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Baby Falling From Bed

baby falling from bed
  • Move downward, typically rapidly and freely without control, from a higher to a lower level
  • dropping: coming down freely under the influence of gravity; "the eerie whistle of dropping bombs"; "falling rain"
  • becoming lower or less in degree or value; "a falling market"; "falling incomes"
  • Hang down
  • Become detached accidentally and drop to the ground
  • decreasing in amount or degree; "falling temperature"
  • A very young child, esp. one newly or recently born
  • the youngest member of a group (not necessarily young); "the baby of the family"; "the baby of the Supreme Court"
  • A young or newly born animal
  • a very young child (birth to 1 year) who has not yet begun to walk or talk; "the baby began to cry again"; "she held the baby in her arms"; "it sounds simple, but when you have your own baby it is all so different"
  • The youngest member of a family or group
  • pamper: treat with excessive indulgence; "grandparents often pamper the children"; "Let's not mollycoddle our students!"
  • a plot of ground in which plants are growing; "the gardener planted a bed of roses"
  • A place or article used by a person or animal for sleep or rest
  • The time for sleeping
  • a piece of furniture that provides a place to sleep; "he sat on the edge of the bed"; "the room had only a bed and chair"
  • A piece of furniture for sleep or rest, typically a framework with a mattress and coverings
  • furnish with a bed; "The inn keeper could bed all the new arrivals"
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PRIMO Adjustable Bed Guard Rail (White)
PRIMO Adjustable Bed Guard Rail (White)
Primo Adjustable Guard Rail Transitioning from crib to toddler bed is difficult enough, but when the child is falling out of bed it becomes even more traumatic. A bed rail is the safest and easiest to solution to a child who falls. A toddler bed rail erases all worries from the parents mind and the child's too. Primo offers an affordable bed rail which expands to fit just about all models of bed. It expands form 43 to 60 inches. The Primo Adjustable Guard Rail is also very easy to use as it can easily detach for maximum convenience and can be stored just about anywhere. It is an easy to use bed rail because of the innovative ribbed legs which help keep the rail from shifting. Since it's made of non-toxic polypropylene plastic, children will always be safe. This is one bed rail which is at the top of the list when it comes to bed rail safety

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The Falls Night Mist
The Falls Night Mist
The most powerful part of the falls seems to be right at the bottom where the lights magnify the beauty at night. HDR? r U kidding Note to America (An Angelic Prospectus) {James Watkins} Listening to you long enough, He let you have your say- Hunkered down in dreary towns, Free-falling in the fray. Some things don’t matter any more- It’s plain enough to see, Some things are very simple, They happen….naturally. Independence indigence, Insurrection-on- Spiritual insanity, Delusion on the throne. Continental congress, Covenant complete- Freedom found From captive crown, Taxation by defeat. Won in war by warrior Bowed behind the scene, Governmental grannies Gassed and running lean. Sequential celebration Leaning to the right, Took the town To middle ground Then sweetened up the fight. Promise within promises, Permanence in peace, Stolen blind By captive minds In national retreat. God is gone, Like Gustov’s ghost On graduated ground- Ridden rampant on a rail, Run right out of town. Religion’s rotting refuse, Educated zeal, Baby and bathwater, Thrown out By window seal. Agreement by convenience, The triad is complete- The church, the crown, The golden ground, Professionals at least. Garish, gloating, gatherings, Temperamental tasks- Tarnished targets Tempting time with Brutal baby blasts. Fallen front, Forensic flash, Fine and faker fast- Foul and festering Filthy freight, Fleeing from the past. Happy hoppy horn toad, Captain of the world- No feral fear, Calm crystal queer- Call every boy and girl. Mother’s mayhem Adam’s aunt, Gone completely mad- Tried-on, Tricked-up trousers Tenderized a tad. Evening ever-afters, Happy once again- Haunted house, Forget the mouse, “Egad” The men are dead. Lovely Lucys laughing, Controlling interest lair, The lion is dead, So go to bed- Don’t bother with the bear. Faded fledgling, Fashioned farce, Fractured flaky foe- Disneyed duckling Drawn and daft, Domesticated woe. Fricasseed and Freezer freed, Stolen by the mole- Galloping, The gourmet ran Grimly to the goal. Down and distance Delicate, Don’t do the Dirty Dan. Playmate pawns Now petrified, Passed on by Peter Pan. Willful, Wicked wonders- Empty and petite- Cover blown, Refused by phone- Destined for defeat. Sayonara Sonya- Cronkite caught a cold- While Willy Wonka Whacked his weed, Then headed down The road. Christ like crucifixions, Criminal and crass, Crippled captains Carcassed cold, Middle-eastern mass. Choose to tremble, Choose to cheat, Choose whom you will serve- Choose to conquer, Or..Choose defeat- The quintessential blurb. Honing hackers Headed home, Hackensackin fools, Round and round They tumble down- With detrimental tools. Hemispheric hovering- Contact incomplete- Pioneered truth By blazered brute, Confused by Quiet elite. It’s given best, To those who rest, In reverential form. With wealth well cast To traveler who’s sheltered From the storm. Retreat is not an option- At long last life is spent- Though living in And impact zone Is hardly worth the rent. Revolution ready- Armed and graveled green- No average addled army, To slay this brazen queen. Unseen worded Warrior- Wondrous to behold- Breastplate bronzed And burnished- Countenance so bold. Dispatched in dog-ged duty, Determined and complete- To fight with fire and fury, Till victory’s at his feet! James Watkins 10-05
Everyone needs someone to cry for them.
Everyone needs someone to cry for them.
This morning, a baby bird fell from a little nook just below the roof of my house. He landed in a bed of rocks, not smooth stones, but jagged rocks. I scooped him into my hand, willing him to stay alive. His tiny, frail body fit into my palm perfectly and he laid there, gasping for breath, his little baby mouth opening as wide as possible, trying to capture as much air as he could. His little chest pitter-pattered up and down frantically while I stroked the little baby feathers and wrinkly baby skin that covered his baby body. I took one second to exchange a glance with my mother. Just a second or two, that's all. But when I looked back down at the little being in the palm of my hand, his chest was no longer moving, his neck had gone slack. There was one last futile gasp and then his eyes began to close ever so slowly. I knew he was dead and there was no bringing him back, no nursing him back to health in a shoebox filled with fabric and feathers in the living room. I knew that, but regardless, I couldn't make my fingers stop caressing his soft little downy feathers. If he hadn't fallen, maybe one day he would have sung me awake, perched on the bush outside my window, swaying in the summer breeze. Or maybe he was a she and she would have grown up to be a beautiful maiden with a family of her own. Either way, that little baby would have been free to dance in the sky and play on the wind. Free to leap from a tree and let his wings catch him and take him wherever his little beating heart desired. But instead, his lifeless body is laying, buried underneath a tree behind my house. In due time, he'll dissolve into the soil, maybe a something will grow with help from what's left of him, a flower, perhaps. Or maybe the coyotes will - no. No, a flower will grow where we buried him after he died in my hand.

baby falling from bed
baby falling from bed
When Scott Alan gets a phone call that his brother was hurt on a logging job, he rushes to Brian’s side, only to find that his injuries are minor—but not before he meets Hank Ballam, an adrenaline-seeking logger who's an outcast among his co-workers.

Hank is a study in contrast: he lives for the rush of climbing and cutting trees almost as much as he loves the peace he finds exploring the mountains he calls home. Scott’s attraction to Hank is immediate and mind-blowing, and it’s what Scott has always wanted: to know what it’s like to love someone he can’t live without.

Scott needs to know if Hank’s true feelings will be a roar of passion or simply a quiet friendship, one that doesn’t match Scott’s devotion. But it may be too late… Scott simply can’t help himself from falling hard for Hank.

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