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HEVYN'S ONLINE JOURNAL
Welcome
The Gal
I am
-Heavenne Sofia-
e-mail
-hevyn3@gmail.com-
Age of
-five (5 months- this coming Sept. 15)-
Loves
-sleep, eat, play and be cuddled-
Hates
- there's nothing to hate when you are a sweet angel-
Dreams
-fill in yourself-
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Happy Pretzel Day
There are tons of clothes that needs to be washed today. I first bathe Hevyn, and then dressed her and started washing the clothes. I put her in our bed and put lots of pillows around and gave her some toys. As I was washing, she seems too quiet so I didn't bother what she is doing. I thought she was just playing with her toys. When I entered the room, I found her not with the toys, but with the box of pretzels her father bought last night, she reached for it because Kenji put it beside the bed. When I took the box, it was empty already, the pretzel sticks are all in our bed, chocolates melted staining the bed sheet and pillow cases. Her face covered with chocolate, as well as her dress and her hands holding lots of pretzel sticks and licking on it at the same time.Now, I have to do another batch of laundry and wash the bed sheet as well as the pillow cases and blanket which are full of chocolate stains from the pretzels.
The mess is outrageous, I can't help but smile. She has grown up fast. She's now capable of messing around the house.
When I look at her, she just smiled and continued on her pretzel fantacy.
Labels: Eating
Wednesday, December 3, 2008 // 2:56 AM
