<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765029337543807385</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:49:19.630-07:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='Hevyn'/><category term='Progress'/><category term='Eating'/><title type='text'>Specially Hevyn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Thoughtskoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512177017350712689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SOrvRf054AI/AAAAAAAAAR4/E7ISWQwKbDE/S220/Shie+and+Hevyn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765029337543807385.post-5755277519979605706</id><published>2008-12-04T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:34:40.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hevyn'/><title type='text'>Another Day To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/STfOGpemS2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ct4dvRGzMu4/s1600-h/motherjpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/STfOGpemS2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ct4dvRGzMu4/s200/motherjpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275912102096554850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after I bathe my seven-month old daughter, I made sure there's no box of pretzels or anything that she might reach and mess with. She's dressed, clean and there's no chocolate around, I placed her in her walker and off I go cleaning the bathroom. Few minutes and I'm finished, she's not crying as I can hear she's even humming happily. As I entered the room I saw her in the corner of her closet, her clothes messed around and she's waving a plastic bag to me with a smile.&lt;div&gt;What happened, it's as if somebody ransacked the room? I placed some of her small clothes in a plastic bag for me to sort out. She managed to reach it, I know I didn't close the bag which is really full but I can't figure out how she manage to get everything out and spin the clothes around, its a bit heavy for someone her size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765029337543807385-5755277519979605706?l=hevyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5755277519979605706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=765029337543807385&amp;postID=5755277519979605706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/5755277519979605706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/5755277519979605706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-day-to-remember.html' title='Another Day To Remember'/><author><name>Mrs. Thoughtskoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512177017350712689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SOrvRf054AI/AAAAAAAAAR4/E7ISWQwKbDE/S220/Shie+and+Hevyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/STfOGpemS2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/ct4dvRGzMu4/s72-c/motherjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765029337543807385.post-6156118332012244737</id><published>2008-12-03T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:52:49.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating'/><title type='text'>Happy Pretzel Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/STZv0MgZSZI/AAAAAAAAATc/dmUDUo9v5NM/s1600-h/pretjpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/STZv0MgZSZI/AAAAAAAAATc/dmUDUo9v5NM/s200/pretjpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275526956012095890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The mess is outrageous, I can't help but smile. She has grown up fast. She's now capable of messing around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I look at her, she just smiled and continued on her pretzel fantacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765029337543807385-6156118332012244737?l=hevyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6156118332012244737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=765029337543807385&amp;postID=6156118332012244737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/6156118332012244737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/6156118332012244737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/pretzel-day.html' title='Happy Pretzel Day'/><author><name>Mrs. Thoughtskoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512177017350712689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SOrvRf054AI/AAAAAAAAAR4/E7ISWQwKbDE/S220/Shie+and+Hevyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/STZv0MgZSZI/AAAAAAAAATc/dmUDUo9v5NM/s72-c/pretjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765029337543807385.post-5792212611447404743</id><published>2008-10-26T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T03:02:08.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hevyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Hevyn's Passport Photo Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was taken 2 months ago, back when Hevyn was still 4 months old and we are falling in line to process her passport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her Mom was falling in line to verify our papers and documents, while me and Hevyn fall in line for her photo. For some reason, the photographer is not around, so she falls asleep while we are waiting for the man. When he arrived, I have a hard time waking her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called her, "Eavenne, wake up baby", tickle her tiny ears, even tapped her cheeks but to no avail. In my desperate attempt to wake her up coz it's already our turn, I raise her above my head amidst the clamor from the mommies around not to wake her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no choice. Whew! Finally she woke up, we seated at the chair behind the blue background cloth, and a few seconds more, the camera flashes, twice, thrice...4th times just to get a photo of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the eyebrow raised, and the big wide look in her eyes. She was barely awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SQQ9dgLrOCI/AAAAAAAABUk/btPLe4rLLFs/s1600-h/Hevyn+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SQQ9dgLrOCI/AAAAAAAABUk/btPLe4rLLFs/s320/Hevyn+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261397841739986978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SQQ9dWtH-6I/AAAAAAAABUc/pqCDPT4k5fc/s1600-h/Hevyn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SQQ9dWtH-6I/AAAAAAAABUc/pqCDPT4k5fc/s320/Hevyn2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261397839195929506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the photo shots, she was back in my arms, sleeping, sucking her thumb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hevyn is feeling heaven, and getting heavy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/andeverythingnicecopy.jpg"); 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_b3WJP-I/AAAAAAAABJY/BOJ0gDAXYmY/s320/DSC06386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254644613180375010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sound tripping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_b8nAWWI/AAAAAAAABJg/2lvjwysSvp8/s1600-h/DSC06470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_b8nAWWI/AAAAAAAABJg/2lvjwysSvp8/s320/DSC06470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254644614593272162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate Muffin at the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_cA98ZAI/AAAAAAAABJo/TJU0zePi_Jo/s1600-h/DSC06408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_cA98ZAI/AAAAAAAABJo/TJU0zePi_Jo/s320/DSC06408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254644615763223554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her homebuddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_ceZ4vyI/AAAAAAAABJw/g4Mde0k8tVg/s1600-h/DSC06337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_ceZ4vyI/AAAAAAAABJw/g4Mde0k8tVg/s320/DSC06337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254644623665053474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her first chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_cQz1ByI/AAAAAAAABJ4/zcNAtgB_Kks/s1600-h/DSC06548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_cQz1ByI/AAAAAAAABJ4/zcNAtgB_Kks/s320/DSC06548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254644620015765282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digestive Biscuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/andeverythingnicecopy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765029337543807385-8403323145427803479?l=hevyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8403323145427803479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=765029337543807385&amp;postID=8403323145427803479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/8403323145427803479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/8403323145427803479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/cute-photos-of-hevyn.html' title='The Cute Photos of Hevyn'/><author><name>Mr. Thoughtskoto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/Sozfw3YLhsI/AAAAAAAACnU/mKff-g-yKak/S220/Mr.Thoughtskoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SOw_b3WJP-I/AAAAAAAABJY/BOJ0gDAXYmY/s72-c/DSC06386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765029337543807385.post-7993370065911599232</id><published>2008-10-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:58:25.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hevyn'/><title type='text'>How is She Doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog entry was posted in &lt;a href="http://jbsolis.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-is-she-doing.html"&gt;THOUGHTSKOTO&lt;/a&gt; blog dated 16 September 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I am not talking about the Sarah Plain sensation. I am tired and sick of US politics, and I am relieve my favorite candidate didn't win. I have more time to spend blogging about bacon, ham, cheese, and some inspiring stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look back at the postings I had, I notice a path that is traversing directly opposite of what I like and what matters most. Occasionally we have to reroute our way when we notice we are no more driving the right lane, or perhaps, we tend to be lost from the right track. I am not saying I didn't blog good stuff before but what I mean is that I should have stayed in. Talking about faith, principles, goodness and life betterment is more noble than politics and gossips, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been so obsessed with what's hot and what's on top, what drives visitors around and what will make a kicking blog, that I forget to blog about what are the things I am thinking, what are the things I am thankful about, what are my righteous desires and my honest opinions regarding this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wife reminds me to go back to the way I blog before. Somethings thoughtful, insightful, inspiring and yes, those post leads her to feel in love with me. Naksss! (nyehehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I am posting about our "tanging yaman", one of the reason besides her Mom why I am working hard and yes, doing all I can to make the future a little bit brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hevyn, just turn 5 months old yesterday. The photos will tell you how precious she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was telling my wife last night, that no matter how difficult life sometimes, no matter how much tribulations and trials and challenges are thrown along our path, just the thought of a pretty child and a lovely wife, inside and out, is enough to give me enormous strength and will to carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM-AiBu4CqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/AxAFBkwmmNY/s1600-h/Hevyn+5+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM-AiBu4CqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/AxAFBkwmmNY/s320/Hevyn+5+months.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246553412978870946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 5 months old, she still loves to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, babies love to sleep because they are developing something within them during those times. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;She will t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;est things with her mouth - everything will go straight into it! (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99a_nGVeI/AAAAAAAAA-8/XA5EvFOn1TI/s1600-h/Hevyn%27s+4+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99a_nGVeI/AAAAAAAAA-8/XA5EvFOn1TI/s320/Hevyn%27s+4+month.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246549993615414754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was 4 months old in this photo,  at times&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;rolling over and can push up with her hands and look around. She even begin to wriggle and move around. She can turn her head, and begin to twist her body to look at things or follow sounds when you are holding her in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bIvpnrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/XJuuisOp7UI/s1600-h/Hevyn+3+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bIvpnrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/XJuuisOp7UI/s320/Hevyn+3+months.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246549996067200690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three (3) months old in this photo. She was a voracious milk sucker then as she is still now. (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bX2qiqI/AAAAAAAAA_M/vfORCWXz5AQ/s1600-h/Hevyn+2+Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bX2qiqI/AAAAAAAAA_M/vfORCWXz5AQ/s320/Hevyn+2+Months.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550000123153058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two months old, can't hardly believe time pass so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bmjFc3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Zzcn-d1pTHU/s1600-h/Hevyn+1+Month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bmjFc3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Zzcn-d1pTHU/s320/Hevyn+1+Month.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550004067562354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was a month old her. She can barely see. So her eyes was still rolling. (haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bt5zvVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/HrC8NauLCOM/s1600-h/Hevyn+23+minutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99bt5zvVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/HrC8NauLCOM/s320/Hevyn+23+minutes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550006041918802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And 23 minutes after delivery. Our first encounter of the same kind. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, she started chatting with us, and most especially if she is alone. It's just so fun. She is gaining weight too, and getting heavier now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This photo was taken last night. We were trying our best to make Hevyn sleep so she will forget the pain in her gums. She is teething and anytime soon, two new teeth will appear, maybe more. Kinda early for a 5-month old but exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99vNIoX2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/M5YSGDHsWig/s1600-h/Hevyn%27s+Wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM99vNIoX2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/M5YSGDHsWig/s400/Hevyn%27s+Wish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550340843102050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mrs. Thoughtskoto and her will always make fun of my big nose! Grrrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hey, it feels better, the bigger your nose, the more air you inhale, the more chances you will live longer. I don't know if that analogy is right, but anyway, it makes sense. (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765029337543807385-7993370065911599232?l=hevyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7993370065911599232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=765029337543807385&amp;postID=7993370065911599232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/7993370065911599232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/7993370065911599232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-is-she-doing.html' title='How is She Doing?'/><author><name>Mr. Thoughtskoto</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/Sozfw3YLhsI/AAAAAAAACnU/mKff-g-yKak/S220/Mr.Thoughtskoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WkR-Zvj21cE/SM-AiBu4CqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/AxAFBkwmmNY/s72-c/Hevyn+5+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765029337543807385.post-8233054078815181544</id><published>2008-09-11T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:06:41.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday my little angel reached three months! She's growing up too fast, and I always tell my husband how I wish she will remain a baby forever. But I know that is so unfair for her, and I cannot withhold to her that right. Right now, we are enjoying every moment with her, seeing her grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a very talkative baby now, and would always respond to us in her baby talk manner which we cannot understand but is very fascinating! Last night, she keeps on kicking, mumbling, and laughing till 3:00am today, I don't know what she is up to but she seems to be telling her story to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2H_3rXoOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/14jVzMgTUUc/s1600-h/after+delivery+1st+photo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223480674167005410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2H_3rXoOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/14jVzMgTUUc/s400/after+delivery+1st+photo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very first picture right few minutes after delivery. She seems to be smilling isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IAAeguVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/maEbu6-eVwQ/s1600-h/apr+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223480676528994642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IAAeguVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/maEbu6-eVwQ/s400/apr+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...close up pic the following morning Apr. 16 11:25am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IACKItSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/isr_OdP_d8g/s1600-h/apr+16-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223480676980405538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IACKItSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/isr_OdP_d8g/s400/apr+16-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and another pose, isn't that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IAA7eNrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SskXhdCKBBQ/s1600-h/apr+16-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223480676650464946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IAA7eNrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SskXhdCKBBQ/s400/apr+16-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...another pose with dad, as he said "friendster pose"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IAZLvTzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d6_06MLXt_4/s1600-h/may+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223480683161145138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2IAZLvTzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d6_06MLXt_4/s400/may+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH7eSxY4g_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/VkbLQY0_5ig/s1600-h/may+16+mom+and+heavenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223857031873070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH7eSxY4g_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/VkbLQY0_5ig/s400/may+16+mom+and+heavenne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...barely one month old &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH7eTO8s-6I/AAAAAAAAALA/66jgpqeW1gw/s1600-h/official+laugh+captured.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223857039807937442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH7eTO8s-6I/AAAAAAAAALA/66jgpqeW1gw/s400/official+laugh+captured.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...first captured laugh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH7eTACu4II/AAAAAAAAALI/YzEMPNdtPVM/s1600-h/Princess+almost+3+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223857035806695554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH7eTACu4II/AAAAAAAAALI/YzEMPNdtPVM/s400/Princess+almost+3+months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...my pretty princess posing a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I'm still sorting her pics and will update this post next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/765029337543807385-8233054078815181544?l=hevyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8233054078815181544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=765029337543807385&amp;postID=8233054078815181544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/8233054078815181544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/765029337543807385/posts/default/8233054078815181544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hevyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-my-little-angel-reached-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Thoughtskoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512177017350712689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SOrvRf054AI/AAAAAAAAAR4/E7ISWQwKbDE/S220/Shie+and+Hevyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuOyxN2PwAI/SH2H_3rXoOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/14jVzMgTUUc/s72-c/after+delivery+1st+photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
