not his gestational age. Once he was allowed to eat in NICU he never turned back he is quite advanced in this area and never ceases to amaze people. When he was discharge from NICU the first time the nurses told us that he wasn’t expected to live longer than 2 weeks and that our positive attitude and our love is what kept him going. We were prepared for Cerebral Palsy and him being a vegetable for the rest of his life. Trust me we would have taken it just to have our baby alive! Thanks to God and our Faith and the prayers of our loved ones and people we’ve never met our little Miracle is here today, cleared of cerebral palsy and in great health. I PRAISE GOD IN HEAVEN for our MIRACLE daily! 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