Questions And Answers On Baby Bottle Labels Name

I’m trying to find the name of a specific wine.?

The details that I can remember are that it is a white wine with a German sounding name. It comes in a brownish colored bottle with the Virgin Mary, and Baby Jesus on the label. Someone gave me a bottle of this wine as a gift, and I stupidly through out the bottle and label before making note of the name. If you could post a link with a picture of the label, I would really appreciate it.
Leonid, yes that is the wine I was looking for. Thank you so much. I will mark your answer as “best answer as soon as I figure out how to do so (I’m a Yahoo! Answers newbie)

Need A Name Idea? Please Help!?

Well, I made up some little lotion bottles for favors for my sister’s babyshower. I would like to put a custom label on them, but I am not sure of what to put on the Label. I wanted to name the lotion somthing that has to do with the word BABY ( not baby lotion). Something creative. But I cannot seem to think of anything I like. If you have an idea, please list it!

My breastmilk was accidently given to another child at day care. Can they kick my child out?

This is actually a follow up question to one asked a few days ago. My baby‘s teacher accidently fed another child my breast milk. The director of the facility keeps asking (no, she keeps harrassing) me to get a drug test to prove I don’t have HIV or Hepatitis. I wasn’t there when it occured and I label all of my child’s bottles with her name (she has a similar sounding name of the other child).

So far, I have refused testing (I know I’m clean, I was tested before my child was born). I’m being made to feel like a diseased person. Do I need to hire a lawyer? Also, can my child’s day care (Creme De La Creme) kick my child out of their facility if I don’t take the drug test?

Should I publish this story?

I have already written more chapters after this.Please post opinions and possible publishers. I am 14 years old. It is a romance/fantasy about a half-vampire girl.

Christine’s baby stared at me with its mother eyes. It suddenly realised that its mother was dead and started crying. Even though the baby had only been in Christine for 20 days it seemed the normal size for a ready baby and seemed very aware of its surroundings. I kneeled down on the floor and rested my arm on the table. I felt something cut my arm and looked down to see my arm in a pile of broken glass which used to be a bottle. A large piece was now embedded in my skin. I breathed deeply then pulled the glass out. The wound started bleeding but I wanted to examine the baby. I stretched out my injured arm towards it. The baby grabbed my arm and touched the wound with its fingers. The wound stopped bleeding. I then felt a sting and watched in awe as my skin started to bind together. My arm was perfectly normal in a matter of seconds with no reasonable explanation.
“Did you do that?” I asked the baby. It nodded then resumed crying. Now that I was closer I could see that the baby had auburn hair and pale skin. It also had its mother’s nose. I started thinking about what to feed this special baby with. Milk didn’t seem right for this extraordinary creature.
I stood up then started looking in the cupboards for anything that might be suitable. Christine was practical and must have planned on what to feed her baby with
It took four cupboard searches to find a note. It was written in Christine’s handwriting and read:
Baby Food
There were 10 large jars and a feeding bottle inside this cupboard. What surprised me were the labels on the jars that read:
A+
I unscrewed the lids. The jars were full of blood and smelt rusty. What was Christine thinking? Surely she wasn’t planning on feeding her own child with blood. Ah well, no harm in trying. I took one jar out and the bottle then poured the blood into the bottle. After screwing the lid on I gave the bottle to the baby and waited for a response. It eagerly grabbed it off me and started sucking it. When it had finished I took the bottle back and washed it.
I picked the baby up and sat down with it on the sofa. I examined it and found out that she was a girl.

“What shall we call you?”I asked her. The baby didn’t answer but just patted my cheek. The room was full of Christine’s artwork. My eyes settled on one which showed the solar system. Mercury was the same colour as my husband’s hair and seemed beautiful.”How about Mercury?” I suggested. The name suited her; it sounded alien and wonderful just like this baby.”Yes, you will be Mercury Christine Harris but I will call you Merry.” Merry smiled and snuggled into my arms.