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Where To Buy A Baby Crib





where to buy a baby crib






    baby crib
  • An infant bed (commonly referred to as a cot in British English and a crib (or far less commonly as a cradle or stock) in American English) is a small bed specifically for infants and very young children, generally up to 3 years old.

  • A small bed with high, usually slatted sides made for ensuring the baby won’t climb or fall out. Baby cribs may be simple, or they may have features such as built-in soothing music, varying speed vibrations, and a mobile or toys hanging overhead.





    buy
  • Procure the loyalty and support of (someone) by bribery

  • Pay someone to give up an ownership, interest, or share

  • bargain: an advantageous purchase; "she got a bargain at the auction"; "the stock was a real buy at that price"

  • bribe: make illegal payments to in exchange for favors or influence; "This judge can be bought"

  • obtain by purchase; acquire by means of a financial transaction; "The family purchased a new car"; "The conglomerate acquired a new company"; "She buys for the big department store"

  • Obtain in exchange for payment











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Amigurumi Two!: Crocheted Toys for Me and You and Baby Too


Amigurumi Two!: Crocheted Toys for Me and You and Baby Too



Get hooked into the hottest craze in crochet with these irresistibly cute, and fun-to-make characters. "Amigurumi" is back! With their cute faces and manga-inspired style, these wildly creative and imaginative toys are irresistible. "Amigurumi Two!" features over 25 fun projects that are super simple and quick to make - all you need is a basic knowledge of crochet and some yarn. Designs include teddy bears in PJ's, turtles, tigers, bumblebees, and robots, as well as crocheted treats such as cake and cookies.










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mommy's little monster (or: the story of how david got here)




mommy's little monster (or: the story of how david got here)





Day 43 of 365: a year in songs and photos

Song: Social Distortion, Mommy's Little Monster

Subject: My nephew, David (this photo was actually taken last year and retouched today)

There's a reason I chose this photo of my nephew for today. While his birthday was last month, today is what my sister and her husband call "Gotcha Day." It's a celebration of the date that David was officially adopted and welcomed into his new home.

I wrote this story about David's birth and adoption in 2001, when he was 1. I've printed it (and updated it a bit) every year since on my various blogs. And it's time once again to tell the tale of David.


"Tim called. I'm going to get a baby in two days. I have to go meet the mother now."

She was a bit dazed, to say the least.

There was a baby boy, born on November 20th and the mother, an illegal immigrant who had just come here from Burma, could not keep the baby. She was ready and willing to sign papers giving him up. My sister and her husband had known about this woman since the boy was born, but said nothing to any family member, remembering what happened the previous times.

But now she had to tell me because Tim told her to be ready to be a mother in two days. Two days. After years of waiting and hoping and being disappointed, she had two days to get ready for a baby. She was to leave work immediately and head to to the woman's apartment in Queens, where Tim was waiting for my sister and brother in law. The mother wanted to see them first, to know who she was giving her baby to. I walked my shaky sister out to her car and wished her luck. She made me promise not to tell a soul. I told her to trust me.

As soon as she was gone, I called my mother. Don't ever trust me with a secret like that. She should have known.

Two hours later, my mother and I were on a mission. We hit Target, spending a small fortune on baby supplies. Clothes, diapers, bottles and every accessory both useful and extravagant, were piled into our cart. By the time we got home, my father had spread the news to every relative within shouting distance. Basically meaning everyone in town. Friends and family kept pulling up to the house, dropping off supplies. A bassinet. Enough diapers to last a month. More clothes, baby blankets, crib sheets. There were moments where we felt like we were jinxing the whole thing, pushing our luck, but we decided to test fate and stock up anyhow.

Any woman who has ever had a child will tell you that nine months is barely enough time to get everything ready. Imagine only having two days to prepare. We figured it was better to have this stuff ready for her than to have nothing ready at all, and have to run out that day to buy all the things they would need.

Some time that night my sister called and said it was definite. The baby was theirs. He would be delivered to their home, by Tim, the next night. She still wouldn't believe it, wouldn't talk in definite tones until the baby was in her arms. Can you blame her?

The next day was a frenzy. There were still so many things to get, so many people to call. My sister was frantic, her husband was neurotic. By 9pm, there were 20 people, friends and family, sitting in their living room waiting for David. We had champagne ready. We waited. We got in each other's way with the pacing. Waited.

Finally, Tim pulled up at around 10pm. My sister freaked out and wouldn't go to the door. She was afraid Tim would be standing there empty handed, come to bring the bad news that the woman had changed her mind. I looked out the window and saw Tim lifting a little baby out of a car seat. My heart skipped a beat. A baby.

I shoved my sister toward the front door and told her to chill out. She opened the door.

Tim walked in, held out David, and put him in my sister's waiting arms.

It was as if we had all been holding our breath until then and we all exhaled at once. And then the crying started. My father was crying, the neighbors were crying, we were all teary eyed and relieved. David was here. David was ours.

I thought my sister and brother in law were both going to pass out. They held David and stared at him for the longest time and nobody moved, nobody talked. Finally, someone popped the cork on a champagne bottle and we all cheered. For the next hour, David was passed from person to person and we all stared in wonder at the baby we had waited so long for.

David is a seven years old now. Not a day goes by that I don't think about the birth mother he has out there somewhere, and I wonder if she knows what she gave up. I look at his engaging smile and listen to his loud laugh and kiss his fuzzy little head and I wonder.

I see my sister and her husband with their child and I am so happy for them, and so thankful that Tim and his organization afforded them this opportunity, that this adorable child was not abandoned in a dumpster in the dark of night because the mother had no one to turn to.

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On The Giants Causeway




On The Giants Causeway





Irish mythology tells that Finn MacCool, a great Irish leader and mythological figure, was going about his daily duties on the north coast when one of his adversaries, a Scottish giant, started shouting and ridiculing Finn's fighting prowess. This angered Finn who lifted a lump of earth and pelted it to Scotland as a challenge to this giant. The Scottish giant retaliated with a rock back to Finn shouting that if he could get his hand on him, he would make sure that Finn would never fight again but adding that unfortunately he could not swim the short distance across the Channel, so Finn would be spared that fate. Finn was enraged by this and tore large pieces from the cliffs, he pushed them into the ocean bed and made a sturdy causeway to Scotland. When he had finished he shouted 'Now you'll have had no excuse'. Fearing to lose his own reputation and pride the Scottish giant had no alternative but come over the causeway. Finn was tired, he had not slept for the week he worked on the causeway and did not feel ready for fighting. He thought about how he could buy some time to recuperate in order to face the Scottish giant, and came up with an ingenious plan. Quickly he made a large cot, disguised himself as a baby and climbed inside...and waited. The Scottish giant arrived at Finn's house shouting, 'Where is that coward MacCool?' He noticed the crib and the baby inside it and his eyes widened in fear. He thought to himself, 'If this is the size of the baby?' What size is the Father?. Finn climbed out of the cot and towered above the Scottish giant. This terrified him even more and in fear of meeting the father of this child he turned on his heels and ran like he had never ran before, back across the causeway to Scotland destroying it as he went.

In reality, the causeway was formed during the early Tertiary period some 62 - 65 million years ago over a long period of igneous activity. Three lava outflows occurred known as the Lower, Middle and Upper Basaltic. Lulls occurred between the outflows as is evident in the deep inter-basaltic layer of reddish brown 'lithomarge' which is rich in clay, iron and aluminium oxides from weathering of the underlying basalt. The causeway area would have been situated in an equatorial region at that time, experiencing hot and humid conditions. This came about due to the fact that the earth's crust is floating on moving plates known as 'tectonic plates', these move slowly but over millions of years they can travel thousands of miles. The hexagonal columns of the causeway occur in the middle basalt layer, the same formations can be seen at Staffa in Scotland (Fingal's Cave) and they also occurs in the the surrounding landscape of North Antrim and in fact many other parts of the world.









where to buy a baby crib








where to buy a baby crib




Empty Cradle, Broken Heart, Revised Edition: Surviving the Death of Your Baby






The heartache of miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant death affects thousands of U.S. families every year. Empty Cradle, Broken Heart offers reassurance to parents who struggle with anger, guilt, and despair after such tragedy. Deborah Davis encourages grieving and makes suggestions for coping. This book strives to cover many different kinds of loss, including information on issues such as the death of one or more babies from a multiple birth, pregnancy interruption, and the questioning of aggressive medical intervention. There is also a special chapter for fathers as well as a chapter on "protective parenting" to help anxious parents enjoy their precious living children. Doctors, nurses, relatives, friends, and other support persons can gain special insight. Most importantly, parents facing the death of a baby will find necessary support in this gentle guide. If reading this book moves you to cry, try to accept this reaction. Your tears merge with those of other grieving parents.

A purpose of this book is to let bereaved parents know that they are not alone in their grief. With factual information and the words and insights of other bereaved parents, you can establish realistic expectations for your grief. Empty Cradle, Broken Heart is meant to help you through these difficult experiences by giving you things to think about, providing suggestions for coping and encouraging you to do what you need to survive your baby's death. Whether your baby dies recently or long ago, this information can be useful to you.










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