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Kids Preferred Amazing Baby Sound Balls
Kids Preferred Amazing Baby Sound Balls Chime, Jingle, Crinkle!89% (19)
Sound balls come in a re-useable vinyl carry case, each are different sounds: Chimes, Jingle and Crinkle for little hands to play with! Includes 3 balls.
Amazing Baby toys are based on the amazing baby™ book series. They are uniquely created and based on accepted research of how babies develp within the first two years of life, AND most importantly they are fun!
Recommended Ages: 0 months & up
The Kids Preferred Amazing Baby Sound Balls are soft, multi-textured plush and fabric balls for young children to touch, listen to, play with, and delight in. Each ball makes a different sound--a chime, a jingle, or a crinkle. Each ball also has its own distinct patterning: two with bright colors, and one with black and white contrasts appealing to a baby's eyes. This fun sensory activity toy is infant safe; the set of three balls comes in a handy 12-inch carrying tube.
What's in the Box
Set of 3 baby sound balls and a carrying tube.
Rest in peace, my sweet baby girl.
We lost our precious Bonnabelle yesterday. She just turned 15 years old on April 1st, so we've had an incredible and joy-filled 15 years with her. We're so thankful for that, but at the moment, the grief is overwhelming. She was at our feet or in our laps constantly. She was born in the bushes outside of my husband's workplace, and then we adopted her six weeks later (after a co-worker took the Mom and the kittens home to care for them). I held her constantly when she was a kitten, and I think she believes that I'm another cat. :-) She was the most cuddly and affectionate cat that I've ever known. She wanted us to be with her as much as possible. Before Tugger died, she used to "herd" him toward their food bowl because she didn't like to eat alone. After he died, she did the same thing with us . . . she would walk around our feet in circles, meowing, until we led her to the food bowl and petted her on the head. She entered our world and clearly showed us her "princess" personality. Brent went to go get her from his coworker, and on the car ride home, she yelled her high-pitched kitten meow in Brent's ear as she crawled all over him while he was driving. We were afraid that Tugger or Gilbert, who were a year older than her, would hurt her on that first night home, but we needn't have worried. Here she was, a tiny ball of gray and white fluff, and she was beating up on two cats twice her size within her first day in our home. Tugger would be sound asleep and she would stalk him, wiggling her cute lil' kitten butt, then bolting across the room and rolling him over as she pounced on him. They loved each other like crazy and would wrestle and sleep together and groom each other often. When she was a wee kitten, she would sit in the kitchen and fall asleep sitting up, swaying slightly from side to side. It was precious. In our former house, we had a small infestation of crickets for about a month. One night, Bonnabelle started making this "roooowring" sound, very loudly. We thought something was wrong with her, but all she was doing was proudly showing us the cricket that she had just caught. It was still in her mouth, and when I went over to her, she dropped it at my feet. She did this every few nights or so, until the crickets were gone. Even though she was a complete loudmouth, she didn't like when WE were loud. If I was working on something on my laptop (in the family room) and I would call up to Brent when he was upstairs, she would come running over to me and jump up on my lap, and get as close to my face as she could. She would meow and try to "get at" my mouth . . . not to bite it, but almost as if to say "close your mouth, Mommy. You're being waaaaaay too loud." Bonnabelle was diagnosed with diabetes five years ago, and we thought we were going to lose her then. I did a lot of internet research and found out what insulin was best for cats, since our old vet didn't know much about feline diabetes. We finally got her regulated on her insulin, after a few ups and downs, and she was a vibrant, healthy cat ever since. She had the energy of a kitten, even with her diabetes and a thyroid condition. In the past six months, she developed another habit . . . so we started calling her Princess and the Pea. She always liked to sit on us in the evenings when we were relaxing or watching television, and usually she would sit directly on my lap. But one day, Brent had a pillow on his lap, and she decided that she no longer wanted to sit on our laps, but on a pillow in our laps. She would stare at us and meow until we got a pillow, and then she would crawl up on it and start purring her butt off. :-) This became such a habit that she wanted to be on a pillow all the time, like a Princess. She would come up on our bed in the mornings, after eating and getting her shot, and wait until we got one of our pillows out for her to perch on. Then she would settle in for some serious kitty attention (one of us massaging her head and ears and under her chin). She would purr so loudly that it would make the bed rumble. Last week, I noticed that she was out of breath a bit going up the stairs. On Sunday, she was worse, so we took her in to the vet on Monday morning. After xrays and a fluid drainage procedure for her chest cavity, we thought she was going to make it. The tests kept coming back with good news . . . her kidneys, liver and heart were in great condition, and she looked good. But her breathing was still labored, and I could barely handle seeing her like that. We finally found out why she was having such difficulty breathing. She was diagnosed with idiopathic chylothorax, where lymph fluid accumulates in the chest cavity. It's usually caused by something else, but the vet didn't know what was causing it. There are treatments available, but we didn't want to put her through anymore, with no guarantees that she would improve. She had already spent much of Monday at t
this article describes it well: ANOTHER BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS: MARDI GRAS Rick Bragg/New York Times/February 19, 1995 The little shotgun house is peeling and the Oldsmobile in front is missing a rear bumper, but Larry Bannock can glimpse glory through the eye of his needle. For almost a year he has hunkered over his sewing table, joining beads, velvet, rhinestones, sequins, feathers and ostrich plumes into a Mardi Gras costume that is part African, part Native American. "I'm pretty," said Mr. Bannock, who is 6 feet tall and weighs 300 pounds. "And baby, when I walk out that door there ain't nothing cheap on me." Most days, this 46-year-old black man is a carpenter, welder and handyman, but on Mardi Gras morning he is a Big Chief, one of the celebrated -- if incongruous -- black Indians of Carnival. He is an important man. Sometime around 11 A.M. on Feb. 28, Mr. Bannock will step from his house in a resplendent, flamboyant turquoise costume complete with a towering headdress, and people in the largely black and poor 16th and 17th Wards, the area known as Gert Town, will shout, cheer and follow him through the streets, dancing, drumming and singing. "That's my glory," he said. Like the other Big Chiefs, he calls it his "mornin' glory." He is one of the standard-bearers of a uniquely New Orleans tradition. The Big Chiefs dance, sing and stage mock battles -- wars of words and rhymes -- to honor American Indians who once gave sanctuary to escaped slaves. It is an intense but elegant posturing, a street theater that some black men devote a lifetime to. But this ceremony is also self-affirmation, the way poor blacks in New Orleans honor their own culture in a Carnival season that might otherwise pass them by, said the Big Chiefs who carry on the tradition, and the academics who study it. These Indians march mostly in neighborhoods where the tourists do not go, ride on the hoods of dented Chevrolets instead of floats, and face off on street corners where poverty and violence grip the people most of the rest of the year. The escape is temporary, but it is escape. "They say Rex is ruler," said Mr. Bannock, referring to the honorary title given to the king of Carnival, often a celebrity, who will glide through crowds of tourists and local revelers astride an elaborate float. "But not in the 17th Ward. 'Cause I'm the king here. This is our thing. "The drums will be beating and everybody will be hollering and" -- he paused to stab the needle through a mosaic of beads and canvas -- "and it sounds like all my people's walking straight through hell." A man does not need an Oldsmobile, with or without a bumper, if he can walk on air. Lifted there by the spirit of his neighborhood, it is his duty to face down the other Big Chiefs, to cut them down with words instead of bullets and straight razors, the way the Indians used to settle their disagreements in Mardi Gras in the early 1900s. Mr. Bannock, shot in the thigh by a jealous old chief in 1981, appears to be the last to have been wounded in battle. "I forgave him," Mr. Bannock said. The tribes have names like the Yellow Pocahontas, White Eagles, the Golden Star Hunters and the Wild Magnolias. The Big Chiefs are not born, but work their way up through the ranks. Only the best sewers and singers become Big Chiefs. By tradition, the chiefs must sew their own costumes, and must do a new costume from scratch each year. Mr. Bannock's fingers are scarred from a lifetime of it. His right index finger is a mass of old punctures. Some men cripple themselves, through puncture wounds or repetitive motion, and have to retire. The costumes can cost $5,000 or more, a lot of cash in Gert Town. The rhythms of their celebration, despite their feathered headdresses, seem more West African or Haitian than Indian, and the words are from the bad streets of the Deep South. Mr. Bannock said that no matter what the ceremony's origins, it belongs to New Orleans now. The battle chants have made their way into popular New Orleans music. The costumes hang in museums. "Maybe it don't make no sense, and it ain't worth anything," said Mr. Bannock. But one day a year he leads his neighborhood on a hard, forced march to respect, doing battle at every turn with other chiefs who are out trying to do the same. Jimmy Ricks is a 34-year-old concrete finisher most of the year, but on Mardi Gras morning he is a Spy Boy, the man who goes out ahead of the Big Chief searching for other chiefs. He is in love with the tradition, he said, because of what it means to people here. "It still amazes me," he said, how on Mardi Gras mornings the people from the neighborhood drift over to Mr. Bannock's little house on Edinburgh Street and wait for a handyman to lead them. "To understand it, you got to let your heart wander," said Mr. Bannock, who leads the Golden Star Hunters. "All I go
The astonishing story of a baby's first two years.Similar posts:
Renowned zoologist and scholar of human behavior Desmond Morris (The Naked Ape) reveals a baby's incredible powers of development and extraordinary growth patterns. Through informed text and stunning photographs and artworks, this insightful reference surveys the biology, physics, chemistry and other forces which drive the rapid changes that occur in a baby's body every day.
Amazing Baby is a discovery tour through a baby's first two years. The story progresses from the moment of conception through each phase of development in the womb and beyond as the baby is born and matures into a talking, walking individual with a unique personality. Chapters are organized by both stage and type of growth.
The book features 250 large and beautiful color photographs and illustrations in an innovative layout that invites both browsing and study. Full-color tracing paper overlays illustrate the many intricacies of infant anatomy. Throughout the book, retrospective glimpses of life in the womb remind the reader of the profound influence of those first nine months.
This beautiful visual reference is designed to appeal to anyone -- especially parents -- interested in how the human body evolves and works. It is also an ideal book to use with siblings of a new baby.
The contents include:
In the womb: the miracle of life; how baby develops; what baby feels, sees, hears and senses
Growing: muscles and bones, hormones, sustenance, sleep and dreams
Staying healthy: powers of self-preservation, reflexes, immune system, hormones, self-repair
Movement: mastering movement- holding the head, rolling, sitting, crawling, walking
Communication: hard-wired crying, babbling, speaking, listening, body movement
Learning: intelligence, awareness and understanding, exploring
Emotions: personality, experiences, bonding, relationships
Becoming independent: why humans take so long do so -- longer than any other mammal.
Some of the fascinating facts in Amazing Baby:
Babies cannot distinguish between night and day until they are about ten weeks. Instead, they rely on their stomachs to regulate their day.
Within a few days of birth, a baby can distinguish between the touch of brush bristles that are of different diameters.
Within 45 hours of birth, a newborn knows his/her own mother by her smell.
Babies have about 10,000 taste buds, far more than adults do. These are not just on the tongue but on the side, back and roof of the mouth as well.
Desmond Morris' landmark book, The Naked Ape: A Zoologist's Study of the Human Animal, was published in 1967. A worldwide best-seller, it examined how humans feed, sleep, fight, mate and raise young and compared human behavior with that of apes. Controversial at the time, the book shed new light on the subject and helped change popular perceptions.
As in all his books, Desmond Morris reaches a popular audience and demystifies science.
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