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Car Window Shades For Babies

car window shades for babies
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  • (window shade) an opaque window blind that can cover or uncover a window
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  • (Window Shading) Any device for reducing unwanted heat gain from a window.
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  • (For Baby (For Bobbie)) John Denver (December 31, 1943 - October 12, 1997), born Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr., was an American singer-songwriter, actor, activist, and poet.
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car window shades for babies - Munchkin SpongeBob
Munchkin SpongeBob SquarePants White Hot Safety SunBlock Shade, Colors May Vary
Munchkin SpongeBob SquarePants White Hot Safety SunBlock Shade, Colors May Vary
Munchkin SpongeBob SquarePants™ White Hot® Safety SunBlock Shade
Give your kids more safety under the sun.
Now side windows won't let heat, UV rays and glare in to make your child hot and uncomfortable. Our patented White Hot® heat alert will let you know if the car's temperature is unsafe for your child. The retractable shade opens and closes with a 2-step release button, and is easy to adjust to any window. It stays securely on your window with suction cups and has a suction cup pull-handle. It makes everyone a little more comfortable in the car.

Has a driver-safe, see-through material
Suction cups attach to car window to prevent damage to car upholstery
Suction cups cannot be removed, so there's no choking hazard
Full 14" wide

86% (13)
Maurice is up already in the kitchen with a pack of cold cuts, bread, lettuce and cheese laid out on the counter. Earlier, I watched the silver Cadillac truck leave from my bedroom window while putting on my boots, jeans and hoodie. One of his girls had been over, I don’t know which one. I track them by the cars that park and leave from the driveway when I get up for work at around 11. Tonight was the silver Cadillac; Dawn or Jenny, whichever one that drives a silver car. Hearing my footsteps, Maurice looks over his shoulder with the butter knife still in hand. “You going to work man?” “Yeah.” “Right on. Right on. We all do what we got to do.” He dips the knife back into the Country Crock and smears it on a piece of toasted bread. I could smell the burnt edges from down the hall. “Help yourself to some breakfast,” he says. And I do. I’ve been staying with Maurice for the last two weeks. From living with the girlfriend, I try not to think of her as the ex because I don’t want to, not ready yet, to here. I put my glasses on the table and rub two fingers against my temple like I’m trying to project something out of me. Maurice and I went to state together. We were best friends. I don’t mind working nights. It’s not a natural phenomena, humans aren’t made to be nocturnal, but I like the quietness. I don’t see anyone on the streets. No one bothers me. No one calls me. I’m a ghost in the world. I lift the boxes and palettes like a poltergeist. When I get out at six in the morning, Joan is waiting at her house a few miles from the shopping mall. I park my car down the block and wait for the blue Acura to turn the corner. I text her; the bedroom blinds go up. Joan never comes to the door. She leaves it unlocked for me and I let myself in and smell the coffee, Seattle’s Best, the good stuff. She always has it. Her boyfriend buys all the good things for her. Joan is sitting in a robe with her ankles crossed. I glimpse a black bra and jersey pajama pants in the slit. She always wears the same thing in the morning, more or less. Today the pants have rein-deers all over them but I don’t make fun of her even though I want to. What is it, Christmas? Should I have come wrapped in a ribbon? Nah, how about a bow tie, she’d say. You’re the only woman I’d wear a bow tie for. “How was work?” she says. She is standing by the open window and taps her cigarette on the sill. The ashes fall into the alley next to the air conditioning unit. I look outside. It’s April now, the light comes earlier in the morning. Sitting on a stool with her chin on her palm and her fingers curled against her cheek, she'd break any man. Maurice and the boys love to talk shit about me and Joan. “That white hipster chick with the Elvis Presley glasses.” Maurice says while we’re watching Mavericks on TV. We’re all buzzed with fat boys of King Cobra in our fist. “It’s Costello man.” “Whatever. All the same. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out making beautiful hand-made things?” “Fuck you dude,” I say to Maurice. When someone brings up the girlfriend, the room goes quiet. Maurice turns the volume up on the game and things are alright after a few seconds. I get some looks: she ain’t worth it man, that Korean bitch ain't good for you. Man up. The boys say. They always got my back. “Work was great.” I drag a second stool from the nook and set it down next to her. I sit with my back against the wall, away from the windows. I’m smiling at her. That kind of crooked smile that lets her know how was work. She looks over the top edge of her thick black glasses: now you’re here and I’ ve been waiting for you. How was work? “You done with that? Let’s go to the bedroom.” I watch the last embers burn down between her fingers. “Not the bedroom. We just had that there this morning.” “I see. You know I don’t really care.” I’ve abandoned a lot of myself. “I know baby but I do. We can stay in the living room today.” Joan is thinner than I remembered. I brace my hands against her sides and feel the ribs under the joints of my fingers. It’s my first time back since a month ago. Back then, I was still with the girlfriend. “I don’t think you should come here anymore,” Joan had said. “Why?” “You make me feel like I’m a bad person.” I peeled myself off the bed, went into the kitchen and made her a sandwich. I served it on a coffee saucer and a glass of milk on the side. “It comes with a hard-boiled egg, just like how you like it.” “Thanks.” She ate the sandwich and we sat with our backs against the headboard while watching the sun rise outside the window. “It’s not that I don’t want you but it ain’t right, right now.” “Don’t even think about it. I won’t be a stranger no matter what,” I said. “I’m sorry.” I miss one of the slots on my jeans as I’m putting my belt on. She never called me by name. “Where you going?” she said. “Going home to sleep.” I slide my hand down the insides of her pajama pants. She’s warm and my hand’s dry. L
Day 66/365 - Where'd you go?
Day 66/365 - Where'd you go?
3/7/2010 -- Where'd you go? I miss you so, Seems like it's been forever, That you've been gone. Pretty much my mood.. and emotions in a nutshell. The text below is going to summarize my day yesterday so read if you will: Yesterday... I was having a horrible day, my worst day of 2010. I was swearing, screaming my head off in my car..Everything was getting to me. I was ready to break down and call it quits. I just wanted to stop driving my car and just lay there and hopefully wake up with a better day ahead of me, something I can look forward to. Yesterday...Let me describe my day for y'all. Woke up, bad hair day. Put on a beanie and then drove all the way to Des Moines for a couple shoot..We got kicked out of the first place and then went to the pier a couple blocks down...The pier was closed. So...We just went to this other place that was a beach and near the ocean. It was pretty nice, and we finished the shoot up there. The sun was HARSH as hell, it was basically above me like I said in yesterdays caption. The shadows were very harsh even with a ND filter to stop it down slightly. After that, we had some shots in the shade with my strobe that were posed. Those were better now that I had complete control of the lighting. After we wrapped that shoot up, we drove back to Walters house (the proud papa of the baby on day 1 :D) We did some more baby shots there and then got some Pizza and Pepsi. That was really nice of them! After that.. I knew that I had two more places to take photos, the break battle and then at this dance in kirkland. I was slightly late to the battle because I was editing photos and got stuck in spur of the moment 7:30pm saturday night traffic on 520? Wtf? So I sped onto i90 and then got to the battle late. I wasn't able to get a good spot for photos because I was late... and then I had to leave early to get to my next gig. I get to kirkland slightly late and then walk into the building. They said that I could not take any photos because people needed to sign a waiver that allowed publishing the photos online. Basically whoever asked me to go take photos didn't do their part and screwed my night up, so..For that, thank you very much. After that flake, I went back to the battle to catch the last two crews going at it. I was there for about 20 minutes before I went home. I got home and then just went to my friends to vent ahah. Oh and also...Someone messed with my honda symbol on my car so that isn't there in the front...For the second time. I don't see what's so cool about honda symbols that people have to jack them all the time? Okay! Thanks for reading my summary of my day and why I'm pissed off. Below will be the meaning of this photo and what it represents to me. So recently...Err like more than a couple months ago, me and my girlfriend broke up. I wasn't 100% on doing it, but I felt that it needed to be done for some reason. I felt bad after and I still do..That's why I took this photo. I am waiting for something to happen, I don't know what..But I miss her a lot, and I just don't know what to do anymore. I feel lost and not in control of anything. I was angry yesterday and had no one to talk to, I just felt like I was in a never-ending cycle of anger and bullshit. Constantly, things were happening to me that were not for the good. Maybe I was just paying attention to those specifically but I just feel horrible in general. School is a pain in the ass, I have no one to talk to in class, I feel alone right now and I don't like it at all. I bet a lot of you know how I feel..But like someone said, Karma. I broke her heart so I guess mine is supposed to be broken. I guess? I don't know what else to really say because my mind is in like 400 different places right now but...If you want to talk about anything, please hit me up because I'd like a nice conversation with someone. Not that hi, bye, crap. But something worth while, someone that wants to get to know me more not for what I do or what I look like but for who I am. I think that goes around a lot now a days, people that only like you for what you do or who you hang around with, or even what you dress like. I think that's pitiful and straight up stupid. Get to know people, get personal. Hope you liked my story today and continue to follow my photostream and basically my life. -- Camera Info: Canon 5D Canon 17-40mm f/4L Window Light. -- Editing Info: Lots of burning/dodging. Lots of cloning. Selective de-saturation. -- Have an amazing day, look on the bright side.

car window shades for babies
car window shades for babies
On the Night You Were Born
On the night you were born,
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you
and the night wind whispered.
“Life will never be the same.”
This debut picture book by Nancy Tillman has touched the hearts of readers of all ages, from the youngest readers, to new mothers, to grandparents. A New York Times and Publishers Weekly bestselling book, On the Night You Were Born is sure to be a beloved addition to family libraries.
On the night you were born you brought wonder and magic to the world. Here is a book that celebrates you. It is meant to be carried wherever life takes you, over all the roads, through all the years.