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How To Get Babies To Sleep In Their Crib

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how to get babies to sleep in their crib - I Sleep

I Sleep in My Own Bed

I Sleep in My Own Bed

Any parent of a toddler has been through the troubles of their child being too scared to sleep in their own bed "just because"--because of a monster, because of a noise, or because of a bad dream. Hopefully this book will be the companion to all the reasons why our young ones should want to spend more time in their bedrooms and realize that there is nothing to fear. This book takes a child on a journey to all the places they wouldn't want to sleep and outlines the reasons why their own bed is the perfect place to sleep.

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93 'till infinity

93 'till infinity

My roommate Mike P.
How convenient that my all-time favorite rap song includes my roommates name.

93 'til Infinity-Souls of Mischief
Yo whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus
and my man Op', you know he's dope (yo)
But right now y'know we just maxin in the studio
We hailin from East Oakland, California and, um
sometimes it gets a little hectic out there
But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill

Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget; plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Here's a forty, swig it, y'know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler
Damn! That's the fattest stog' I ever seen
The weather's heat in Cali; gettin weeded makes it feel like Maui
Now we feel the good vibrations
So many females, so much inspiration

I get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you (you) if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm done; take her home and quickly do this
I need not explain this (nahh)
A-Plus is famous - so get the anus!

Hey miss! Who's there? I'm through there
No time to do hair; the flick's at eight, so get straight
You look great - let's grub now
A rub down sounds flavor; later there's the theatre
We in the gut, the cinema, was mediocre
Take her to the crib so I can stroke her

Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in
close range, I throws game at your dip like handball
cause the man's all that
All fat - I be the chill from 93 'til

[Chorus: S.O.M.]
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Uh-huh, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill, from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill.. from 93 'til

Huh, my black Timbs do me well (yeah)
When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell (what?)
another person's business, I cause dizzyness
Until you - stop acting like a silly bitch

Yo, crews are jealous cause we get props
The cops, wanna stop - our fun, but the top
is where we're dwellin, swell and fat, no sleep
I work fit and jerks get their hoes sweeped
under their noses, this bro's quick
yo hit blunts and flip once I'm chillin cause my crew's close, kid

I'm posted, most kids accept this as cool
I exit, cause I'm an exception to the rule
I'm steppin - to the cool spots where crews flock to snare a dip
or see where the shit that's flam B
Blam leakin out his pocket
So I got tons of indo and go to the hoe in's
basement, my ace spent
Fattenin up tracks, Time to get prolific with the whiz kid

Greenbacks in stacks, don't even ask
who got the fat sacks we can max pumpin fat tracks
Exchangin facts about impacts, cause in facts
My freestyle talent overpowers brothers can't hack.. it
They lack wit; we got the mack shit
93 'Til Infinity - kill all that wack shit

Hah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill.. from 93 'til
Yeahhh this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill, from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 until
This is how we chill from 93 'til

I be coolin; school's in session but I'm fresh in
rappin so I take time off to never rhyme soft
I'm off on my own shit with my own click
Roll many back roads with a fat stog' and blunt, folding runts
Holding stunts captive with my persona
Plus a bomber, zestin
Niggaz is testin my patience; but I stay fresh and

Restin at the mall, attendance on 'noid
But I am shoppin for my wish to exploit
some cute fits, some new kicks
I often do this cause it's the pits not bein dipped

Flip - the flyer attire females desire
Baby you can step to this if you admire
The ex..traordinary dapper rapper
Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her

I'll mack her; attack her with the smoothness
I do this, peepin what my crew gets (huh)
loot, props, respect and blunts to pass
Crews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass (smak!)
They bite flows but we make up new ones
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
But I get - my loot from Jive/Zomba, I'ma bomb ya
You will see - from now 'til infinity

Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill, from 93 'til
Huh, this is how we chill from 93 'til
Yo, this is how we chill, from 93 'til
Aww yeah this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Yeah this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how.. we chill, from 93 'til

Hah-hah, just coolin out, y'know what I'm sayin
But, but who's chillin around the land y'know?
Yo, who's chillin? I think I know who's chillin
Yeah tell me who's chillin then then Plus

Casual - you know he's chillin
Yo, Pep Love - he gotta be chillin
Jay Biz - ya know he's chil

Maternal Love

Maternal Love

~~**This event hasn't happened yet, but I am too excited about it to wait for this upload :D so IC, this probably won't occur for another couple of weeks at the least.**~~

Rhapsody was up later than usual. The twins were sound asleep. She'd been uneasy about having them in the house wasn't as bad as she had expected. Her maternal instinct hadn't kicked in. She watched them with distance, happy that Cora was happy. Rhaps had never really liked kids. She had been jealous, envious of their childlike innocence... of their carefree childhoods.

She didn't know why she was still awake, nor why she was sitting in their room, watching them sleep but here she was. Staring, watching. Like some hired bodyguard to protect against whatever intruders may try to get at them. Its not that the bodyguard cared about the client...just that they were paid to do their job. Rhaps had been asked by Cora to watch their children tonight, since Rhaps had insisted Cora go to bed early this night. But they'd long since been asleep, and here she was...still awake.

Light filtered in golden and soft, from streetlight and as she sat and watched, she could almost imagine it was moonlight breaking through the clouds that kept the city bathed in night. Cora and Parx were asleep. She had demanded him home for Cora. Cora. Always about Cora. She leaned back in her chair across the way, eyes staring at the ceiling as her thoughts began to wander. Had her mother cradled and fawned over her as Cora did the twins, as her mother had her sister? Did her father ever hold even a glimmer of love for her? She couldn't remember her mother's face anymore, never really knew her dad to begin with. All she could remember, was the soft humming of her mother's voice. A generic 'motherly' figure, with ears and tail. White fur, like Libby's. As far as any details...they were lost to the years, to time itself and in part from the brainwashing Rhapsody had received growing up.

Her attention was snapped back to reality so fast she had mental whiplash. One baby stirred and made a soft, distressed sounding noise. She was up out of her chair before she knew it, to the side of the crib to pat the baby's back and watch her daughter settle down against her sister again, thumb in her mouth. Rhaps stared in awe, wondering how she'd made it to the crib as quickly as she had, and what had driven her to that spot...

Fear. She realized she was afraid something was wrong. As she stood, silent, she wondered: had her mother ever stood there, looking down at her and Liberte, and soothed her the way she'd soothed her own daughter..? Her daughter. The proof of hers and Cora's devotion made flesh. It was poetic.

She could feel something cracking inside her, as those two small people wormed their way into her heart. It happened quickly. One moment she'd been sitting there, distant and cool, and the next she'd been rushing to them with the intent to save them from anything that might happen, be it danger or diapers.

It shocked her, the strength of the feeling of love and devotion. "Hush little baby, don't you's all gonna be alright. Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya Mommy's here to hold ya through the night." She began to sing softly, one gloved finger stroking down a soft, downy cheek. Cora's cheek, but chubbier. Her nose. Cora's lips. Their daughters.

She continued to watch them sleep, a love so strong aching in her chest. She knew in that moment she'd give her heart and soul for these kids. It was painful to keep looking at them. She had to turn away...she just had to. She leaned against the windowsill, arm moving to hug herself. Lips pressed into a thin line as past hurts, past aches and scars she had thought had been long since healed, opened up as if she were back in the moment. She wanted love, she wanted her childhood, to just play with her sister. Her shoulders shook with the silent keening, mourning what she'd never had. The mother she never really knew. Her heart ached with the emptiness of her past, ached with the fullness her future promised with the two twin girls; Lolita and Ophelia. Silently, she made an give her daughters the childhood she never had...and to never let them walk down that tormented path she'd been forced to walk. She turned back towards the crib, fell to her knees beside it with a soft huff of air. She ever so gingerly rubbed their backs while they slept, a fond smile creasing her lips. She quietly choked on her tears, that smile turning into a grin. She knew she'd never let harm come to these precious girls. The rest of the night, she would watch over them, too in awe to even get a wink of sleep. Ever so quietly, she whispered for the first time to them since they were born "I love you."

And if you ask me too
Mommy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smil

how to get babies to sleep in their crib

how to get babies to sleep in their crib

Sleep In Heavenly Peace

Cold Storage: In May 2003, an Arizona man who'd bought dozens of sealed boxes at a self-storage facility's auction of unclaimed property made a horrifying discovery: the bodies of three plastic-wrapped infants, one of which had become mummified over the years. Police traced them to Dianne Odell, 50, a mother of eight children, who admitted the babies were hers but claimed that they'd died of natural causes. She'd kept the bodies for over twenty years before abandoning them. Justice Deferred: In 1989, police had found the remains of a long-dead infant in a suitcase in the trunk of a car Odell had abandoned. The statute of limitations on manslaughter had saved her then from prosecution. She maintained that the foetus was the product of a rape by her father and, after he beat her, was stillborn. Baby-Killer's Fate: Odell said her own domineering mother had forced her into teen prostitution and murdered what she viewed as 'bastard children.' Both parents were dead and unable to contradict her. Would Odell's stories sway the jury and buy her the mercy her babies were never granted? Or would she be forced to face the consequences of bringing innocent lives into the world - only to end them in cold blood...

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