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選擇嬰兒車家長必須考慮到的事情

父母喜歡晚飯後帶孩子散步。 對於不能走路的嬰兒來說,嬰兒車成為必不可少的“交通工具”,但嬰兒車有很多種。 如何購買嬰兒車成為關鍵。


買嬰兒車要注意幾個方面,承重性,嬰兒車將是一個陪伴自己孩子2-3年的交通管理工具與玩伴,隨著我國嬰兒體重的增長,嬰兒車要有學生足夠的承重性,尤其是嬰兒車的座椅一定要提高安全環境舒適。


便攜性,無論是逛街還是旅遊,一款高便攜式嬰兒車,絕對會被稱為媽媽的得力助手,尤其是可以乘坐飛機和火車的嬰兒車,會給出行帶來更大的便利。


存儲空間,物品進行帶寶寶也比較多,如紙巾,尿布,衣服,毯子變化等,童車有足夠的存儲空間,不能容納太多的事情,以避免尷尬。


車輪進行質量,一般嬰兒車的前面我們兩個輪子都是一個萬向輪,優質嬰兒車萬向輪在轉向時候需要具有發展非常高的流暢性嘛,同時在直行時候他們不會亂轉彎,質量差的嬰兒車則不能,所以在挑選自己適合學生可以通過推行體驗。


制動性能,嬰兒車車輪具有制動功能,特別是在下坡或停車時制動功能必不可少,雖然在生活中使用較少,但絕對不容忽視。


BB車最關鍵的一點就是它的安全性要高,要有足夠的承托力,才能保障寶寶的安全,這樣寶寶的在入睡時脊柱得到一定的承托不受影響。

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奶瓶的選擇不容小覷

隨著寶寶的成長,媽媽在選購時,一定要選擇合適且合格的品質。如何選擇瓶子?


Bfree 奶瓶嘅外型cute cute 地,屬於輕巧窈窕型,微微A字型直身冇「腰」嘅,易拎唔跣手。樽口好闊,有5cm,沖奶粉唔怕啲奶粉痴曬喺邊邊,由儲奶樽倒入去亦都唔怕手殘倒瀉。

觀察奶瓶的透明度


選擇任何一個奶瓶,仔細觀察奶瓶的透明度,因為高品質的奶瓶具有良好的透明度,可以看到牛奶水,瓶身也有清晰和標准的尺度。


試奶瓶的硬度


與瓶差相比,瓶硬度更高的質量,容易變形。如果瓶瓶軟,在高溫下變形,會有滲出有毒物質,影響寶寶的健康。


聞奶瓶的氣味


買瓶子時,打開瓶蓋聞一聞,確保沒有刺激性氣味。如果瓶子沒有異味,通常是合格的優質瓶子,值得購買。


嘗試了來自英國Bfree第三代防脹氣奶瓶,我揀選了一玻璃及一矽膠兩款奶樽來比較一下,其實玻璃奶樽與矽膠奶樽各有好處,和矽膠奶樽比較,玻璃的更衛生耐用,而且傳熱快,初生寶寶使用佳,而矽膠奶樽樽身較輕,待小Timson在五至六個月的時候可給他學習自己捧著奶樽喝奶。

此外,孩子的效果和興趣有很大的關系,孩子喜歡聽故事,如果能通過閱讀故事、播放故事、閱讀故事等來提高孩子的閱讀能力。把聽著的故事變成“和你的成年人一起讀”。故事,以及促進孩子主動告訴父母的故事,以及口語表達能力的提高都是很有幫助的。


其他奶樽比較,發現Bfree 防脹氣奶樽不會像其他牌子的奶樽一樣,喝完後留下大量泡泡!這就是 Bfree 防脹氣奶樽低真空值的好處啦!

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The wayback machine is reminding me of the summer when everybody I knew, absolutely everybody, was growing zucchini. It was the first time any of us had grown zucchini, so no one really knew what to do—how to plant it, when to plant it and, most critically, when to harvest it.

You know how it is with zucchini. One day it is small and meek and gentle, and then overnight it becomes enormous. Like a fallen tree trunk or an Olympic gymnast’s thigh. If you’ve never grown zucchini before in your life, you can’t not allow this drama to happen. You are in its thrall. Your garden has been enchanted, and this one little plant is churning out so. much. food. Until you go to cook it, of course, which is when you find out that the cute little night-before squashes would have been far superior to this, this, this styrene-like flavor-free something.

dear dead days was that, for weeks, everyone was trying to unload vast supplies of giant zucchini. People who had grown too much and too large zucchini were driving around the countryside desperately trying to hand it off to other people who, frankly, had their own embarrassment of zucchini to deal with. I remember zucchini boats stuffed with feta, rice and walnuts; zucchini thrown promiscuously into any sort of pasta sauce; and of course there were dozens of recipes for baked goods crammed with zucchini.

At the end of the summer, I came back to Michigan, expecting to not have to look at or cook with or eat any more zucchini for an entire year. To my horror, though, everyone in Michigan had also gone zucchini mad, and people were welcoming me home by bringing over the whole array (zucchini logs/zucchini boats/zucchini bread) all the time. All the time. My fridge and pantry were bulging with the stuff. And, appallingly, my dad had also fallen prey to the zucchini disease. He came to visit, with an enormous pile of zucchini, which I have to say were the biggest of all, good work, Dad!, each the size of a four-month-old baby. He was really bursting with pride over those giants. I said, “Dad, do you think your neighbors might like that zucchini? Because, look, I really have so much already.” And I showed him my overflowing fridge and shelves crowded with zucchini breads and cakes and cookies and muffins. “Of course,” he said, and when he left through the kitchen door, he took all his zucchini babies with him.

About half an hour later, I went out onto the front porch to check the mail, and sitting there, right in front of my door, were all of his zucchini, in a big neat stack, like a cord of firewood.

This quick weeknight recipe is inspired by Cantonese cooking, not by that summer of giant zucchini. It is super fast and delicious. It uses nice, dark green, little zucchini—about half a pound or so—cut into slender matchsticks. They will cook up a treat in no time and, because they are small and fine, will taste of the lovely summer garden, rather than of cardboard and vanity.

PS: I don’t even remember what I did with that cord of paternal zucchini. It’s gone from the mind. Just as well, I suspect.

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If you’re growing zucchini in your backyard garden, or if any neighbors within a 10 mile radius are, there’s a good chance that you’re up to your ears in green squash by now. Even weeds aren’t as vigorous in most cases, crowded out by masses of tangled vines heavy with fruit and flowers. Although impressively versatile, swapping loyalties from sweet to savory associations at the drop of the hat, playing the backup or , there comes a point when it’s hard to contemplate another plate of the stuff. I’ve seen a particularly prolific garden down the street where zucchini line the porch, free for the taking. One of them has grown so large that it now sits regally in the deck chair, presiding over the others like a monarch, complete with a rather handsome straw hat atop its crown Karson Choi.

When faced with such zucchini abundance, my default answer is to bust out the trusty old spiralizer. No cooking, no muss, no fuss, and you’ve got a pile of crisp green noodles to dress up or down as you please. That’s all well and good for the average sized squash, but once you get a full pound of flesh in every squash, even the spiralizer can’t save you anymore Karson Choi.

Zucchini bread is a classic approach to tackling this kind of glut, but for these extenuating circumstances, it still isn’t enough. No, this calls for a full-frontal zucchini exposé, not just a handful of shreds hidden within a loaf of quick bread. Drawing inspiration from the ever-popular concept of stuffed zucchini instead, all it takes is a few simple ingredient swaps, and you’ve got a bona fide, zuchini-fied dessert worthy of any summer’s harvest.

Hollowed out and refilled with a luscious mixture of spiced bread pudding, those once unlovable giant Italian squash will finally get the praise they’re due. Never again turn away those extra-large options, claiming their interiors to be “too seedy” to be any good- A familiar refrain that I’ll admit I’m guilty of saying as well. Like any bread pudding worth its salt (or sugar, as it were) the add-ins are entirely flexible based on personal preferences. Go crazy with your favorite nut, try out different dried fruits, or go ahead, double down on the chocolate chips and indulge your inner chocoholic Karson Choi.

Though they don’t make for great eating in this application, there’s still no reason to toss the zucchini innards! Try chopping them up and simmer them in marinara sauce or blend them into just about any soup, for starters. You’re only limited by what your garden can produce, and if your situation is looking anything like mine, there will be quite a bit more zucchini still to come, ripe for experimentation.

Life time Catch



He was 11 years old and went fishing every chance he got from the dock at his family's cabin on an island in the middle of a New Hampshire lake.

  On the day before the bass season opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening, catching sunfish and perch with worms. Then he tied on a small silver lure and practiced casting. The lure struck the water and caused colored ripples in the sunset, then silver ripples as the moon rose over the lake restylane.

  When his peapole doubled over, he knew something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully worked the fish alongside the dock.

  Finally, he very gingerly lifted the exhausted fish from the water. It was the largest one he had ever seen, but it was a bass Decorative Works.

  The boy and his father looked at the handsome fish, gills playing back and forth in the moonlight. The father lit a match and looked at his watch. It was 10 P.M.-- two hours before the season opened. He looked at the fish, then at the boy.

  "You'll have to put it back, son," he said.

  "Dad!" cried the boy.

  "There will be other fish," said his father.

  "Not as big as this one," cried the boy.

  He looked around the lake. No other fishermen or boats were anywhere around in the moonlight. He looked again at his father. Even though no one had seen them, nor could anyone ever know what time he caught the fish, the boy could tell by the clarity of his father's voice that the decision was not negotiable. He slowly worked the hook out of the lip of the huge bass and lowered it into the black water Invisalign.

  The creature swished its powerful body and disappeared. The boy suspected that he would never again see such a great fish.

  That was 34 years ago. Today, the boy is a successful architect in New York City. His father's cabin is still there on the island in the middle of the lake. He takes his own son and daughters fishing from the same dock.

  And he was right. He has never again caught such a magnificent fish as the one he landed that night long ago. But he does see that same fish-again and again-every time he comes up against a question of ethics.

  For, as his father taught him, ethics are simple matters of right and wrong. It is only the practice of ethics that is difficult. Do we do right when no one is looking? Do we refuse to cut corners to get the design in on time? Or refuse to trade stocks based on information that we know we aren't supposed to have?

  We would if we were taught to put the fish back when we were young. For we would have learned the truth. The decision to do right lives fresh and fragrant in our memory. It is a story we will proudly tell our friends and grandchildren. Not about how we had a chance to beat the system and took it, but about how we did the right thing and were forever strengthened.

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