Kids Table And Chairs

5pc Wood Children White Table w/Multi Color Chairs Desk Set

• Chair: 17″w X 15-1/2″d X 28-1/2″H Table: 30″X 30″
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• Some assembly may be required. Please see product details.

5pc Wood Children’ White Table w/Multi Color Chairs Desk Set Kid Furniture Made of solid hardwoods, this brand new children’s white table and multi color chairs set is just right for children. Perfect for indoor tea parties, outdoor picnics and arts and crafts activities. Specifications – Dimensions: Chair: 17″w X 15-1/2″d X 28-1/2″H Table: 30″X 30″ – Style Type: Table and Chairs Set – Materials: Wood – Color: Multi – Pieces: 5 (May Require Some Assembly.)

List Price: $ 329.99

Price: $ 169.48

A few nice kids table chairs images I found:

Strange mix of garden/kids furniture


Image by jem
We sat and ate a lot of meals here over the last week. I think the table is from Sainsburys. Kevin lent us the green Chair.

Image by wakingphotolife
“Don’t go,” the woman said.
“I feel that I have to,” the man said.
“But I’ve got no one else,” she said, “Think about what’s going to happen to me.”
“I don’t know. But you’re woman now. I can’t stay around here,” he said.

On the coffee table were two cups that had coffee which had gone lukewarm and acidic while they sat and talked. It was winter and the man wore a large flannel around his shoulders. The woman sat across from him wrapped up in blankets. In between was a bag full of the the man’s clothes and belongings.

“Why?” the woman asked. Her fingers gripped the end of the arm rest of the sofa as she waited for the response. The man leaned back into the cushion of the sofa and pulled his hands upwards, from his knee to his thighs, both of his feet were firm on the ground.
“Is it her? That woman who keeps trying to reach you? Just tell me. It’s okay. I don’t care about that anymore. Just give me a reason. You owe me this, I deserve better. One damn reason,” she said. She had raised her voice and spoke very fast.

The man leaned forward and put his face in his hands. After a few seconds, he looked back up and stared vacantly on the contents of the table in front of him: two tea cups on saucers, a kettle, a note pad, the telephone. The room was silent except for the rain which struck the roof and the gentle hum of the light above them.

“After all these years, you’re still holing on that,” the man said, “You don’t understand at all. That was years ago and she’s long dead. I had already forgotten.”
“Then tell me,” the woman said.
“You….you’re wonderful, who you are. But this is it for me. What you see right here, this is it. There’s nothing more. And I don’t think I want anything more.”
“But you’re not like that. I know you’re like that. When I first met you, you were –”
“No. This is it. I’m not sure of anything anymore. But I know that this is it. I can’t stay here anymore.”

The man finished the lukewarm and bitter coffee. “You don’t need me for what you have.” He got up and walked to the window. His breath fogged a section of the glass pane and he wiped it clear with the back of his fingers. It left small streaks of droplets. “I’ll leave tomorrow when the rain lets up and they open the bridge.”

The woman who had been sitting in the chair across from the sofa as the man stood by the window, took the cups to the sink and rinsed them out. They were small white porcelain cups which they bought together at a yard sale on the first day that they moved in. The house had been completely empty and they had nothing. She had always brought them out on rainy days when she was home. “Where are you going to be staying?”
“I don’t know,” the man said.

After putting the cups away, the woman walked towards the man. She put her arms around him, clasped her fingers together around his stomach and leaned her face into the middle of his back. His shirt was warm. She had forgotten the feel of its texture on her face, it was like the inside lining of worn winter blankets. It was warm but thick enough that he couldn’t feel the drops that soaked into his back as she held him.

By morning, the rain had stopped and the water receded from the sides of the bridge. The man was gone for a few miles already and was in a small restaurant on the edge of the neighboring town. It was a clear day and from the window, he could see that the birds were returning to the river edges.

The man called the waiter over and asked him to refill his cup. “I’m sorry, but this is the last one that’s on the house. You’re going to have to pay after this,” the waiter said.
“That’s alright. This is my last and I’ll be leaving after this,” the man said as he placed two quarters onto the counter. The waiter took the coins and dropped them into the front pocket of his apron and poured the man another cup.”
“Where are you headed?” the waiter asked.
“How do you know I’m headed anywhere?” the man said.
“Well, we don’t get to many locals in a place like this. Everyone who comes in is either going somewhere or on their way back from somewhere. So I figured you were the same. Sorry if I was wrong, but if you’re from around here, I haven’t seen you around.”
“I’m going to Blue Ridge Mountains.”
“That’s quite a drive. I’ve been there once. My dad and brother and I camped there when I was a kid. If I remember, it’s more than just a day’s drive and goes all the way to Pennsylvania.”
“I think I’ve got some time,” the man said. “Well, I’ll be going now. Thanks.” He stood up and pair for the rest of his meal.
“Sure thing. You take care.”

The man drove slowly through the town. It was a Saturday and people were sleeping still. Occasionally there were small lights through the windows or the lonely car on their way to way to somewhere just likes him. He thought about turning back home where she was. He thought about her lying in bed by herself. He thought about it hard until he couldn’t see the road anymore. So he sped up until he reached the morning highway and he could again.

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Another View of the Living Room


Image by zenmists
Another view of the living room – we’re currently fish-tank-less (that’s what’s going in the entertainment center). Those are some cool foam furniture things that can be used as toys or chairs or whatever.

Also we have our nature table / altar on top of the bookshelves. Some of the bookshelves are kids’ books and others are grown up books, they’re only allowed to touch their own.

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David Douglas at Chave do Douro


Image by a shadow of my future self
Worked late last night at the Crypt, let plumber into work this morning and went up the road to the dry cleaners, being organised and collected the jacket I dropped off there on Thursday. Went to Brights, picked up a newspaper, bought a lighter and a New Scientist, went to the Portuguese cafe, had a bit of banter with the guys who work there, went outside with my double espresso and pastel de nata to sit in the sun and have a quiet quarter hour. I can’t remember the last time I did that.

As I was putting the cup and plate down and arranging myself with the newpaper and carrier bag with milk and stuff in it to sit down, this guy came shuffling up and readied the other chair at the same table. He had a frame walking stick, turned the chair facing out to the street, turned and sat in it and asked me ‘Who are Chelsea playing today?’. Sport isn’t exactly my main interest; I wouldn’t know who Chelsea was playing in a month of Sundays, so I flipped through the sport section of the newspaper but the only fixtures I could see were for horse racing and cricket. Come to think of it, the football season probably hasn’t happened yet. It’s sort of summer right? They play football through the winter right? ‘If I know who they’re playing I’ll go into the bookies and put two quid on them to win five nil’ he said.

We had a long chat about buses and social services. He’s from Birmingham but lived in London most of his life. His dream, when he was a kid, was to drive buses, which he did in London for twenty years. ‘Imagine that’ he said’ ‘growing up and getting your dream come true. I loved driving buses, loved the people, loved the job. Then I had a massive stroke in 08. I was in the pub. A woman came up to me and said her brother had had a stroke a week before and I looked like I was having one too, should she call an ambulance? And I said yes and she did and she stopped me going to sleep. The doctor at St Thomas’s said she saved my life by stopping me going to sleep. That’s the problem with a stroke if you go to sleep you never wake up. And that’s the problem if someone doesn’t let you go to sleep, you end up alive and like this. The doctor’s say I’ve made an incredible recovery, that most people like me are in a wheelchair for the rest of their lives. I can walk but only with that – and about as fast as a snail, you saw me coming up here didn’t you?’

He said he can’t remember anything – another thing the stroke did to him. He said English people scare him. ‘I only started talking to you because I thought you were one of them Portuguese or Spanish who come here. I wouldn’t have if I knew you were English’.

He said he had dreads down to his legs when he was twenty, liked the weed and the Jah. Gave it up for meat and a wife, she combed it out over three days. Now he’s got this hair and beard like that, three weeks growth, keeps it like that because it scares kids away, they think he looks crazy.

David Douglas. Lovely man.

This is number 1 of 100 strangers www.100strangers.com

9.35am Saturday 4 September 2010

My Birthday 4


Image by gem66
For several years, my mother gave me a birthday party in our back yard. I could invite only one other kid. I always invited my best friend, Clifford Hall, who lived just down the alley.
In three of the photographs, the same little red table was used to hold the cake. About 40 years later, my wife and I gave that table and a couple of matching chairs to our goddaughter, who had several little ones of her own.
Guessing at ages here, Clifford and I were probably nine years old in this shot. That would have been 1940.

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Cramped


Image by Flynn Wynn
Where I do what I do when I can’t do what I do where I get paid to do what I do.

Taken for the Exo-scopic Group – Where I Flickr when I’m not on company time…

Doll House Fun


Image by gemsling
Kynen sets up table and chairs with the doll’s house that Ethan gave to Jesara.

Question by closer2coma86: how long do kids stay in high chairs?
my son is 15 months. i have a fisher price space saver high chair. i hate it and am debating whether to buy a new one. i am planning to spend $ 70-$ 100 on a new one. how long were your children in high chairs? will he be in it long enough to get some good use out of it? keep in mind we don’t have an “official” kitchen table. i have a bar with bar stools because out apartment dining room is attatched to our living room and it is TINY! so, i can’t really sit him in a booster seat up to the table. are there weight restrictions on high chairs? thanks in advance!

Best answer:

Answer by kristal930 k
when he becomes to big for it. when i didn’t have a table that’s what i used i put it in the living room with me. when she started throwing food on the carpet i got ride of the chair. its your call your the parent. every child is different not 2 are the same.

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Question by candyman1378: What is the best fabric to use to recover kitchen chairs (durable, stain resistant maybe since I have 4 kids)?
My kitchen chairs were beautiful when I got them. They are light oak (bar height table with 6 chairs) with a heavy off white fabric that has like ribs or indented areas (like stripes but instead of color the fabric is indented…lol sorry didn’t know how to describe it). I would like to redo them now that they are covered in yuck. I cleaned them 2x but they are really stained. I want to redo them in a bright color (I love white, lime, aqua, bright oranges and pinks, like beachy colors). Anyone know what type of material I should look for?

Best answer:

Answer by Linda K Texan for Life
Cover them in a nice vinyl. It wipes off and if you choose carefully it would look like leather.

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Sleep.


Image by a treeless mountain.
“Dandelions. I love dandelions in the morning,” he says.

The statement is made in passing as we walk down an alley. But at five in the morning, it manages to be both whimsical and profound. He stops and picks one of the flowers off its stem, “What a cruel thing to do, but it must be done”, and holds it close to his face for a second before stuffing into his coat pocket. It’s at this point, I realize it’s going to be a typical morning. He’s in one of his moods. On cue, he starts singing, “Just one of ‘em days…don’t take it personal.”

Monica. I should have known.

“Are you okay?”
“I’m absolutely fine. You know what I need now?” He stops walking and puts both hands on top of my shoulders, “Look into my eyes so that you will know how incredibly sincere I am right now.” He takes off his glasses and stares directly into my face. I’m scared he might kiss me with this incredible amount of sincerity.
“What? W-h-a-t!? I say.
“Cool Ranch Doritoes. The blue ones. I haven’t had them in so long. You’d think that in a country that the fry is named after, they would have some decent chips. One month to go! Just one month!” he says. He peels his eyes off my face and puts his glasses back on.
“I completely agree,” I say. I exhale now that the suspense is over. I realized I was holding my breath the entire time.

He sighs and lets his arms fall free. He hangs his head. I reach out and hold him. “There there. It’ll be okay.” He puts his hands back into his pockets and we’re on our way again.
“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I know.”

He is lucid. I look at his face and he appears that way at least. Besides going to bed at four in the morning for the past few days, there hasn’t been too many complications. We’ve managed to avoid drinking besides occasional wine and beer at dinner and we’ve also managed to avoid cigarettes. We’re on a morning walk.

The walks are good for us because the house is crowded all the time and we can barely sleep. We have the spare room downstairs though bed is much too small for two adults. The kids wake up even early to get ready for school. They cause a ruckus every time.

Our plan is to go for walks in the morning, then come back home to sleep some more.

There is a cafe down the street. It’s a shabby one but at the very least, it’s open. There are only a few chairs and tables. Most of the people are there are blue collared and are on their way to work. They hang around the bar counter, reading the paper and smoking Galuoises. And being themselves. Being French.

I know that he is sick of cafes. “Fucking shit! Every time I write now, the only thing the characters do is sit in cafe or have meals together. If my editor is not sick of me yet, than I am,” he told me one night while we were sitting in cafe together trying to write. I reached over and put my hand over his hand. He looked up from his notebook. “Do you want to watch a movie at the cinema instead?” I ask.
“Thank god,” he says. He looks incredibly sincere again. More sincere than the day he shouted from the top of the Arc de Triomphe down over the Champ Elysses, “I love you Anita! Je taime mon amour!”

We find a sit by the window. He goes over to the bartender and brings back two croissants, two noisettes and a glass of water. It’s not a bad way to start the morning. It’s better than Denny’s.
“What are you thinking?” I say.
He’s looking out the window as he tends to do when we sit down across from each other but aren’t talking.
“I’m thinking how Ernest Hemingway and his wife must’ve felt when they came to Paris.”
“Deep thoughts indeed.”
“Your sarcasm. Go ahead, laugh at me.”
“I’m not mocking you. I mean it. Deep thoughts indeed.”
“Do you want a shot of Jameson. Let’s have shots of Jameson.”
“Sure.”
He gets up and brings back two shots of Jameson. “Cheers. To Ernest fuckin’ Hemingway!”

We make our way back from the cafe, down through the same alleyway with the dandelions. The grass is not as slick now because the sun is up and the dew has evaporated. The air in the suburb is nice. It’s clean. You can breath without missing a beat. In other places, places that we’re use to, you have to be aware of breathing or you might find yourself out of breath eventually. But not here.

When we get home, everyone is gone: the children, his brother in law, and his sister. We open all the windows downstairs and leave the door open to the bedroom. It’s a nice feeling and the breeze smells like pine woods. He takes off my jacket and hangs it on the rack. He then takes his his off and puts it next to mine along with his baseball cap.
“I just feel so random at this time in the morning. Say stupid shit without caring. You know?”
“I know. Always.”
“Good. I’m glad we have a mutual understanding on this.”

I am about to close my eyes to sleep when I feel him get up. “Wait. I forgot something.”
He goes to the coat rack and comes back with his hand closed in a hollow fist. “Open your eyes,” he says.
“What?”
He opens his hand and shows me the dandelion. “Happy Anniversary! Make a wish.”
I blow the dandelion off his palm and wish for sleep.
“Good. Don’t tell me. I’m sure it’s going to happen soon."

Hotel Villa Vera Casa Julio Pool


Image by hmerinomx
The pool at Casa Julio is great for keeping the kids active, while the grown ups relax on the terrace!

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~17/52 My kids & me~


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We were in The Dells this weekend and ate at my fave place there…Pedro’s. The lighting in the covered outside seating was fantastic. And they have all these amazing colored walls, tables & chairs. There will be a few more coming from this location =) Shutter released by my sweet hubby on this shot.

Living area


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The same spacious room view in different angle. The standard TV console and mini bar rules. What I love is the day bed that comes with a rounded table and an arm chair. The setting is perfect for the kids to doodle on papers, have snacks or work (yeah the laptop). The sofa? Both of them fighting to sleep in the day bed when they refused to sleep alone back at home!

A few nice kids table chairs images I found:

coolkids 013


Image by Yuba College Public Space
how are the kids supposed to focus? where are the chairs and tables?

Givin’ Some Thanx


Image by Rob Boudon
Happy Thanxgiving Kids!

A few things I’m thankful for…

- Family Cheer! I love my family and to keep in touch with them via video iChat is wonderful. Being able to see them in person more in 2009.
- My two new roommates, Jill & Vicky are super-cool! I will introduce you to them very soon.
- Friends, near and far. I love you all!
- Vacation in January with a special guest (coming soon!)
- Spending Thanxgiving with my extended family at the cube, you are all awesome and it is a privilege to work with you!
- Communications with my online family and far away friends. You guys are a big part of why I post what I do. You inspire me with your posts and comments. Boo-ya!
- My new furnishings… fouton, desk, table, chairs, plants etc… The apartment feels more like a home everyday.
- Ongoing good health and happiness
- A new President in the White House and a fresh start.
- Still loving the city I live in after 5 1/2 years.

I could write more, but the wine is telling me to sink slowly into my pillow and get some shut-eye. So lastly, I’ll be thankful for a roof over my head and comfy pillows and bed. Happy Thanxgiving!