<?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-31765519</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:20:50.864-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipes</title><subtitle type='html'>Essa é a casa dos príncipes João e Caio</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-6218268568140940113</id><published>2010-11-07T11:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:09:31.452-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossos livrinhos chegaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Banco Itau está com uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lerfazcrescer.com.br/#/itau_crianca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;campanha de incentivo a leitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, doando livros de estorinhas para que os pais leiam para os filhos e depois repassem os livros para outras crianças . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Varios amigos me avisaram da campanha, obvio que me cadastrei para receber os livrinhos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E essa semana eles chegaram !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cada um escolheu dois e já começamos a ler, Caio ficou com os Tres Porquinhos e o Lobisomem e João escolheu o de Parledas e o Bem-te-vi (das mesmas autoras de alguns que já temos e ele ama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já até sei pra quem vamos dar os nossos quando acabarmos de ler ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-6218268568140940113?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6218268568140940113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=6218268568140940113' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6218268568140940113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6218268568140940113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/11/nossos-livrinhos-chegaram.html' title='Nossos livrinhos chegaram'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-693575322611461381</id><published>2010-11-01T15:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:33:54.748-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecodicas do João</title><content type='html'>- Mãe, sabia que outro dia encontramos um marimbondo de asa quebrada na escola ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, como vocês sabem que a asa dele tava quebrada ?&lt;br /&gt;- Como ele não voava, a gente pegou ele pra ver de perto. Meu amigo sabe pegar marimbondo pelo jeito certo, que é pela cabeça&lt;br /&gt;- Ah bem, e o que vocês fizeram ?&lt;br /&gt;- Colocamos ele em cima de uma folha, lá no mato, pros amigos dele virem busca-lo.&lt;br /&gt;- Que otimo, achei que vocês tinham matado ele&lt;br /&gt;- Nããããoooo, coitado. E além do mais, se você pisar no marimbondo, depois os amigos dele vem atras de você. Eles sentem o cheiro do seu sapato no corpo do marimbondo morto e usam uns sensores pra saberem qual o sapato tem aquele cheiro, aí te picam ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caraca, marimbondos de ultima geração)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-693575322611461381?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/693575322611461381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=693575322611461381' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/693575322611461381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/693575322611461381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/11/ecodicas-do-joao.html' title='Ecodicas do João'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1378653633325723189</id><published>2010-10-22T18:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:50:21.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Segurança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vi num anúncio de seguro de um grande banco :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Você não pode impedir que ele tenha medo de escuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você não pode impedir que ele caia da bicicleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Você não pode impedir que ele tenha espinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Você não pode impedir que ele não saiba que faculdade escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Você não pode impedir que ele chore por amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas você pode garantir que ele passe por tudo isso com mais segurança"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É bem por aí que tento andar. Encontrar o caminho do meio entre superproteger e ser desleixada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saber que eles precisam errar para aprender e estar ao lado, principalmente nesses momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se está funcionando eu não sei, só o tempo tem a resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-1378653633325723189?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1378653633325723189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1378653633325723189' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1378653633325723189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1378653633325723189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/10/seguranca.html' title='Segurança'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-9076487177581705119</id><published>2010-10-11T13:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:41:33.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que estamos lendo (e praticando)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na festa junina da escola, João escolheu este livro de prenda em uma das brincadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É um livro que ensina a fazer dobraduras de animais em extinção, e eu que não tenho grandes habilidades manuais achei que seria dificílimo conseguir fazer tatus, tucanos, jacarés .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas fiquei surpresa, o livro é ótimo, tem passo-a-passo com desenhos super explicativos, muito interessante !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nas férias, levamos pra Búzios, e como não tínhamos em casa os papéis que a autora indica no livro, levamos folhas de papel oficio branco mesmo. Claro que não ficou lindo, mas conseguimos fazer todos os animais, João foi super habilidoso e eu uma ótima palpiteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois João ainda desenhou as carinhas dos bichos, coloriu, ficou bem bacana !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora me animei, vou comprar os papéis de tamanhos e cores certinhas, e vamos refazer os animais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E descobri também que essa autora te outros livros que ensinam a fazer dobraduras de Jardim, Fazenda, Meios de Transporte, Circo ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526828797514335426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TLM9gko9xMI/AAAAAAAABKs/G06VYRHOGBw/s320/livro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-9076487177581705119?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/9076487177581705119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=9076487177581705119' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/9076487177581705119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/9076487177581705119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/10/na-festa-junina-da-escola-joao-escolheu.html' title='O que estamos lendo (e praticando)'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TLM9gko9xMI/AAAAAAAABKs/G06VYRHOGBw/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-6398677410477930176</id><published>2010-10-06T22:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:32:14.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversario !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Querido filho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Há nove anos atrás você fez meu coração explodir de alegria ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E ao longo desse tempo me ensinou a ter mais equilibrio, paciência, respeito e a renovar minha esperança todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que seu sorriso aberto te ajude a encarar as dificuldades com bom humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que sua solidariedade e companheirismo te permita estar ter sempre cheio de amigos, os muitos que você hoje tem e os que você vai fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que seu senso de justiça possa sempre prevalecer norteando suas ações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que seu topete te ajude a questionar sempre que preciso, as imposições que você vai encontrar pela vida afora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estarei sempre ao seu lado !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525110638374237714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TK0i2jEHNhI/AAAAAAAABKc/qSKkTtqS_rY/s400/aniver_Joao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-6398677410477930176?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6398677410477930176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=6398677410477930176' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6398677410477930176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6398677410477930176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/10/feliz-aniversario.html' title='Feliz Aniversario !'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TK0i2jEHNhI/AAAAAAAABKc/qSKkTtqS_rY/s72-c/aniver_Joao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-6276924732510580744</id><published>2010-09-30T22:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:18:11.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comemorações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O aniversario do João tá chegando e não vamos fazer festa grande. Acho que a última que fizemos pra ele foi a de 6 anos, depois disso só passeios e pequenas comemorações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse ano, quebramos a cabeça pensando em alguma coisa legal, que agradasse crianças de 8/9 anos, que ele curtisse e depois de varias assembleias deliberativas, negociações e engambelações de filho, chegamos ao acordo de fazer DUAS comemorações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade a ideia de fazer duas foi minha, porque contando todos os amigos que ele queria convidar, era muita criança pra pouca coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eram os amigos da escola antiga, os da escola nova, os do futebol, da natação, o pipoqueiro, o homem da farmacia (praticamente um deputado federal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Primeiro vai ter a festa do pijama, com alguns amigos da ex-escola. Os pais vão trazer na sexta a noite e buscar no sabado de manhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiz uma mini-cestinha de café da manhã pra cada um dos amigos, coloquei umas coisinas gostosas (todynho, suco, maçã, biscoito, geleia, etc) e vamos cantar Parabens durante o café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Senhor, ajudai-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois, no domingo, vamos ao cinema com os amigos da escola atual e comer pizza depois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse dia o Caio não vai, definitivamente cinema e Caio não combinam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Espero que dê tudo certo, que eu chegue na segunda ainda viva e o mais importante, que João fique muito feliz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-6276924732510580744?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6276924732510580744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=6276924732510580744' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6276924732510580744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6276924732510580744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/09/comemoracoes.html' title='Comemorações'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7712342245886278107</id><published>2010-08-29T21:23:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:57:46.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A volta do pesadelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois do infeliz album da Copa, que me consumiu grana, tempo e saco, a Panini lançou o album do Campeonato Brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os caras são uns marketeiros profissionais bem sacanas, porque encartam o álbum no jornal de domingo, então não adianta passar pela banca com cara de paisagem, como se ali não vendesse essas coisas, que o infeliz chega dentro da sua casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quando não chega, algum parente desavisado dá de presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na época da Copa, eu fui com criança pro shopping pra troca-troca coletivo, troquei com meus amigos do trabalho, torci para encontrar o Jose Bonsigwa ao abrimos os pacotes pois era o último que faltava pra completar Portugal (sim, eu sei quem é essa criatura), aprendi a escalação de times como a Croacia, Gana (!?) e morri de emoção quando João colou a última figurinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quando eu suspirava aliviada, começou tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E agora os albuns vem com mais de 600 figurinhas pra conseguir completar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No meu tempo acho que não tinha mais que 200 figurinhas, e eu fiquei com varios incompletos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não me lembro de ter ido a nenhum evento de troca-troca e nem dos meus pais terem trocado no trabalho pra me ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Combinei com o João que não ia ajudar nesse album, e que ele usaria a mesada para comprar as figurinhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vamos ver até quando essa minha impavidez dura :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-7712342245886278107?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7712342245886278107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7712342245886278107' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7712342245886278107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7712342245886278107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/08/volta-do-pesadelo.html' title='A volta do pesadelo'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7390051570183192861</id><published>2010-08-29T21:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:21:42.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez um Cebolinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele falava igual ao Cebolinha, mas prometeu que quando fizesse "quatlo" anos ia começar a falar direitinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mãe, com preguiça de levar na fono, consultou informalmente uma amiga e uma comadre e resolveu esperar mais um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E aí ele fez "quatRo" anos e fez um enorme esforço pra falar "diReito" com toda a pompa que o novo fonema merecia. E aí foi um tal de "lembRa", "abRaço", bem bonitinho mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o afinco foi tanto que o "amalelo" virou "amaReRo" e o lalanja virou "RaRanja"  .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E agora ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pre-ci-so da Fono !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-7390051570183192861?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7390051570183192861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7390051570183192861' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7390051570183192861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7390051570183192861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/08/era-uma-vez-um-cebolinha.html' title='Era uma vez um Cebolinha'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5184591066914764907</id><published>2010-08-10T19:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:19:20.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre palmadas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TGHQWisKLaI/AAAAAAAABKE/f7F-ZoFL0p8/s1600/palmadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503909305311178146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TGHQWisKLaI/AAAAAAAABKE/f7F-ZoFL0p8/s320/palmadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TGHPXfRq5uI/AAAAAAAABJs/_w1iBVnQCYc/s1600/palmadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/31765519-5184591066914764907?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5184591066914764907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5184591066914764907' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5184591066914764907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5184591066914764907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2010/08/sobre-palmadas.html' title='Sobre palmadas ...'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/TGHQWisKLaI/AAAAAAAABKE/f7F-ZoFL0p8/s72-c/palmadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5800850916314583105</id><published>2009-11-07T19:19:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:34:32.423-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse é o passatempo preferido do João no momento. Ele começou acessando de vez em quando, depois pediu uma assinatura de aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De início eu fiquei super apreensiva afinal a internet não é um dos lugares mais seguros pra uma criança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Resolvi investigar, naveguei junto, brinquei, joguei e por fim achei que estava ok para a idade e liberei. Tem joguinhos onde a criança acumula moedas para comprar roupas para o pinguim, artigos para o iglu, animais de estimação (que precisam ser alimentados).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A troca de mensagens é padronizada, ou seja, não é possivel escrever nada diferente do que já está disponivel no site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É engraçado ve-lo chegar da escola, jantar rápido, terminar logo de fazer o dever porque tem uma festa marcada no iglu de uma amiga (?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obs. Looooooogico que fiquei de lado lendo uma revista, com um olho na revista e outro na tela pra saber o que rola nessa festa meu deus ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou ter que ajudar a escolher o novo piso do iglu para a reforma que vai fazer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O melhor de tudo é que ele troca os joguinhos de computador por um futebol, uma andada de bicicleta, uma praia, então não preciso me preocupar com o vício (por enquanto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401475319053633378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SvXlLzc7R2I/AAAAAAAABEM/JUpWGTyaC3c/s320/club-penguin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-5800850916314583105?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5800850916314583105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5800850916314583105' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5800850916314583105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5800850916314583105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/club-penguin.html' title='Club Penguin'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SvXlLzc7R2I/AAAAAAAABEM/JUpWGTyaC3c/s72-c/club-penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-362465854253379373</id><published>2009-10-03T21:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:48:12.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Historia se repete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu estava trabalhando a noite no quarto, e quando cheguei na sala encontrei uma cena dessas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fui remetida de imediato a algumas lembranças da minha infância ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Houve um época em que aos sábados, meus pais e meus tios se reuniam pra bater papo e jogar baralho. Pelo que me lembro, eu devia ter uns 6/7 anos e isso durou acho que até os 10/11 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu, minha irmã e minhas primas nos acábavamos de brincar, mas eles gostavam ainda mais que a gente de se divertir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então depois de jogar (e brigar) todos os jogos da casa, tirar todas as roupas do armario, ensaiar mil e uma musicas do Menudo, assistir o Viva a Noite, brincar de cachorro, brincar de gato mia no quarto escuro, se entupir de skinny, a maldita partida de 5mil pontos no buraco ainda não tinha terminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E já mortas de cansaço, toda hora vinha uma perguntar quanto faltava pra chegar nos 5 mil, e pelo que me lembro sempre faltava muuuiiiiito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tinha tambem a briga pelo embaralhador automático de cartas do meu tio, que na época era o top-master da tecnologia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas depois da gente cansar de embaralhar trocentas vezes, caía uma pra cada lado dormindo. Uma na cama, outra no sofá, outra no tapete ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E a cereja do bolo era na hora de ir embora ter que arrumar TODA a bagunça que deixamos na casa umas das outras. Aí era aquela choradeira, drama familiar, ameaça de castigo até que nossas avós arrumavam tudo com pena das meninas caindo pelas tabelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A tecnologia evolui, os jogos mudam, mas a história continua a mesma :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388535505833313874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SsfsfizGRlI/AAAAAAAAA_E/o_yLItYE56Q/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P9021882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para minhas primas e minha irmã, uma das nossas histórias de toda vida&lt;/span&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/31765519-362465854253379373?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/362465854253379373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=362465854253379373' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/362465854253379373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/362465854253379373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/historia-se-repete.html' title='A Historia se repete'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SsfsfizGRlI/AAAAAAAAA_E/o_yLItYE56Q/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P9021882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-3272881738540004828</id><published>2009-09-13T21:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:14:14.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre irmãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chegando da escola, abro a agenda do Caio e tem um bilhete da professora :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Mamãe, obrigada pelo envio das figuras para o trabalhinho das profissões"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oi ? Como assim ? Não enviei nada .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deve ter confundido as crianças ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais tarde jantando com o João e pergntando se ele terminou de fazer o dever que estava fazendo quando saí pro trabalho, ele me conta que foi um pouco dificil mas ele fez tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E que a manhã foi muito trabalhosa (?) já que depois que terminou o dever de casa ainda fez o dever de casa do Caio !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu achei que a interação maior entre João e Caio começaria um pouco mais tarde, quando o Caio começasse a entender melhor as brincadeiras, principalmente pela diferença de idade de quase 5 anos, fazendo com que eles estejam sempre em fases bem diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas eu tenho ficado bem impressionada com a sinergia entre eles, brincam muito juntos, tomam banho, almoçam, assistem TV, dormem juntos, e o mais engraçado : se protegem e se defendem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E tambem passam dos beijos aos tapas em questão de minutos, geralmente quando envolve o video game, momento que o Caio não consegue compartilhar e resolve então atrapalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fico bem feliz de ve-los assim tão juntos, de ver os olhinhos do Caio brilhando pelo irmão-ídolo, de ver o João ajudando e ensinando o irmão, nem que sejam as besteiras de garotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-3272881738540004828?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3272881738540004828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=3272881738540004828' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3272881738540004828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3272881738540004828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/entre-irmaos.html' title='Entre irmãos'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4498982860657927735</id><published>2009-08-16T21:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:40:38.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio - 3 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há 3 anos atrás, nem em sonho podíamos imaginar o quanto nossa vida ia mudar com a sua chegada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como ia caber mais amor no meu coração que já explodia pelo João ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há 3 anos triplicamos o barulho, as preocupações, a trabalheira, mas muito mais que isso, as alegrias, risadas, os beijos e abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feliz Aniversario meu toquinho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60a616457c97e339" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60a616457c97e339%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332921659%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D507D218DDB8F0CA05F0B79C4DC199531732E81.38EB35FFD79E67C2DACAFA309B61D840DE86A145%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60a616457c97e339%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIRC9pYO1hqtkqR4h_c87ba6j2Fc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60a616457c97e339%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332921659%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D507D218DDB8F0CA05F0B79C4DC199531732E81.38EB35FFD79E67C2DACAFA309B61D840DE86A145%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60a616457c97e339%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIRC9pYO1hqtkqR4h_c87ba6j2Fc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-4498982860657927735?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60a616457c97e339&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4498982860657927735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4498982860657927735' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4498982860657927735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4498982860657927735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/caio-3-anos.html' title='Caio - 3 anos'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5328978371087873511</id><published>2009-05-30T19:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:36:36.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Andando de Bicicleta no Aterro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SiG0yGTTWjI/AAAAAAAAA7s/X_gusub8cf8/s1600-h/bicicleta_aterro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341749405816150578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SiG0yGTTWjI/AAAAAAAAA7s/X_gusub8cf8/s400/bicicleta_aterro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-5328978371087873511?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5328978371087873511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5328978371087873511' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5328978371087873511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5328978371087873511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/andando-de-bicicleta-no-aterro.html' title='Andando de Bicicleta no Aterro'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SiG0yGTTWjI/AAAAAAAAA7s/X_gusub8cf8/s72-c/bicicleta_aterro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5163414253282451768</id><published>2009-05-09T20:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:44:14.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiradentes em Tiradentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passamos o feriado de Tiradentes em Tiradentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Criativo pra caramba né ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como a cidade é um pouquinho longe pra ir num final de semana, de carro, com crianças, esperamos um feriado prolongado pra curtir tudo sem pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amigos que já foram deram ótimas referências, minha expectativa estava bem alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tiradentes é tudo isso e muito mais !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cidade é linda, limpa, super bem conservada, parece que parou no tempo com aquelas ruazinhas de pedra e as casinhas coloridas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Além disso tem uma energia que não dá pra explicar de tão boa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;É diferente de Ouro Preto, que achei um clima mais jovem, Tiradentes é mais pacata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foram dias deliciosos, de sol, sossego, passeios muito bacanas, encontro com amigas queridas, relembrando e aprendendo um pouquinho de história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A ida foi um pouco chatinha por ter que controlar as crianças, ansiosas por chegar, 4h dentro de um carro. Fizemos algumas paradas mas mesmo assim foi cansativo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A volta foi bem mais tranquila, saímos logo depois do almoço, então eles passaram a metade inicial da viagem dormindo. Assim só precisei cantar por 2h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eu pensei que João e Caio não fossem curtir o estilo da viagem, mas pra minha surpresa adoraram. Aproveitaram as visitas as igrejas, ouviram as explicações atentamente (João era o papagaio de pirata dos guias), até roteiro narrado a noite conseguimos fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333968439630464434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SgYQCQdRhbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iO7kza8VDM4/s320/06768+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mais fotos &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.br/alessandra.rpena/Tiradentes#"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ps. Compras é um capitulo a parte, alguem me diz como pode existir artesanato tão lindo ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dá vontade de sair comprando tudo !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-5163414253282451768?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5163414253282451768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5163414253282451768' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5163414253282451768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5163414253282451768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiradentes-em-tiradentes.html' title='Tiradentes em Tiradentes'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SgYQCQdRhbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iO7kza8VDM4/s72-c/06768+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-8234201837750385647</id><published>2009-04-09T17:21:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:54:44.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que estamos lendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Sd5ZEH4IgDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n7TND7duo8g/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322789736967340082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Sd5ZEH4IgDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n7TND7duo8g/s320/livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse é o livro que estamos terminando de ler no momento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já lemos o volume 1, agora terminando o volume 2 de Reinações de Narizinho preciso procurar algum outro para nossas noites, antes de dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;João sempre gostou de livros, não posso dizer que seja uma paixão como a que ele tem pelo futebol, ou que ele deixe de brincar por exemplo para ler. Mas mesmo assim tem um bom relacionamento com os livros, ou melhor dizendo, livro não é novidade, é parte da vida dele desde pequeno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar do João já ter aprendido a ler, eu continuo lendo a noite para os dois na cama Com isso o Caio tambem está pegando o hábito das estorinhas noturnas e e eu estou sempre atrás de livros bons pra lermos antes de dormir (e eu me divirto muito com esses livros).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro que nós adoramos foi A Fada que tinha Ideias, lemos varias vezes (porque criança gosta de repetir tudo né ?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que já dá pra começar a ler os da série do Harry Potter que ele gostou tanto dos filmes ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31765519-8234201837750385647?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8234201837750385647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=8234201837750385647' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8234201837750385647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8234201837750385647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-estamos-lendo.html' title='O que estamos lendo'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Sd5ZEH4IgDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n7TND7duo8g/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2582078180197857894</id><published>2009-03-29T22:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:11:24.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como se faz pra pular de domingo diretamente pro sabado ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAcI8d3HbI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BqBZQUn73s4/s1600-h/moedor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318782099920461234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAcI8d3HbI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BqBZQUn73s4/s320/moedor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-2582078180197857894?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2582078180197857894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2582078180197857894' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2582078180197857894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2582078180197857894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-se-faz-pra-pular-de-domingo.html' title='Como se faz pra pular de domingo diretamente pro sabado ?'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAcI8d3HbI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BqBZQUn73s4/s72-c/moedor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5338921416546720524</id><published>2009-03-29T22:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:08:16.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Victim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAbFrZ4LKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vdch2hZPiJ4/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P3290938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318780944289115298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAbFrZ4LKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vdch2hZPiJ4/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+P3290938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de muito resistir acabei comprando uma Crocs pro Caio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi colocar a bendita no pé e sair correndo pelo shopping, não queria deixar nem a vendedora tirar a etiqueta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O pai detestou o sapato mas não teve jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais um pro time da Imeldinha ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAbMcawSII/AAAAAAAAA14/rjVV5yoPiCc/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P3290937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318781060525344898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAbMcawSII/AAAAAAAAA14/rjVV5yoPiCc/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+P3290937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAbMcawSII/AAAAAAAAA14/rjVV5yoPiCc/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P3290937.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAbMcawSII/AAAAAAAAA14/rjVV5yoPiCc/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P3290937.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-5338921416546720524?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5338921416546720524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5338921416546720524' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5338921416546720524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5338921416546720524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/03/fashion-victim.html' title='Fashion Victim'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SdAbFrZ4LKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vdch2hZPiJ4/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P3290938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1862192150160000763</id><published>2009-03-15T21:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:56:53.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonoaudióloga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sexta passada recebi um recado da creche solicitando avaliação fonoaudiológica para o Caio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu já tinha percebido que no esforço em formar frases, na ansiedade em contar as estórias ele começou a gaguejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As vezes é uma repetição de silabas, como "ba-ba-ba-lulo" (barulho) e as vezes é um som mais prolongado de alguma silaba como "aaaaaaaaa-gua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Puxamos pela memória nos lembramos que o João também passou uma fase assim e que saiu dela sozinho, sem necessidade de ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez por isso a solicitação da escola tenha me surpreendido, achei que essa ansiedade era normal, que a fase era normal e relaxei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É fato que o Caio demorou um pouco a começar a falar com desenvoltura, pra valer mesmo foi depois de 1a9m. E desde então a evolução tem sido rápida, a meu ver.Hoje fala pelos cotovelos, canta um  monte de músicas, conta estórias, mesmo ainda com letras trocadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como ainda não falei com a pedagoga pra saber o motivo do pedido, estou só especulando, pode ser alguma outra coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chupeta que ainda usa pra dormir ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mordidas que começaram de novo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De qualquer forma já vou pedir ajuda a minha comadre fono pra mais essa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-1862192150160000763?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1862192150160000763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1862192150160000763' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1862192150160000763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1862192150160000763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/03/fonoaudiologa.html' title='Fonoaudióloga'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-3234228518121888044</id><published>2009-03-08T22:38:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:06:07.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso bolo de caneca</title><content type='html'>Com meus dotes culinários, não dá pra querer muito ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um escolhe uma caneca (sem brigar pelo amor de Deus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR3S-UvWuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/8ttqfDukMLs/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001028427995874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR3S-UvWuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/8ttqfDukMLs/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloca o chocolate em pó, a farinha, o fermento e o açúcar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR3vPI2_MI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/UD-qdgBY-rU/s1600-h/P2070861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001513977904322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR3vPI2_MI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/UD-qdgBY-rU/s200/P2070861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adiciona o leite e o ovo e mexe a melecada toda &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR3S-UvWuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/8ttqfDukMLs/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070860.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR4B1a2yZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/BgLvp16_SGI/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001833491581330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR4B1a2yZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/BgLvp16_SGI/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 minutos de microondas .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(já acabou ? demora muito ? falta quanto ?&lt;br /&gt;Olha, tá crescendo ! Corre mãe, vai queimar !&lt;br /&gt;ainda não tá pronto ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR4cQ7jkpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/E1GsqxtgyqA/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311002287553090194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR4cQ7jkpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/E1GsqxtgyqA/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR4kamLiPI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ZrEH1AjSC_4/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311002427586742514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR4kamLiPI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ZrEH1AjSC_4/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá pronto !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs. Coma em no maximo 1h senão vira pedra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-3234228518121888044?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3234228518121888044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=3234228518121888044' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3234228518121888044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3234228518121888044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/03/nosso-bolo-de-caneca.html' title='Nosso bolo de caneca'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbR3S-UvWuI/AAAAAAAAA1I/8ttqfDukMLs/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-3256459903253970696</id><published>2009-03-05T08:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:38:26.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia do João na Passarela do samba</title><content type='html'>Debut na passarela pela Estrelinhas da Mocidade ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O desfile é muito lindo, a bateria mirim e as mini-passistas dão um show ! As crianças levam super a serio, ensaiam e sabem o samba direitinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso que fiquei com medo da dispersão, de não achar o João no meio daquela confusão de criança, só de pensar suava frio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando ele acabou de desfilar voei pra apoteose e nada de achar o menino. Daqui a pouco vem ele de mão dada com meu cunhado (que desfilou na velha guarda) extasiado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caio tambem foi pro sambódromo, pulou, sambou, aproveitou e terminou a noite dormindo nas arquibancadas .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309665428195927842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Sa-4kzvKZyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/RNcHicBEDTA/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2200877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O resto do Carnaval foi só praia, piscina, churrasco, blocos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabei descansando só metade do que planejei, mas com o calorão que fez foi uma missão quase impossivel ficar em casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbRyzfUPRoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vZeVK9Wosy0/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2210895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310996089481938562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SbRyzfUPRoI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vZeVK9Wosy0/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2210895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309665854456595138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Sa-49nroAsI/AAAAAAAAA04/YOFobUXnrus/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2070854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/31765519-3256459903253970696?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3256459903253970696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=3256459903253970696' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3256459903253970696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3256459903253970696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/03/estreia-do-joao-na-passarela-do-samba.html' title='Estreia do João na Passarela do samba'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Sa-4kzvKZyI/AAAAAAAAA0w/RNcHicBEDTA/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P2200877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5536093866865892757</id><published>2009-02-08T20:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:54:00.767-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2009  !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SY9id8K6BnI/AAAAAAAAA0o/oAMF8RfHEnk/s1600-h/ano_novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300563552945964658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SY9id8K6BnI/AAAAAAAAA0o/oAMF8RfHEnk/s400/ano_novo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-5536093866865892757?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5536093866865892757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5536093866865892757' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5536093866865892757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5536093866865892757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2009/02/feliz-2009.html' title='Feliz 2009  !!!!'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SY9id8K6BnI/AAAAAAAAA0o/oAMF8RfHEnk/s72-c/ano_novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1605997863981056217</id><published>2008-12-30T11:04:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:09:26.124-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas do nosso Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SVodSWt8TBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vbRH0M-XC7U/s1600-h/Presentation3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285569313845824530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SVodSWt8TBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vbRH0M-XC7U/s400/Presentation3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-1605997863981056217?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1605997863981056217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1605997863981056217' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1605997863981056217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1605997863981056217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/12/cenas-do-nosso-natal.html' title='Cenas do nosso Natal'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SVodSWt8TBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vbRH0M-XC7U/s72-c/Presentation3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4791119216601073714</id><published>2008-12-25T22:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:50:10.088-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Morro de São Paulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como ainda faltava tirar os últimos 10 dias das minhas férias e não tinha com quem deixar o João em dezembro quando acabasse as aulas, unimos o útil ao agradável e fugindo da altissima temporada de janeiro fomos passar uma semana em Morro de SP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nós já tinhamos planejado de viajar pra lá na primeira vez que fomos a Salvador, há uns 9 anos atrás, mas precisamos mudar os planos e não fomos. Mas a vontade ficou guardada lá no cantinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E ainda bem que matamos essa vontade, valeu muito a pena, Morro é maravilhoso !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As praias são lindas, as pessoas tem aquele astral baiano que me encanta, uma energia inexplicável ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só faltou mesmo curtir a noite de lá, mas com as crianças dessa vez não conseguimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Completamos a viagem com uma passadinha em Salvador, e com um encontro com a querida Mirtes, Tiago e a fofa Leticia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem vou dizer o quanto os principes se divertiram, as fotos falam por si só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.br/alessandra.rpena/MorroDeSOPauloDezembro2008#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bem aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-4791119216601073714?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4791119216601073714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4791119216601073714' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4791119216601073714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4791119216601073714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/12/morro-de-so-paulo.html' title='Morro de São Paulo'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7693285438098352091</id><published>2008-12-07T22:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:54:26.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desfralde</title><content type='html'>Começamos o desfralde do Caio na terça passada (dia 02/12), assim sem muito planejamento mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim esse é um período que de todos que os bebês passam, é o mais chato e complicado, e como foi assim com o João, dessa vez não pensei muito no assunto e nem criei expectativas, na verdade me preparei pra limpar muitos xixis e cocôs pelo chão ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tinha ido na reunião geral de desfralde com a psicóloga da creche há uns 3 meses, mas ainda não tinha rolado a reunião individual, que marca o inicio de cada criança no seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí que fui chamada na escola pra conversar com a psicologa e fui achando que o assunto era a discussão se o Caio vai pro Jardim I com a turma ou se fica no maternal, já que ele tem 2a4m ainda (essa é uma encrenca a resolver).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem era isso, era a eterna desobediencia com a novidade de dar lingua pra professora (??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí aproveitei e pedi pra começar logo o desfralde, pra tentar ver se com isso ele mudava o foco e diminuía as birras e eu aproveitava as ferias pra desfralda-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com todo o relaxo do segundo filho não segui a metade das dicas da psicologa, esquecia de ficar perguntando se ele queria fazer xixi a cada meia hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois em dois dias todos os xixis estavam indo pro vaso e esse final de semana os cocôs tambem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem preciso perguntar, ele mesmo pede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU NEM ACREDITO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filho desfraldado facil = Não tem preço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-7693285438098352091?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7693285438098352091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7693285438098352091' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7693285438098352091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7693285438098352091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/12/desfralde.html' title='Desfralde'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7183107991399455984</id><published>2008-11-20T21:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:46:50.093-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fases</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mãe, quando você estava na escola ganhava muito bilhete da professoa na agenda ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não, muito não. Acho que ganhei uns 3 ( metir pro filho é feeeeeiiiooooo !!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ih, então só esse ano eu já levei mais bilhetes que você ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Pois é, sinal de que você precisa melhorar seu comportamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mas isso é só uma fase que vai passar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hã ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- É mãe, a gente passa por varias fases na vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando é criança desobedece a professora, briga com os amigos, aí leva bilhete na agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois vem a adolescência que a gente briga com a mãe com o pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois fica adulto igual a você que já sabe tudo, não tem mais bilhete. Já sabe que se bater no amigo vai preso (?!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa minha fase vai passar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Filosofo de botequim esse menino, não sei se acho ele inteligente ou muito cara-de-pau ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270905423000784818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SSYEjkakT7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/upytXoT232w/s320/Copy+of+PA260214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SSYCobDpbuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GaSMf_w5BRk/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA260214.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/31765519-7183107991399455984?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7183107991399455984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7183107991399455984' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7183107991399455984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7183107991399455984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/11/fases.html' title='Fases'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SSYEjkakT7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/upytXoT232w/s72-c/Copy+of+PA260214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-8107198514093719631</id><published>2008-11-06T21:36:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:50:48.618-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando aos pouquinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nós estamos sumidos né ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mamãe anda super sem tempo de atualizar o blog, mas aos pouquinhos voltaremos a programação normal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra esquentar taí umas fotos do final de semana que passamos em Buzios no aniversário da mamãe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sol lindo, praias tranquilas, nos divertimos um montão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SROBgAZ0plI/AAAAAAAAAcg/YPg9qRTq2kU/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+PA260219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SROBnR5L7hI/AAAAAAAAAco/35q8NgUc7vc/s1600-h/PA250193.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SROCLypqywI/AAAAAAAAAcw/PqGmwRueYWM/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+PA260219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265695528412957442" style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SROCLypqywI/AAAAAAAAAcw/PqGmwRueYWM/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+PA260219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SROCtd-bkoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6EGcAFx9WCI/s1600-h/PA250193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265696106978448002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SROCtd-bkoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6EGcAFx9WCI/s400/PA250193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-8107198514093719631?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8107198514093719631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=8107198514093719631' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8107198514093719631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8107198514093719631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/11/voltando-aos-pouquinhos.html' title='Voltando aos pouquinhos'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SROCLypqywI/AAAAAAAAAcw/PqGmwRueYWM/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+PA260219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2846575397868723161</id><published>2008-08-05T21:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:41:29.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Selo Premio Dardos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SJjw-VI-j-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EaSvB-h6qNY/s1600-h/selo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231195920808185826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SJjw-VI-j-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EaSvB-h6qNY/s400/selo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Com o prêmio dardos se reconhece os valores que cada blogueiro mostra cada dia em seu empenho por transmitir valores culturais, éticos, literários, pessoais, etc..., que em suma, demonstram sua criatividade através do pensamento vivo que está e permanece intacto entre suas letras, entre suas palavras."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O "Prêmio Dardos" tem certas regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Aceitar exibir a distinta imagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Linkar o blog do qual recebeu o prêmio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Escolher quinze (15) blogs para entregar o "Prêmio Dardos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obrigada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdamacacada.zip.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pelo selo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E indico (além das indicações da Dê ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://perolada.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perolada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babadebebe.blog.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baba de Bebê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cronicasdataba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cronicas da Taba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nalu.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dinhalacerda.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meus frutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/31765519-2846575397868723161?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2846575397868723161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2846575397868723161' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2846575397868723161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2846575397868723161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/08/selo-premio-dardos.html' title='Selo Premio Dardos'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SJjw-VI-j-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EaSvB-h6qNY/s72-c/selo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-3493672529937800144</id><published>2008-07-27T10:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:35:45.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferias - Porto de Galinhas</title><content type='html'>As ferias começaram em Porto de Galinhas, pensamos em um lugar bem tranquilo pra sair totalmente da rotina e conseguir relaxar, sair do estresse e do ritmo alucinante do dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E realmente foi isso que aconteceu, passamos uma semana sensacional ! Descansamos, recarregamos as baterias, consegui ler um livro inteiro, comemos a beça e as crianças se divertiram muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hotel que ficamos é tão gostoso que não dá vontade de sair pra nada, além de ter uma infra-estrutura otima pra crianças e principalmente para bebês como eu nunca tinha visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João se esbaldou nas atividades do clubinho que começavam as 10h da manhã e iam ate 10h da noite. Andou de bicicleta, jogou futebol, golfe, brincou na piscina e na praia, participou do show de talentos e das gincanas. Ainda se sentia o rapaz, almoçando com os amigos no restaurante infantil que era somente pras crianças com aquelas comidinhas que eles adoram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio tambem brincou bastante nos brinquedos de bebê e na piscina que batia na canela dele (até ele descobrir a grande e não querer mais saber da rasinha). Tambem aproveitou o baby club, uma salinha cheia de brinquedos, casinhas, joguinhos que ele podia ficar brincando mesmo que chovesse (o que aconteceu em alguns dias). Descobrimos tambem que ele adora andar de bicicleta e tive que vencer a preguiça pra levar ele pra dar umas voltinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Ca-la-ro que ele ensaiou uma greve de comida, só queria besteira, mas depois que viu que não colou voltou a comer novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu bem que queria ter essa disposição pra negar comida, mas como não tenho voltei rolando de tanta comida boa e tapiocas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos um passeio de um dia pra conhecer Recife e Olinda, eu achei bem corrido, não é bem do jeito que a gente gosta de fazer, mas nem tudo é perfeito né ? Acabou sendo a desculpa perfeita pra voltarmos lá !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.br/alessandra.rpena/FeriasDeJulho2008Recife"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-3493672529937800144?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3493672529937800144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=3493672529937800144' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3493672529937800144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3493672529937800144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/ferias-porto-de-galinhas.html' title='Ferias - Porto de Galinhas'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4225452332670962372</id><published>2008-07-12T18:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:42:14.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>João</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recebi de uma querida comadre esta tirinha :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SHkkX5l_F6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7XRP4jVbLPk/s1600-h/Calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SHkkia5DerI/AAAAAAAAAP4/F5HXFQfXks8/s1600-h/Calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222245416665578162" style="WIDTH: 474px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SHkkia5DerI/AAAAAAAAAP4/F5HXFQfXks8/s400/Calvin.jpg" width="427" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-4225452332670962372?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4225452332670962372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4225452332670962372' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4225452332670962372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4225452332670962372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/joo.html' title='João'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SHkkia5DerI/AAAAAAAAAP4/F5HXFQfXks8/s72-c/Calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-434020908974682982</id><published>2008-07-06T19:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:32:49.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TPF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na sexta-feira que vem eu entro de ferias. Acho que as últimas férias de mais de uma semana que tive foi em novembro de 2003 (quase 5 anos !!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De lá pra cá, emendando um projeto em outro, de uma consultoria pra outra, não conseguia tirar mais do que uma semana por ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teve tambem o período quando o Caio nasceu que parei de trabalhar, mas ficar em casa com duas crianças, sem empregada, sem receber um tostão e ainda entrando no mestrado definitivamente não conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E desde semana passada estou sofrendo de Tensão Pre Ferias que faz parecer que quanto mais perto está, mais longe fica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quanto mais me esforço pra ajeitar as coisas no trabalho e não deixar pendências pra ninguem mais problemas aparecem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E mais me pedem coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E menos paciencia eu tenho, já com vontade de mandar todo mundo pra PQP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguem me diz se falta tanto assim pra sexta-feira pelamor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-434020908974682982?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/434020908974682982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=434020908974682982' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/434020908974682982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/434020908974682982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/07/tpf.html' title='TPF'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2415364735245299027</id><published>2008-06-22T22:21:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:54:51.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Selo de qualidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ganhar um selo de qualidade ISO 9001 carioca-da-gema, precisa conhecer a cidade onde vive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nós já fomos a muitos cartões postais do Rio : Maracanã, praias, Aterro do Flamengo, Forte de Copacabana, Feira de São Cristovão, Zoo, Jardim Botanico ... Mas faltavam ainda alguns e principalmente os dois mais famosos : Corcovado e Pão de Açucar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aproveitamos um dia maravilhoso de sol e levamos os meninos e a vovó para andar de bondinho e conhecer o Pão de Açucar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caio não ligou muito, só queria correr de um lado pro outro, mas João adorou ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegou a máquina e tirou muitas fotos das paisagens, do bondinho, se encantou ao descobrir que existe um bairro pequenininho que parece uma mini-cidade chamado Urca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;entava achar as construções conhecidas, ficava imaginado como os alpinistas conseguiam chegar lá em cima do Morro do Pão de Açucar ... Depois que chegou em casa, fez um monte de desenhos retratando o que ele viu e levou pros amigos da escola.&lt;br /&gt;Ele agora já está cobrando a ida ao Corcovado !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7-mudXM9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8HXV6hZEdGw/s1600-h/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214885359801283538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7-mudXM9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8HXV6hZEdGw/s320/DSC05442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7-MZi2wJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mONRstgt29c/s1600-h/DSC05456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214884907510579346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7-MZi2wJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mONRstgt29c/s320/DSC05456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7_O2KdnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5a0FvWaJBBM/s1600-h/DSC05478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214886049064262930" style="CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7_O2KdnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5a0FvWaJBBM/s320/DSC05478.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7_bXDl0VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4XRqkla8kD8/s1600-h/DSC05482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214886264052240722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7_bXDl0VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4XRqkla8kD8/s320/DSC05482.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7-4rvkGnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vxJmjNeRYng/s1600-h/DSC05458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF8AXRPOSnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IM9w5WPBbuk/s1600-h/DSC05489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214887293282568818" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF8AXRPOSnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IM9w5WPBbuk/s320/DSC05489.JPG" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7_35s30LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-TSWiz6V4CQ/s1600-h/DSC05460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214886754388529330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7_35s30LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-TSWiz6V4CQ/s320/DSC05460.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31765519-2415364735245299027?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2415364735245299027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2415364735245299027' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2415364735245299027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2415364735245299027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/selo-de-qualidade.html' title='Selo de qualidade'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SF7-mudXM9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8HXV6hZEdGw/s72-c/DSC05442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7045992039764128513</id><published>2008-06-15T20:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:33:37.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois caipiras cariocas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este final de semana foi a festa junina na escola do João.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como eu adoro essas festas e seria a primeira vez na escola nova, confesso que tentei controlar minhas expectivas para uma possivel festa confusa, chatonilda e hippie além da conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi muito melhor do que eu imaginava ! Na verdade acho que foi a melhor festa junina de escola que já fomos ! Tinha uma energia especial no ar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tudo lindo, a decoração colorida feita com reciclagem me surpreendeu.&lt;br /&gt;As crianças super animadas, corriam de um lado para o outro querendo participar das danças, dos forrós infantis, das barracas de brincadeiras. Sem falar das comidas gostosas, aff ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João dançou diretinho com a amiga Pamela, a manteigona aqui como sempre teve que segurar as lágrimas pra não dar vexame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWl8PDyDsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/diuzPJwtavo/s1600-h/DSC05519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212254598004346562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWl8PDyDsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/diuzPJwtavo/s320/DSC05519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWmQoRSVqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EbNU0tW-ZFk/s1600-h/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212254948369258146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWmQoRSVqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EbNU0tW-ZFk/s320/DSC05522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWlH-eBjkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WKTvSf-VQ84/s1600-h/DSC05525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212253700197813826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWlH-eBjkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WKTvSf-VQ84/s320/DSC05525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWlfYlxvnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BXFoW2BqDx0/s1600-h/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212254102346645106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWlfYlxvnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BXFoW2BqDx0/s320/DSC05520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-7045992039764128513?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7045992039764128513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7045992039764128513' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7045992039764128513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7045992039764128513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/dois-caipiras-cariocas.html' title='Dois caipiras cariocas'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SFWl8PDyDsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/diuzPJwtavo/s72-c/DSC05519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4752146425600098956</id><published>2008-06-01T21:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:11:55.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe desnecessária</title><content type='html'>A boa mãe é aquela que vai ser tornando desnecessária com o passar do tempo. Chega a hora de reprimir de vez o impulso natural materno de querer colocar a cria embaixo da asa, protegida de todos os erros, tristezas e perigos. Uma batalha hérculea.&lt;br /&gt;Para não esmorecer na luta para controlar a supermãe que todas temos dentro de nós, lembrarei da frase "Se eu fiz o meu trabalho direito, tenho que me tornar desnecessária".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser "desnecessária" é não deixar que o amor incondicional de mãe, que sempre existirá, provoque vício e dependência nos filhos, como uma droga, a ponto de eles não conseguirem ser autônomos, confiantes e independentes. Prontos para traçar seu rumo, fazer suas escolhas, superar suas frustrações e cometer o próprios erros tambem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada fase da vida, vamos cortando e refazendo o cordão umbilical. A cada nova fase, uma nova perda e um novo ganho, para os dois lados, mãe e filho. Porque o amor é um processo de libertação permanente e esse vínculo não pára de se transformar ao longo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia em que os filhos se tornam adultos, constituem a propria familia e recomeçam o ciclo. O que eles precisam é ter certeza de que estamos lá, firmes, na concordância e na divergência, no sucesso ou no fracasso, com o peito aberto para o aconchego, o abraço apertado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai e mãe - solidários - criam filhos para serem livres. Este é o maior desafio e a principal missão. Ao aprendermos a ser "desnecessários", nos transformamos em porto seguro para quando eles decidirem atracar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marcia Neder)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-4752146425600098956?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4752146425600098956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4752146425600098956' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4752146425600098956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4752146425600098956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-desnecessria.html' title='Mãe desnecessária'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-322807370935492175</id><published>2008-05-18T17:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:41:04.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SDCUO2OpsPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5Hp-7eXGGSY/s1600-h/reda%C3%A7%C3%A3o2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201820552408969458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SDCUO2OpsPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5Hp-7eXGGSY/s400/reda%C3%A7%C3%A3o2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-322807370935492175?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/322807370935492175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=322807370935492175' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/322807370935492175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/322807370935492175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu ?'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SDCUO2OpsPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5Hp-7eXGGSY/s72-c/reda%C3%A7%C3%A3o2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4430615638798189057</id><published>2008-05-11T20:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:56:29.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia das Mães !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que atrasa. Mãe que apressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que se interessa. Mãe que tenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que sustenta. Mãe que alimenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que segura. Mãe que libera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que se desespera. Mãe que ri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que chora. Mãe que namora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que cuida. Mãe que trabalha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que se atrapalha. Mãe que desliga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que briga. Mãe que é amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que se preocupa. Mãe que educa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que se culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que nem é mãe.Mãe que também é pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que sai. Mãe que dá afeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que tem defeito. Mãe que dá um jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que é minha. Mãe que é sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mãe que é tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199272953902641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SCeHNGOpsOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TO5f06iaJuo/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05357.JPG" border="0" /&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/31765519-4430615638798189057?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4430615638798189057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4430615638798189057' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4430615638798189057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4430615638798189057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/05/feliz-dia-das-mes.html' title='Feliz Dia das Mães !!!'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SCeHNGOpsOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TO5f06iaJuo/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2245993040299408204</id><published>2008-04-06T18:11:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:02:26.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soletrando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora que o pequeno gafanhoto está lendo sozinho, nossa brincadeira preferida tem sido Soletrando ! Essa mesma, do Luciano Huck !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como se não bastasse ler tudo que vê pela frente, fazer tradução simultânea de todos os rótulos na mesa do café da manhã, ainda tem que soletrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E a mãe vai dando palavrinhas mais elaboradas e o menino vai matando a pau ! E a mãe fica babando na mesa .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Esses dias lemos juntos um livro chamado "O Menino que aprendeu a ver" da Ruth Rocha, que é uma estoria de um menino que aprende a ler e passa a enxergar o mundo com outros olhos. Deu pra ter uma ideia dos sentimentos que tem passado pelo coração do pequeno gafanhoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu adoro quando ele fala "Peraí mãe que eu tô conseguindo ler aquela placa". Parece que ele está saindo da escuridão e abrindo os horizontes, mesmo sabendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que estou me tornando a cada dia um pouquinho mais dispensável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189641581207681058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SAVPha96-CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yeAf-54OopQ/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000491.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto de uma tarde sem aula, no passeio com a vovó (esta é a útima moda em esportes radicais por aqui )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-2245993040299408204?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2245993040299408204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2245993040299408204' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2245993040299408204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2245993040299408204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/04/soletrando.html' title='Soletrando'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/SAVPha96-CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yeAf-54OopQ/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-3631896700335006214</id><published>2008-03-16T22:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:10:32.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já volto !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou ali no quarto rapidinho e já volto tá ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meia hora depois, cadê o menino que não volta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R93E5KYJTBI/AAAAAAAAANI/OeI_69a6T2o/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178511632863153170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R93E5KYJTBI/AAAAAAAAANI/OeI_69a6T2o/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-3631896700335006214?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3631896700335006214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=3631896700335006214' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3631896700335006214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3631896700335006214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/j-volto.html' title='Já volto !'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R93E5KYJTBI/AAAAAAAAANI/OeI_69a6T2o/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1277585520326823240</id><published>2008-03-16T21:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:19:12.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Visual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse é o novo visual !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Graças aos Ceus foi muito bem aceito porque afinal NINGUEM é mais parecido com o Harry Potter que ele (ainda mais agora).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178498279809829874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R924v6YJS_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/v1zE1E31w3o/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-1277585520326823240?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1277585520326823240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1277585520326823240' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1277585520326823240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1277585520326823240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/03/novo-visual.html' title='Novo Visual'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R924v6YJS_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/v1zE1E31w3o/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2687989085783280566</id><published>2008-02-20T21:51:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:01:28.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ano e 6 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse Caio tá cada dia mais esperto, malandro e absurdamente fofo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fala bastante, reclama, dá bronca, briga, mas ainda não descobri em que língua. Acho que já era pra ele estar falando mais e não só o básico (mamã, babai, uão), mas já que a lingua é outra, vai ver que bilíngue é mais demorado :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;É levado demais, não deixa nada no lugar, sobe em tudo, corre por todo lado. Implica com o João, desliga o video game na hora do jogo, pega os carrinhos e espalha tudo, amassa os desenhos. E continua sem ver televisão, nem o Cocoricó ... O unico que salva por 5 minutos é o Backyardigans, mas só o inicio e o final !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zYZR8B_0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NS39-4ANE1g/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169244401138007874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zYZR8B_0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NS39-4ANE1g/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E a malcriação, ai meus sais !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zaMB8B_2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/He1rPM5SA_M/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169246372527996770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zaMB8B_2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/He1rPM5SA_M/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Adora ficar na cozinha mexendo nas panelas e colheres de pau mas ultimamente anda encantado com uma nova amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zXUB8B_yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zvB2ju819qM/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169243211432066850" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zXUB8B_yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zvB2ju819qM/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05046.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zX8x8B_zI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xqx-vOkXD4E/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169243911511736114" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zX8x8B_zI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xqx-vOkXD4E/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04856.JPG" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não dá muita vontade de morder ????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zZFB8B_1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FLJb2WeaU8Q/s1600-h/DSC05050_copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169245152757284690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zZFB8B_1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FLJb2WeaU8Q/s320/DSC05050_copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Registro de altura / peso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;83cm / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12700g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/31765519-2687989085783280566?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2687989085783280566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2687989085783280566' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2687989085783280566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2687989085783280566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-ano-e-6-meses.html' title='1 ano e 6 meses'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R7zYZR8B_0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NS39-4ANE1g/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-3277414380468257362</id><published>2008-02-09T20:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:32:38.988-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval na chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não lembro de ter passado um Carnaval com tanta chuva aqui no RJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo ano faz um calor danado e se chove é rápido e passa logo. Dá pra ir a praia todos os dias, fazer churrasco na piscina, ir atras dos blocos de rua ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse ano choveu. Quase todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim, conseguimos ir a praia no sábado e almoçar com os priminhos dos príncipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-jER8B_sI/AAAAAAAAALg/lGO2R2j9HCc/s1600-h/DSC04876_copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165526591547244226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-jER8B_sI/AAAAAAAAALg/lGO2R2j9HCc/s320/DSC04876_copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-hpx8B_qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/l4PfzE3grtc/s1600-h/DSC04876_copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-h_B8B_rI/AAAAAAAAALY/OOtdat8tqvA/s1600-h/DSC04883_copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165525401841303218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-h_B8B_rI/AAAAAAAAALY/OOtdat8tqvA/s320/DSC04883_copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fomos tambem a um bailinho infantil. O João adoooora, mas Caio estava irritado com a barulheira e com o calor, foi dificil encontrar um jeito de acalma-lo mas o menino tem alma gorda né ? Fazer o que ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-gER8B_mI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dp2Ev-Xdq0A/s1600-h/DSC04929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165523293012360802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-gER8B_mI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dp2Ev-Xdq0A/s320/DSC04929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-jvB8B_tI/AAAAAAAAALo/HQdLmpCCMNc/s1600-h/DSC04949_copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165527325986651858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-jvB8B_tI/AAAAAAAAALo/HQdLmpCCMNc/s320/DSC04949_copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-gVx8B_nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uWS2IX_agsw/s1600-h/DSC04949.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ainda rolou um churrasco emabixo da chuva torrencial que caiu na segunda e na terça, um bloco de rua.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Se arrumando em casa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-kKh8B_uI/AAAAAAAAALw/NuNt1bngH0U/s1600-h/DSC04956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165527798433054434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-kKh8B_uI/AAAAAAAAALw/NuNt1bngH0U/s320/DSC04956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(indo pro bloco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-kXB8B_vI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yYgtrryiOIk/s1600-h/DSC04960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165528013181419250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-kXB8B_vI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yYgtrryiOIk/s320/DSC04960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-khx8B_wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QYLJu1ogVC0/s1600-h/DSC04959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165528197865012994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-khx8B_wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QYLJu1ogVC0/s320/DSC04959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(na folia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-ksh8B_xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-tnBu9ZkFvY/s1600-h/DSC04962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165528382548606738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-ksh8B_xI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-tnBu9ZkFvY/s320/DSC04962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31765519-3277414380468257362?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3277414380468257362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=3277414380468257362' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3277414380468257362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3277414380468257362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval-na-chuva.html' title='Carnaval na chuva'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R6-jER8B_sI/AAAAAAAAALg/lGO2R2j9HCc/s72-c/DSC04876_copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7305617653856384086</id><published>2008-01-13T17:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:24:16.045-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitado !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4pkbSTJuZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hZQIO0IPsno/s1600-h/casa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155043143410366866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4pkbSTJuZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hZQIO0IPsno/s400/casa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos livramos de nossa maior dívida, o que mais me tirou o sono no período que estive sem trabalhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alivio, alivio, alivio ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-7305617653856384086?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7305617653856384086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7305617653856384086' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7305617653856384086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7305617653856384086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/01/quitado.html' title='Quitado !'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4pkbSTJuZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hZQIO0IPsno/s72-c/casa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2914929822662749637</id><published>2008-01-06T22:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:26:04.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveillon em Maceio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aproveitamos nosso recesso de final de ano do trabalho e fomos passar o Reveillon com meu pai em Maceió. Já fazia uns cinco anos que eu não ia pros lados de lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FvyCTJuUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Eixf2zMrOYo/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+Imagem+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152522354089900354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FvyCTJuUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Eixf2zMrOYo/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+Imagem+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar de termos viajado em dias separados por causa das passagens de milhas (eu com João e Junior com o Caio furacão), não tivemos problemas nem no aeroporto e nem com as malas. Foi muito melhor do que eu tinha me preparado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sufoco foi pra alugar um carro em Maceio, tudo lotado. Conseguimos só por tres dias, mas valeu a pena. Deixamos os príncipes um dia com a turma da paparicação e fomos até Maragogi sozinhos. Delicia ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FwQiTJuVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KPaS672iiCQ/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+Imagem+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152522878075910482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FwQiTJuVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KPaS672iiCQ/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+Imagem+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FxUSTJuYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YR7ITQXl1ug/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+Imagem+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152524042012047746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FxUSTJuYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YR7ITQXl1ug/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+Imagem+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesmo com a cidade bem cheia, o Reveillon foi muito tranquilo, as crianças dormiram e acordaram na hora de ir a praia ver os fogos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FwbSTJuWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/weexhHg5Dc4/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+Imagem+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4Fw2STJuXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qWuVW4FP4wI/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+Imagem+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152523526615972210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4Fw2STJuXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qWuVW4FP4wI/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+Imagem+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As crianças amaram a viagem, praia, piscina, paparicação de avô, bisavó, tios, cachorros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FvMiTJuSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pZYRwOw5GPM/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+Imagem+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152521709844805922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FvMiTJuSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pZYRwOw5GPM/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31765519-2914929822662749637?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2914929822662749637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2914929822662749637' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2914929822662749637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2914929822662749637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/01/reveillon-em-maceio.html' title='Reveillon em Maceio'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FvyCTJuUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Eixf2zMrOYo/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+Imagem+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2669103274110051203</id><published>2008-01-06T21:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:38:30.985-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Natal esse ano foi aqui em casa, como em quase todos os anos desde que casamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra falar a verdade o nosso Natal começa no inicio de Dezembro, com a ansiedade do João em montar a árvore, enfeitar tudo, escrever cartas e mais cartas pro Papai Noel (ele ainda acredita no bom velhinho).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O aquecimento é a festa de final de ano da escola, sempre um chororô de mães. Pensei que esse ano seria em dose dupla, mas Caio nem aí pra dançar. Ficou parado só olhando os amigos dançarem. Quando acabou a musica e todo mundo saiu, aí sim ele se animou e dançou sozinho (muito timido o rapaz).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na dia 24, criança que nunca dorme à tarde, nesse dia dorme, afinal não pode dormir antes da hora e perder a passagem do Papai Noel. Todos os anos João faz plantão na varanda, ou na porta da sala, cerca de todo lado, mas nunca consegue ver quando o velhinho deixa o saco vermelho de presente. A gente coloca todos os presentes da familia nosaco vermelho e ele fica até bem gordinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caio não entendeu muito, mas gostou da bagunça da correria do João pela casa achando que ouviu um barulho de alguém lá no quarto, ou na cozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar de ter sido o primeiro Natal que passamos sem o vovô Nilton, correu tudo bem. Ficou apenas a saudade ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152510525749967122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FlBiTJuRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gr1SRlDHhRA/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04710.JPG" border="0" /&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/31765519-2669103274110051203?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2669103274110051203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2669103274110051203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2669103274110051203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2669103274110051203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2008/01/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R4FlBiTJuRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gr1SRlDHhRA/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-2165086611168794615</id><published>2007-12-16T22:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:12:49.397-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus 6 anos - 05/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fazer 6 anos é muito bom !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;No dia do meu aniversário mamãe não foi trabalhar e fomos fazer meu programa favorito : praia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando cheguei em casa fui correndo pra escola, afinal os meus amigos estavam lá me esperando e ia ficar em casa fazendo o quê né ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;De noite ainda teve bolo com a vovó e a dinda, fui dormir cansado mas ansioso pela minha festa no dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ganhei uma festa linda do Harry Potter, todos os meus amigos da escola foram, e muitos outros amigos de outros lugares. Pena que mamãe não me deixou chamar TODOS os meus amigos do futebol, da natação, da rua ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;O mais legal foi que bem no meio da festa apareceu um magico ! Uau ! Eu sempre quis um magico na minha festa mas ele nunca conseguiu ir ! Que maneiro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Caio tambem se divertiu muito, mas não conseguiu esperar a hora do bolo de tão cansado !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheguei em casa e abri o montão de presentes que ganhei, cada um mais legal que o outro, não sabia com qual eu brincava primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Não vejo a hora de chegar minha festa de 7 anos !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144742358856676818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R2XL6tiOtdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CTbOYCED2Sw/s400/DSC03990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144743179195430402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R2XMqdiOtgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cutvqtGZQxg/s400/DSC03997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144742891432621554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R2XMZtiOtfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Ie_TxlJVWKo/s400/DSC04105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-2165086611168794615?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2165086611168794615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=2165086611168794615' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2165086611168794615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/2165086611168794615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/12/meus-6-anos-0510.html' title='Meus 6 anos - 05/10'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/R2XL6tiOtdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CTbOYCED2Sw/s72-c/DSC03990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4955342747502942393</id><published>2007-08-15T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:33:02.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSARIO !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098996737643391138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RsNGhGocKKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XkT4GKIBfMk/s400/DSC03430.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098996389751040146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RsNGM2ocKJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rJFrLlIZs90/s400/DSC03426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-4955342747502942393?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4955342747502942393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4955342747502942393' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4955342747502942393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4955342747502942393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/08/feliz-aniversario.html' title=''/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RsNGhGocKKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XkT4GKIBfMk/s72-c/DSC03430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1293238355168777827</id><published>2007-08-09T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:17:59.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Piquenique no Bosque da Barra</title><content type='html'>Estava devendo umas fotos do piquenique que fizemos em Julho no Bosque da Barra com &lt;a href="http://bocozices.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angelica&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://chrisececilia.wordpress.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia delicioso, as crianças se divertiram a beça e nós comemos muuuuuuito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre bom poder dar uns amassos em Lady Ciça e na Joana.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096749537739679842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtKs2ocKGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oEz7lG9bP9w/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096749804027652210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtK8WocKHI/AAAAAAAAAII/0kKrEHL7tTQ/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096750190574708866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtLS2ocKII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N8snKDXQh60/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-1293238355168777827?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1293238355168777827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1293238355168777827' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1293238355168777827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1293238355168777827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/08/piquenique-no-bosque-da-barra.html' title='Piquenique no Bosque da Barra'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtKs2ocKGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oEz7lG9bP9w/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1622247679910878375</id><published>2007-08-09T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:03:38.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma visita da fada</title><content type='html'>Noite passada a fada dos dentes passou novamente lá em casa, mais um dentinho do João que se foi. Agora não é mais uma janelinha embaixo, ficou uma porteira.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez a fada deixou um carrinho Hot Wheels, a expectativa não estava alta então deu certo ! Boca milionaria não dá né ?&lt;br /&gt;Meu principe deixou de ser um bebê quando o irmão nasceu, aí nos demos conta do quanto ele estava crescido e independente.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes tem umas recaídas querendo comer na boca, dormir com a gente, mas na maior parte do tempo se comporta como um guri levadissimo de 5 anos , tipico malandro carioca, que fala pelos cotovelos. As últimas :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, vou passar pimenta no meu joelho&lt;br /&gt;- Pra quê ?&lt;br /&gt;- Quando o Caio vier me morder, ele vai ver só ! ( o toco morde onde alcança, quase sempre na perna do João)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, tem um bilhete da professora na mochila&lt;br /&gt;- Já sei, acho que é pra pagar a agenda nova&lt;br /&gt;- Por acaso eles acham que seu dinheiro é Capim ? (onde ele aprendeu isso ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, eu me arranhei na escola e saiu sangue nas costas&lt;br /&gt;- Deixa eu ver !&lt;br /&gt;- Só se você prometer não chorar (?)&lt;br /&gt;- Não foi nada demais, vamos lá lavar e passar uma pomada&lt;br /&gt;- Ah mãe muito bem ! se comportou diretinho e não chorou (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtIQmocKEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wO78fHE8_9g/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096746853385119810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtIQmocKEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wO78fHE8_9g/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a gente nos Jogos do Pan no Engenhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtIimocKFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qSge_9-bqfo/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+DSC03534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096747162622765138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtIimocKFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qSge_9-bqfo/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no Maraca com a vovó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-1622247679910878375?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1622247679910878375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1622247679910878375' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1622247679910878375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1622247679910878375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/08/mais-uma-visita-da-fada.html' title='Mais uma visita da fada'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RrtIQmocKEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wO78fHE8_9g/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-8753399953000680584</id><published>2007-07-18T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:31:11.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aqui por essas bandas o tempo voa mesmo, e quando nos demos conta Caio completou 11 meses no domingo. O rapazinho está cheio de novidades :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- anda muito, o dia todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- corre (quase sempre atras do João)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- já tem 4 dentes em cima e 2 embaixo (morde tudo !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- come tudo que vê pela frente, comida, controle remoto, planta, protetor de tomada ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- não gosta de ficar sozinho NUNCA e quase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;não assiste TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- brinquedos preferidos : bola e João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- o cabelo começou a crescer e está fazendo uns mullets engraçados atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- dá tchau, dá beijo lambido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- ri muito, gargalha quando João faz palhaçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- adora a escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- bate palmas só quando quer, não adianta a mamãe implorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- faz malcriação (muita malcriação !) humpf !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- toma banho em pé no chuveiro, a banheira já tava perigosa pra tanta agitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ele estava todo feliz com seu bolo de mesversario até o João apagar a vela, aí ferrou ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rp6TsJScjjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3k0B23ffGNQ/s1600-h/DSC03488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088667015592054322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rp6TsJScjjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3k0B23ffGNQ/s320/DSC03488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rp6T6ZScjkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3TzHD5lOUCU/s1600-h/DSC03491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088667260405190210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rp6T6ZScjkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3TzHD5lOUCU/s320/DSC03491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31765519-8753399953000680584?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8753399953000680584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=8753399953000680584' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8753399953000680584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8753399953000680584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/07/11-meses.html' title='11 Meses'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rp6TsJScjjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3k0B23ffGNQ/s72-c/DSC03488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4050238720070184273</id><published>2007-06-16T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:04:16.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O banguelinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finalmente o primeiro dente caiu ! João esperava esse momento ansiosamente, não sei se por causa da fada ou porque alguns amigos da escola já tinham perdido os dentes e pra ele esse era um marco de crescimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De qualquer forma, ele mesmo deu um jeito de arrancar o próprio dente mole e eu só vi quando ele chegou com a boca suja de sangue pra me mostrar. Eu assustada e ele todo feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante a noite a fada passou para deixar um presente (óbvio que não foi a esperada nota de R$100) e ele ficou super feliz quando acordou e viu o boneco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o sorriso banguela mais lindo que eu já vi !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076662530340003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RnPtrI1zn4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/iHX4z18eCrw/s320/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-4050238720070184273?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4050238720070184273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4050238720070184273' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4050238720070184273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4050238720070184273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-banguelinha.html' title='O banguelinha'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RnPtrI1zn4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/iHX4z18eCrw/s72-c/DSC03323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1173176008746715490</id><published>2007-06-14T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:11:34.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiros passinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RnHm541zn3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LMyPUN6wAso/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076092137208258418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RnHm541zn3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LMyPUN6wAso/s320/DSC03327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além de engatinhar feito um ninja pela casa, Caio agora tambem anda, desde que pequenas distâncias (alma de baiano !!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-1173176008746715490?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1173176008746715490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1173176008746715490' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1173176008746715490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1173176008746715490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/06/primeiros-passinhos.html' title='Primeiros passinhos'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RnHm541zn3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LMyPUN6wAso/s72-c/DSC03327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5885903735775939387</id><published>2007-05-17T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:12:36.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das Mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma macieira de tão carregada de maçãs não conseguia deixar que seus galhos cantassem com o vento. Alguem que passava perguntou por que ela não procurava chamar a atenção, como todas as outras árvores. "Meus frutos são minha melhor propaganda" respondeu a macieira. Claro que não sou diferente de ninguem, e meu coração abriga muitos medos. Mas, apesar de tudo, os frutos de minha vida falam por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065574029075501058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RkyIvap9UAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z-fCdoQr9-Q/s320/DSC03212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-5885903735775939387?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5885903735775939387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5885903735775939387' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5885903735775939387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5885903735775939387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-das-mes.html' title='Dia das Mães'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RkyIvap9UAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z-fCdoQr9-Q/s72-c/DSC03212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7881701781229562381</id><published>2007-04-26T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:15:04.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que a gente mais gosta de fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFOFZ6p8jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o-ue__ZDWhM/s1600-h/DSC03070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057909711276995122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFOFZ6p8jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o-ue__ZDWhM/s320/DSC03070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFNjp6p8iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E3ekwhwG2Xw/s1600-h/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057909131456410146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFNjp6p8iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E3ekwhwG2Xw/s320/DSC03076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFNU56p8hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bdXPeyr6qPY/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFMSZ6p8fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BQnj9gotQTQ/s1600-h/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFM556p8gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8u5Ma0RjIzQ/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFNU56p8hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bdXPeyr6qPY/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057908878053339666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFNU56p8hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bdXPeyr6qPY/s320/DSC03081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-7881701781229562381?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7881701781229562381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7881701781229562381' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7881701781229562381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7881701781229562381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-que-gente-mais-gosta-de-fazer.html' title='O que a gente mais gosta de fazer'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFOFZ6p8jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/o-ue__ZDWhM/s72-c/DSC03070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-786776522387003101</id><published>2007-04-26T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:03:18.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa marra que tu tem qualé ?</title><content type='html'>Última mania aqui em casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFLpZ6p8eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r2mb_B_z9JE/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057907031217402338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFLpZ6p8eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r2mb_B_z9JE/s400/DSC03065.JPG" border="0" /&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/31765519-786776522387003101?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/786776522387003101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=786776522387003101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/786776522387003101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/786776522387003101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/04/essa-marra-que-tu-tem-qual.html' title='Essa marra que tu tem qualé ?'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RjFLpZ6p8eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r2mb_B_z9JE/s72-c/DSC03065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-500977564072762397</id><published>2007-04-24T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:10:33.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A fada dos dentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Domingo as 7h da manhã aparece um meio metro na beirada da minha cama :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mãe, tenho uma surpresa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Que surpresa João ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Meu dente tá molinho !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como ele andava doido pro dente cair, já que a amiguinha mais nova da escola já tinha perdido dois dentes e ele ainda nenhum, fiquei meio desconfiada e fui olhar o bendito dente. Não é que ele estava mesmo um pouquinho mole ? (agora já tá muito mole de tanto que ele futuca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- E aí mãe, gostou da novidade ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não, eu gosto tanto dos seus dentinhos pequenininhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ah mãe, fala serio ! Quando ele cair, a fada dos dentes vai vir buscar e vai deixar 100 reais embaixo do travesseiro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Jesus, que fada é essa pela amor de Deus !? Acho que ela só deixa uma moeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Acho que ela pode deixar dinheiro tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sei lá, acho que não ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais tarde estavamos indo pra praia e o papo continuou :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mãe, você não acha que a fada poderia deixar ao inves de moeda uma prancha de surfe embaixo do travesseiro ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não João, a prancha não cabe embaixo do travesseiro. No maximo cabe um carrinho Hotwheels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ah, então é melhor deixar dinheiro mesmo, porque vou esperar o dente cair pra poder comprar a prancha que eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que será que vai acontecer quando o dente cair e a fada só deixar UMA moeda ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-500977564072762397?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/500977564072762397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=500977564072762397' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/500977564072762397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/500977564072762397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/04/fada-dos-dentes.html' title='A fada dos dentes'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-6017902405088871051</id><published>2007-04-13T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:50:26.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Corra Lola Corra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rh_CugwJTQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qDJXz9d1n-Y/s1600-h/lola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052971411254627586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rh_CugwJTQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qDJXz9d1n-Y/s320/lola2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois que voltei a trabalhar, minha vida tá parecida com a da Lola do filme, correndo o dia todo sem parar. De casa pro trabalho, pro mestrado, pra pegar os principes na escola ... Aff ! Tem horas que acho que vou infartar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Obs. Vale a pena ver esse filme ( não o da minha vida, o da Lola !)&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/31765519-6017902405088871051?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6017902405088871051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=6017902405088871051' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6017902405088871051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/6017902405088871051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/04/corra-lola-corra.html' title='Corra Lola Corra'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rh_CugwJTQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qDJXz9d1n-Y/s72-c/lola2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-8357684932110493403</id><published>2007-04-06T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:37:09.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Pascoa !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RhZM1cAq99I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bON9rdzTd0U/s1600-h/DSC03050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050308513078376402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RhZM1cAq99I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bON9rdzTd0U/s400/DSC03050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-8357684932110493403?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8357684932110493403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=8357684932110493403' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8357684932110493403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8357684932110493403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='Feliz Pascoa !!!!!'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RhZM1cAq99I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bON9rdzTd0U/s72-c/DSC03050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-8666999457959823835</id><published>2007-03-22T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:44:53.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Dentinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RgLAeKMAvwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pBDiineu3oc/s1600-h/DSC03014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044806156971720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RgLAeKMAvwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pBDiineu3oc/s400/DSC03014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dois pequenos grãos de arroz colados na gengiva ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/31765519-8666999457959823835?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8666999457959823835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=8666999457959823835' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8666999457959823835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/8666999457959823835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/03/meus-dentinhos.html' title='Meus Dentinhos'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RgLAeKMAvwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pBDiineu3oc/s72-c/DSC03014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-557859326602204520</id><published>2007-03-18T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:25:57.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7 meses em 7 cliques</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3jtl4WXII/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hst0L9LNyKs/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043437530126900354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3jtl4WXII/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hst0L9LNyKs/s320/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3kAF4WXJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Cltov_Zw9XI/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043437847954480274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3kAF4WXJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Cltov_Zw9XI/s320/DSC01935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3kTV4WXKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q6SfqaattxA/s1600-h/DSC02383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043438178666962082" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3lb14WXMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NO1fSQjSVjU/s320/DSC02884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3lp14WXNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/maRkdu2pdU0/s1600-h/DSC02886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043439664725646546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3lp14WXNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/maRkdu2pdU0/s320/DSC02886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3mG14WXOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1UxyOkeskgk/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043440162941852898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3mG14WXOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1UxyOkeskgk/s320/DSC02965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31765519-557859326602204520?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/557859326602204520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=557859326602204520' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/557859326602204520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/557859326602204520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/03/7-meses-em-7-cliques.html' title='7 meses em 7 cliques'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rf3jtl4WXII/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hst0L9LNyKs/s72-c/DSC01872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-204480239805182343</id><published>2007-03-14T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:18:42.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A estréia no cadeirão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rfgtw14WXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0nOrnryh9MU/s1600-h/DSC02985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041830099961666674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rfgtw14WXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0nOrnryh9MU/s400/DSC02985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cadeira, que já foi do João, saiu do fundo do baú diretamente pro Caio !&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/31765519-204480239805182343?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/204480239805182343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=204480239805182343' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/204480239805182343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/204480239805182343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/03/estria-no-cadeiro.html' title='A estréia no cadeirão'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rfgtw14WXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0nOrnryh9MU/s72-c/DSC02985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7802528252291589513</id><published>2007-03-13T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:19:55.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Começando a clarear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rfgq1F4WXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mU0LyOp0YN4/s1600-h/shorebirdview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041826874441227346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rfgq1F4WXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mU0LyOp0YN4/s200/shorebirdview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois da fase negra, está começando a clarear !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com menos de uma semana de creche, Caio pegou um resfriado, que virou gripe, que virou otite. Depois de algumas noites de febre teve mesmo que comparecer no Prontobaby e entrar no antibiótico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Claro que ficou sem apetite, só queria mamar. E ainda se revoltou contra a mamadeira que vinha tomando a tarde na creche, ou seja, peito, peito e mais peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E pra completar a brincadeira, peguei uma virose estilo rotavirus e precisei passar uma manhã no pronto-socorro reidratando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com essa confusão, o pequeno príncipe engordou míseras 20gr esse mês ... Deve ser o peso só de um dente lindo nascendo embaixo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/31765519-7802528252291589513?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7802528252291589513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7802528252291589513' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7802528252291589513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7802528252291589513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/03/comeando-clarear.html' title='Começando a clarear'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rfgq1F4WXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mU0LyOp0YN4/s72-c/shorebirdview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-1031705864415166991</id><published>2007-03-02T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:59:07.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Foliões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Churrasco, Piscina e Folia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037403747153668130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Reh0BMtQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dNExAwz1qn0/s320/DSC02927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037404116520855602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Reh0WstQ6DI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dEO8kHDR1xw/s320/DSC02941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Reh0_stQ6FI/AAAAAAAAADM/Fmw6oC0zwnE/s1600-h/DSC02937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037404820895492178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Reh0_stQ6FI/AAAAAAAAADM/Fmw6oC0zwnE/s320/DSC02937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João e meus sobrinhos, seus primos mais do que queridos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-1031705864415166991?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1031705864415166991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=1031705864415166991' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1031705864415166991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/1031705864415166991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/03/folies.html' title='Foliões'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Reh0BMtQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dNExAwz1qn0/s72-c/DSC02927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-7177544864900240712</id><published>2007-02-23T14:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:40:51.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro Maraca a gente nunca esquece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rd8RNzt-mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPpjG3ineYQ/s1600-h/Imag017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034761837342529970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rd8RNzt-mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPpjG3ineYQ/s320/Imag017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sábado de Carnaval.....depois de curtir o dia inteiro no clube com meus pais, meus tios Marcos, Aline, Cyntia e minha priminha Dominique, finalmente chegamos em casa (cansados claro! depois do dia inteiro na piscina). Almocei rapidamente com meu pai enquanto mamãe cuidava de meu irmão, parecia que o primeiro dia de carnaval terminava ali, mas de repente meu pai me pergunta: “João, vamos no maracanã ver o jogo do Vasco x Fluminense ?”. Não pensei duas vezes, já fui dizendo “Vamos sim papai” e saí correndo para colocar minha camisa do Vasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe nos levou até a porta do Maracanã pois o jogo estava quase começando, enquanto esperava na fila da bilheteria ví vários policiais e mostrava tudo para meu pai, “Ih, aqueles aí estão com cachorrros”, “Por que aqueles vieram de cavalo?”, “Aquele ali tá com um cacete na mão”, e meu pai pacientemente me explicando tudo. Enfim, depois de um pouco de fila, entramos no Maracanã minha primeira reação quando ví aquele lugar tão grande foi: “Caraca o Maraca é maneiríííííííííííííssimo.” e então, fomos andando para as cadeiras para procurar o melhor lugar para sentar. Não estava muito cheio mas demoramos um pouco para encontrar dois lugares nas primeiras fileiras de cadeiras pois eu queria ficar pertinho do campo. Papai me explicou que antigamente ali onde ficamos era a Geral e as pessoas assistiam ao jogo em pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o jogo não começava, as pessoas ficavam passeando de um lado para o outro na minha frente, mas eu queria mesmo era ficar em pé na mureta de proteção para poder ver mais de perto aquilo tudo. Perguntei para o papai se podíamos ficar ali e ele me explicou que não era possível pois quando o jogo começa todo mundo tem que sentar para não atrapalhar os outros. Não gostei muito mas logo ví alguns policiais passando com cacetetes na mão e mandando todo mundo sentar e entendi o que ele quis dizer............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o jogo começou, eu não sabia se olhava para o campo, se olhava para a Arquibancada logo atrás de nós e acima, se olhava para o lado, se brincava com o amiguinho que estava do meu lado, se ficava em pé, se ficava sentado, se prestava atenção nas músicas que a torcida cantava. Meu pai ficou preocupado somente com o vocabulário novo que eu ia aprender e as palavras, ou melhor, os palavrões que todos falavam (meu pai mesmo falou um monte deles durante o jogo). Mas era tudo tão grande e tanta coisa para ver que nem prestei muita atenção nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jogo foi muito bom, e terminou empatado em 4x4, mas o Fluminense sempre esteve na frente do placar. No segundo tempo comecei a falar que o Romário tinha que entrar, pois estava no banco de reservas e havia feito 3 gols contra o Volta Redonda, 2 semanas antes. Quando ele entrou no jogo, não gostei, pois ele nem tocava na bola e ficava parado o tempo todo (meu pai me disse que era normal e o Romário sempre foi assim). Fiquei falando que ele estava velho e por isso ficava parado e não corria atrás da bola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclamei muito sempre que algum jogador do Vasco sofria falta. Ficava gritando para o Juiz dar um cartão para todos os jogadores do Fluminense. Depois de ver tantas faltas, teve um lance em que o jogador do Fluminense estava correndo para tentar fazer o gol e então soltei o seguinte: “QUEBRA ELE !!! QUEBRA ELE!!!”.......Meu pai começou a rir e um casal que estava na nossa frente também não se conteve, aí papai me disse que se o jogador do Vasco fizesse isso receberia um cartão vermelho e saíria do jogo. Não entendi muito pois o Vasco estava perdendo e o jogo quase acabando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente no final do segundo tempo, o Leandro Amaral fez um gol de pênalti e o jogo terminou empatado. Saí do Maraca cantando junto com a torcida: “Au Au Au é Leandro Amaral, Au Au Au é Leandro Amaral...”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado por : Papai&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/31765519-7177544864900240712?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7177544864900240712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=7177544864900240712' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7177544864900240712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/7177544864900240712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-primeiro-maraca-gente-nunca-esquece.html' title='O primeiro Maraca a gente nunca esquece'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/Rd8RNzt-mbI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPpjG3ineYQ/s72-c/Imag017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-4062172392516914927</id><published>2007-02-14T18:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:59:51.469-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palhaço Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RdN3Kjt-maI/AAAAAAAAACY/p1-MXk5xEXM/s1600-h/DSC02892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031496231973460386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RdN3Kjt-maI/AAAAAAAAACY/p1-MXk5xEXM/s320/DSC02892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RdN2mDt-mZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6DAcBdOHxK8/s1600-h/DSC02892.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já estou preparado pra sair em todos os blocos do Rio de Janeiro, ir a todos os bailes, jogar muito confete e serpentina !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Detalhe : Não gostei muito da gravata e já comi ela, tá toda babada e disforme !&lt;/span&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/31765519-4062172392516914927?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4062172392516914927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=4062172392516914927' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4062172392516914927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/4062172392516914927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/02/palhao-feliz.html' title='Palhaço Feliz'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RdN3Kjt-maI/AAAAAAAAACY/p1-MXk5xEXM/s72-c/DSC02892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-5957434487582992028</id><published>2007-02-02T14:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:10:21.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perolas de Cemitério</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estávamos passando de carro em frente ao cemitério onde meu avô foi enterrado, as crianças no banco de trás parecendo distraídas. Comentei com o Junior :&lt;br /&gt;- Foi nesse cemiterio que o meu avô foi enterrado ....&lt;br /&gt;E o João de imediato :&lt;br /&gt;- Enterrado ???? Mas por que ????&lt;br /&gt;- Porque ele morreu filho.&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Se ele morreu porque não foi morar com o Papai do Ceu ?&lt;br /&gt;- Pois é, ele foi, mas ...&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Já sei !!! Igual aquele desenho do Tom e Jerry que o Tom morreu mas só a alma foi pro céu né ?&lt;br /&gt;- Isso mesmo filho !&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Mas o que ele ficou fazendo aqui sozinho no cemitério ?&lt;br /&gt;- Foi só o corpo que ficou, a alma tá lá no céu .&lt;br /&gt;- (J) A gente não pode levar ele pra casa ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não pode não (ai socorro !!)&lt;br /&gt;- Ele vai ficar aí sozinho&lt;br /&gt;- Mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;E mudei de assunto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo depois lá vem ele de novo&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Mãe, como foi que vocês levaram seu avô pro cemiterio ?&lt;br /&gt;- Tem um carro especial pra levar as pessoas no cemiterio&lt;br /&gt;- (J) E elas vão deitadas ?&lt;br /&gt;- Vão deitadas na parte de tras&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Ah, tá, tipo um grande assim igual aquele ali, ou aquele lá, ou aquele outro (todos os carros peruas viraram carro de cemiterio)&lt;br /&gt;- É isso mesmo, só que o carro é preto&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Por que ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sei não, vou procurar saber depois te falo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não satisfeito, uns dias depois&lt;br /&gt;- Hoje tá tão quente, deve estar uns 40 graus&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Mãe, quantos graus deve estar fazendo no cemiterio, lá onde está seu avô ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei João, deve estar quente também (com certeza muito quente !)&lt;br /&gt;- (J) Ele deve estar com calor ...&lt;br /&gt;Desisti de responder ... Afff !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-5957434487582992028?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5957434487582992028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=5957434487582992028' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5957434487582992028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/5957434487582992028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/02/perolas-de-cemitrio.html' title='Perolas de Cemitério'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-780019406414223851</id><published>2007-02-02T13:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:05:33.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy tub popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RcNg97pLgFI/AAAAAAAAACA/HHEJqRPUkiM/s1600-h/DSC02862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026968226174304338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RcNg97pLgFI/AAAAAAAAACA/HHEJqRPUkiM/s320/DSC02862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse é a banheira Tummy Tub do Caio ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi a vovó Gilda que improvisou na casa dela !&lt;/span&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/31765519-780019406414223851?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/780019406414223851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=780019406414223851' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/780019406414223851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/780019406414223851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/02/tummy-tub-popular.html' title='Tummy tub popular'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RcNg97pLgFI/AAAAAAAAACA/HHEJqRPUkiM/s72-c/DSC02862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-3017863356046348962</id><published>2007-01-24T20:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:16:59.723-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fui pra pediatra cheia de decisão para iniciar as frutinhas na alimentação do Caio, e fui surprendida logo com prescrição para o almoço. Ai que medo .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei pensando se não seria melhor esperar mais um mês, mesmo correndo o risco de ficar muito em cima da hora de coloca-lo na creche, se ele não ia ficar sentido comigo de tirar algumas mamadas que ele gosta tanto e eu tambem, ou seja, toda minha macheza foi por agua abaixo rapidinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já estava me preparando para o estresse que ia ser o primeiro almoço do Caio, se fosse só um pouquinho mínino parecido como foi com o João, que não almoçava comigo de jeito nenhum, chorava, puxava minha blusa. Pensei que isso era obviamente uma tarefa paterna (tudo que eu não quero fazer definitivamente é tarefa paterna :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RbfnW7pLf9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rsd4rviFmR8/s1600-h/DSC02861.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olha a concentração !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023739566113914882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RbfohLpLgAI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZbWa_UdDdY/s320/DSC02861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resultado final !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023739029243002866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RbfoB7pLf_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wv1hECWkKQQ/s320/DSC02863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RbfnmbpLf-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/O_zcMJPuOd0/s1600-h/DSC02863.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo tamanho da barriga depois do almoço parecia que tinha um Alien dentro. E a bocó da mãe achando que a criança não estava nem aí pra ela nem pro peito !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31765519-3017863356046348962?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3017863356046348962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=3017863356046348962' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3017863356046348962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/3017863356046348962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-primeiro-almoo.html' title='O primeiro almoço'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFGoLbtGrBQ/RbfohLpLgAI/AAAAAAAAABI/aZbWa_UdDdY/s72-c/DSC02861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116889542754352822</id><published>2007-01-15T18:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:10:27.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje faço 5 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje faço 5 meses !!!! Oba !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou muito curioso com as coisas ao meu redor, tudo que eu vejo quero pegar, provar. Minha mãe fica me chamando de bebê polvo, mas não sei porque .... Será que é porque eu pego e puxo os cabelos dela, os brincos, a roupa, a fralda, a blusa do meu irmão ? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou tambem bem gordinho, ouvi mamãe dizer que são mais de 8,5kg pela balança aqui de casa. Talvez seja por isso que ela fale tanto que sente dor nas costas. Mas eu só mamo meu leitinho do peito ... Hoje quando a mamãe estava lanchando, esperei ela virar pro lado e vupt, peguei um pedaço de miolo de pão e enfiei na boca. Achei uma delícia !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/320/318496/DSC02787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adoro tomar banho de banheira, de piscina, de chuveiro, sou muito bem humorado. Só não gosto quando a mamãe demora a trazer o peito, aí eu fico bravo e dou uns gritos. Tambem sou preguiçoso, até agora só me interessei em rolar pra pegar os brinquedos, engatinhar dá muito trabalho. Ah ! e adoro ficar sentado tambem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu brinquedo predileto é o João ! Ele é demais !! Até das brincadeiras brutas eu gosto ! Quando a mamãe briga com ele por causa disso eu caio na risada só pra ver a cara de mané que ela fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim, sou preguiçoso, gordo, comilão e arteiro, mas sou um bebê muito feliz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116889542754352822?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116889542754352822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116889542754352822' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116889542754352822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116889542754352822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoje-fao-5-meses.html' title='Hoje faço 5 meses'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116759713637532630</id><published>2006-12-31T17:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:32:16.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Feliz 2007 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O ano passou voando ! De uns tempos pra cá, todos os anos passam voando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2006 terminou com uma grata surpresa, passei na seleção do mestrado da PUC e ganhei uma bolsa de insenção de pagamento das mensalidades. É mais um caminho que se abre pra 2007, ainda não sei o que vou fazer, mas o ano pelo jeito vai ser bem animado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/1600/93654/DSC02535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/320/628119/DSC02535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caio está uma bola fofa com 4 meses e meio. É uma criança tranquila, sorridente e o mais importante cheio de saúde ! Começou a rolar e acho que os dentinhos já devem estar pintando por aí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/1600/434567/DSC02537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/320/229097/DSC02537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;João é uma criança muito alegre, cheio de amigos, inteligente e questionador. Depois de uma rápida adaptação a nova realidade de não ser o rei da casa, vive grudado no irmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Na nossa família tivemos algumas conquintas importantes. Minha irmã passou no concurso da Petrobras e já começou a trabalhar lá. Minha mãe concluiu a faculdade, é uma vitoriosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Só peço pra 2007 muita saúde e paz. Pro meu marido maravilhoso, nossos filhos, nossa familia, nossos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Feliz 2007 !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116759713637532630?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116759713637532630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116759713637532630' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116759713637532630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116759713637532630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/12/um-feliz-2007.html' title='Um Feliz 2007 !'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116602809958751618</id><published>2006-12-13T14:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:41:39.603-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O ataque do Zezé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/1600/194060/incriveis_zeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/320/765708/incriveis_zeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Segunda-feira o Caio estava especialmente inspirado, passou o dia elétrico, parecia que estava ligado em 220V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olhava pras paredes e gargalhava, ria e gritava, fazia mil bolinhas de cuspe, cuspia a chupeta longe quando eu tentava ver se ele chupava um pouquinho, nem funchicoria deu jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso é normal pra um bebê ? Acho que sim, mas não o tempo todo, e nem pra ele que é um bebê tão calmo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parecia até o Zezé dos Incriveis. Se ele saísse flutuando e atravessando as paredes eu não ia estranhar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem passou o dia mais calmo, dormiu bastante. Acho que a rave foi demais pra ele ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/1600/809618/DSC02452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/320/779296/DSC02452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116602809958751618?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116602809958751618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116602809958751618' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116602809958751618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116602809958751618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-ataque-do-zez.html' title='O ataque do Zezé'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116525262992179038</id><published>2006-12-04T15:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:17:09.950-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegada do Papai Noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/1600/202663/papai_noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7936/3460/320/402918/papai_noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apesar de ter 5 anos, João ainda acredita em Papai Noel. Não nos de shopping que ele fala que são moços vestidos pra tirar fotos com as crianças (?!). Mas acredita no que vem na noite de Natal trazendo os presentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse ano achei que ele não ia acreditar mais. Aí peguei na locadora o filme Expresso Polar e a crença no velhinho tomou mais força. Até acreditou nas microcameras que eu sempre falei que existia em cada casa com criança, e que Papai Noel usa pra observar o comportamento e decidir se vai dar presente ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Descobrimos que Papai Noel ia chegar num shopping na Barra e mesmo sem ele acreditar tanto nos de shopping fomos lá ver. Não é que ele curtiu muito ! Tirei foto ( gratis !!) e ele me disse que pediu pro Papai Noel trazer o inimigo do Batman ( não acredita né ?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No meu tempo de criança Papai Noel chegava de helicóptero no Maracanã, debaixo de um sol de 40 graus. Eu nunca fui ver ... Acho que por isso não perco uma chegada no shopping com ar condicionado ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116525262992179038?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116525262992179038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116525262992179038' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116525262992179038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116525262992179038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/12/chegada-do-papai-noel.html' title='Chegada do Papai Noel'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116413278912547291</id><published>2006-11-21T15:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:13:09.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriado na praia</title><content type='html'>Aproveitando o feriadão e as minhas "férias" fomos passear em Arraial do Cabo, visitando os tios que moram lá. Com a promessa de solzão depois da temporada de chuva , tomei coragem arrumei as muitas tralhas e lá fomos nós com a vovó na quinta-feira, porque o pai trabalhador só ia poder viajar na sexta a noite. Foram dias deliciosos, João se divertiu muito e Caio estreou na praia (só os pés né porque aquela agua de Arraial é fria pra caramba !) e no chuveiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02344.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02344.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02371.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02371.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02345.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116413278912547291?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116413278912547291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116413278912547291' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116413278912547291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116413278912547291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/11/feriado-na-praia.html' title='Feriado na praia'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116412994732250015</id><published>2006-11-21T14:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:25:50.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 meses do Pequeno Buda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais um mês se passou, Caio completou 3 meses vendendo saúde !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Continua um peitomaníaco, pesando 6,8 Kg e medindo 61 cm. Como esse mês ele engordou mais que cresceu, agora tá parecendo um budinha, cheio de dobrinhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Risonho e conversador, fica todo feliz quando o João binca com ele. E a mãe baba vendo os dois juntos .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saindo do banho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/mamae_caio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/mamae_caio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já pronto pra festa do mesversário !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116412994732250015?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116412994732250015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116412994732250015' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116412994732250015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116412994732250015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-meses-do-pequeno-buda.html' title='3 meses do Pequeno Buda'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116318464381153956</id><published>2006-11-10T16:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:50:43.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'>He Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outro dia desses estávamos lendo com o João um gibi do Cascão que tinha umas estórias relacionadas a super herois. E um deles era o He man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele começou a perguntar quem era, o que ele fazia e fomos contando que era um desenho da nossa época, que o cara era assim, fazia isso e aquilo, mas nunca era suficiente. Aí tive a brilhante ideia de procurar na Internet um trecho de desenho ou algo assim pra mostrar pra ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pronto, agora os malditos Power Rangers foram substituídos pelo He man. Ele leva o guarda chuva pra escola todo santo dia ( porque é a espada do He man ) e vai pela rua gritando pra todo mundo Pelos Poderes de "Gleison", Eu Tenho a Força. Além disso sai jogando raios pra transformar todo undo em Gato Guerreiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quer de qualquer maneira que eu encontre na locadora o desenho do He man e que compre aquela fantasia ridícula de sunguinha pra ele. Céus !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo menos esse eu tambem curti na minha época. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra matar a saudade esse é o link do desenho : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45DP16F2nJw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45DP16F2nJw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116318464381153956?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116318464381153956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116318464381153956' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116318464381153956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116318464381153956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-man.html' title='He Man'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116283887356921232</id><published>2006-11-06T16:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:47:53.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baixou um virus aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não baixou um virus, foram vários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Começou comigo na quarta passada uma gripe dos infernos, o pacote completo, toda entupida, dor de garganta, cabeça e ouvido, moleza total. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desesperada por um Naldecon, liguei pra pediatra do Caio só pra ouvir o que eu já sabia, "só pode tomar Tylenol quando está amamentando", que não serve de nada se não tem febre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, fazer o que ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Logo na sequência, vem a crise de bronquite do João. Nebulizações mil e remedios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A pobre da mãe, já mais morta que viva pensa que acabou ? Nãaooooo !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O pior ainda vem, a estréia do Caio !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coitadinho do bebê, amanhece domingo todo entupido, tossindo, com aquela carinha abatida, febril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas como ele não dispnesa um peito, já está se recuperando bem, hoje já está até rindo de novo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que agora vai ser a vez do pai ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116283887356921232?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116283887356921232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116283887356921232' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116283887356921232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116283887356921232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/11/baixou-um-virus-aqui.html' title='Baixou um virus aqui'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116112103720193027</id><published>2006-10-17T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:07:15.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2º mesversário da nossa versão 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;aio completou 2 meses cheio de energia e saúde, com 6kg e 60 cm !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quase não tem mais cólicas e tem acordado só uma vez a noite pra mamar. Pra quem teve o João como experiência inicial ( 3 meses de cólica e 1 ano acordando a noite toda ) é uma evolução e tanto !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na verdade, quando o João chegou, recebemos uma versão 1.0 sem nenhum acessório. Mas como ainda nem sabíamos "dirigir" tinha que ser algo simples, mas forte e robusto que aguentasse bem o tranco de pai e mãe inexperientes. E assim foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando o Caio chegou, já tínhamos aprendido um pouco então ganhamos a versão 2.0 com os acessórios de economia de choro, economia de cólicas e noite de sono extra plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02220.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/200/DSC02220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pra comemorar o segundo mesversário, levamos o Caio pra conhecer a praia. Quem sabe na próxima vez dá até pra entrar na água ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02218.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02218.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E aí Ciça, Joana e Livia, vamos marcar de nos conhecer ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beatriz, Giovana, Mariana, Gyovana, Sofia e Duda eu deixo pro meu irmão !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116112103720193027?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116112103720193027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116112103720193027' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116112103720193027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116112103720193027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-mesversrio-da-nossa-verso-20.html' title='2º mesversário da nossa versão 2.0'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-116043556039760967</id><published>2006-10-09T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:12:40.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>05 de outubro - João 5 anos !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02189.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02189.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há 5 anos atrás nossa vida mudou, e muito, pra melhor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na verdade começou a mudar antes, quando descobri que estava grávida. Apesar de um filho estar nos planos, não era naquela hora por n vários motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de uma gravidez tumultuada por apartamento novo, obra, marido viajando o tempo todo, vários problemas de saúde, duas ameaças de parto prematuro, perda do meu avô, enfim o João nasceu na marca do penalti, 40 semanas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02130.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02130.1.jpg"&gt;. &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02130.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E como pais marinheiros de primeira viagem, sofremos um pouco no inicio, cólicas, noites sem dormir, falta de tempo pra tudo ... Mas a medida que o tempo passou aprendemos a lidar com as dificuldades com mais tranquilidade e tudo foi melhorando. Nos apaixonamos pelo João que sempre foi um bebê muito risonho, feliz, elétrico. Ele encantou a todos a volta, ganhou vários tios, tias, avós e avôs emprestados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;João hoje é uma criança de personalidade forte, muito inteligente, contestador, criativo e sociável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem nosso ritmo de vida, principalmente o meu, já acorda de bom humor querendo sair, ir a praia, jogar futebol, viajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu filho, que Deus te dê muita saúde pra que você possa realizar todos os seus sonhos !&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre ao seu lado ouvindo você dizer "Mamãe, vou dormir, boa-noite e dorme com Deus" todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/Jo%3F%3Fo_ima.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-116043556039760967?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/116043556039760967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=116043556039760967' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116043556039760967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/116043556039760967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/10/05-de-outubro-joo-5-anos.html' title='05 de outubro - João 5 anos !!!!'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115980445205822507</id><published>2006-10-02T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:54:12.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Três patetas e um sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de muitas palhaçadas dos três patetas aqui de casa, finalmente conseguimos uma foto do sorriso gostoso do Caio&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115980445205822507?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115980445205822507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115980445205822507' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115980445205822507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115980445205822507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/10/trs-patetas-e-um-sorriso.html' title='Três patetas e um sorriso'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115922163556884492</id><published>2006-09-25T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:00:35.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacinas e vacinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sábado fomos ao posto de sáude dar vacina no Caio e também terminar as vacinas obrigatorias do João. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine o coração de uma mãe que vai ver os dois filhos furados e chorando ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois bem, o Caio deu dois chorinhos, se ajeitou no colo e caiu no sono, não deu nem tempo da mãe fazer um show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já o João, Jesus amado, quase colocou o posto de saúde abaixo !! Foi uma gritaria que se não fosse o pai segurar nem sei como teria conseguido dar a vacina. E no final do dia, com a cara mais lavada do mundo, disse pra vó que chorou "só um pouquinho". Que vontade de socar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois da consulta de um mês da pediatra, soubemos que Caio está com 4,9 Kg e 54 cm. Haja leitinho pra essa criança esfomeada !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115922163556884492?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115922163556884492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115922163556884492' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115922163556884492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115922163556884492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/09/vacinas-e-vacinas.html' title='Vacinas e vacinas'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115905512929475880</id><published>2006-09-23T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:45:29.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você tem fome de quê ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/melancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/melancia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comida !!!! Muita comida !!!! Arroz, Feijão, Batata, Pão, Bolo, Queijo, Folhas .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossa, tenho andado com uma fome !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomo café pensando no almoço, almoço pensando no lanche e lancho pensando no que vou fazer pra jantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem me lembrava como amamentar dá essa fome danada, a vantagem é que não engorda (pelo menos até agora). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que pra conseguir manter o Caio gordinho preciso de quase 1 milhão de calorias diárias !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha nova diversão é procurar e testar novas receitas, pode ser comida ou sobremesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu e o Caio (por tabela), estamos aproveitando essa fase gastronômica !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115905512929475880?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115905512929475880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115905512929475880' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115905512929475880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115905512929475880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/09/voc-tem-fome-de-qu.html' title='Você tem fome de quê ?'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115835072454603784</id><published>2006-09-15T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:05:24.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Mesversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caio hoje completa um mês !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nesse pequeno período de tempo, ele preeencheu um enorme espaço no meu coração que eu nem achava que tinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Achava que já amava tanto o João que o coração estava completo. Mas ele chegou reivindicando seu espaço, e o coração foi aumentando e se acomodando pra caber mais um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;São irmãos bem diferentes. João era quando bebê, e ainda é enérgico, elétrico, falante e sorridente. Caio é tranquilo, preguiçoso e dengoso. Mas acho que se completam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho com eles crescidos, companheiros, se ajudando e se divertindo juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivo em dois mundos diferentes, Caio me conquista sem fazer nada, só aquele encanto e doçura dos bebezinhos já é suficiente. João está descobrindo o mundo, aprendendo a ler, a ter seu espaço. Adoro vivenciar sua evolução, suas descobertas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nesse último mês, Caio já teve conjutivite e agora está sofrendo um pouquinho com as cólicas. Mas não deixa de mamar e com isso já engordou mais de 1Kg desde que nasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo cansada, sem dormir, estressada as vezes com o tanto de coisas pra dar conta, agradeço a Deus todos os dias essas bençãos na minha vida !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115835072454603784?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115835072454603784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115835072454603784' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115835072454603784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115835072454603784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-mesversrio.html' title='1º Mesversário'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115742054193022646</id><published>2006-09-04T22:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:42:21.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos de mais uma semana do príncipe Caio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01933.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01933.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01933.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC02009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC02009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115742054193022646?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115742054193022646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115742054193022646' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115742054193022646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115742054193022646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/09/mais-uma-semana_04.html' title='Mais uma semana'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115741938167878661</id><published>2006-09-04T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:23:01.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro Passeio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aproveitamos a quinta-feira linda de sol, João impossível em casa e o papai ainda de férias e fomos levar o Caio pra conhecer e passear na Lagoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que o principe Caio não aproveitou muito, foi só mamar e dormir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115741938167878661?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115741938167878661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115741938167878661' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115741938167878661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115741938167878661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/09/primeiro-passeio.html' title='Primeiro Passeio'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115741845083385594</id><published>2006-09-04T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:07:30.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjutivite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Semana passada acordamos com uma novidade : João com os olhinhos coladinhos e muito vermelhos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lá foi o papai com ele pro oftalmologista só pra confirmar e era mesmo, conjutivite !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como minha experiência com conjutivite não é das melhores, quando eu tive demorou um tempão pra curar, o olho ficava todo melado e ardia horrores, fiquei morrendo de pena do príncipe achando que ia ser um terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Além disso, a semana com ele em casa, sem ir a escola e ao futebol, prometia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Precisamos fazer malabarismos pra evitar que o Caio tambem pegasse a conjutivite, ficava fugindo com o bebê pela casa e nem dentro do berço ele estava seguro. E o João empolgado como ele só, abraçava, beijava, apertava ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fora isso ainda tinham os pensamentos profundos :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mamanhe, você sabia que quando a gente fica puxando o olho pra imitar chinês, fica cego ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ah é ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mamanhe, a gente devia ter 29 olhos, nos braços, nas costas, pra poder enxergar tudo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- É verdade ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mamanhe, você sabia que se não colocar o colírio direitinho o olho cai ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sei ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ai, ai, ai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A semana terminou e tudo voltou a normalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115741845083385594?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115741845083385594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115741845083385594' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115741845083385594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115741845083385594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/09/conjutivite.html' title='Conjutivite'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115634426320349570</id><published>2006-08-23T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:44:23.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1ª semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeira semana mais tranquila impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse bebê já veio na versão 2.0, com todos os acessórios de fábrica. Da outra vez como ainda não sabíamos dirigir, recebemos bebê versão 1.0, tivemos que fazer todos os ajustes por nossa conta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É um grande preguiçoso, adora dormir ... Quando acorda, abre os olhinhos devagar, resmunga um pouquinho e fica chupando a mãozinha esperando o leitinho .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois que mama parece que comeu uma feijoada, fica paradinho digerindo e namorando a mamãe, a fornecedora oficial de alimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeiro banho quem deu foi o papai, o trocador oficial de fraldas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo sim, pelo não, no sétimo dia colocamos a tradicional roupinha vermelha pra dar sorte !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115634426320349570?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115634426320349570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115634426320349570' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115634426320349570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115634426320349570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-semana.html' title='1ª semana'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115634281216886864</id><published>2006-08-23T11:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:20:12.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>João e sua lógica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apesar de não demonstrar nenhum ciúme com o irmão, João tem andado bastante malcriado, respondão e dono de si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O limite foi esticado ao máximo, mas as vezes precisa ficar sentado de castigo pra se acalmar dos acessos de raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa dessas crises de raiva, chorando feito doido no castigo, me sai com essa :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mãe , quero beber agua !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Agora não, depois que vc se acalmar você pode sair daí e beber água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Você sabia que mãe que não dá agua pro filho, o filho morre ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi dificil segurar o riso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115634281216886864?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115634281216886864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115634281216886864' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115634281216886864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115634281216886864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/08/joo-e-sua-lgica.html' title='João e sua lógica'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115602665622665702</id><published>2006-08-19T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:30:56.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>15 de Agosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje o dia começou prometendo muito. Depois de passar o final de semana sentindo muito mal-estar e várias contrações, a noite de sono foi ótima ( pra uma grávida, é claro !).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo de manhã, tinha consulta marcada com a acupunturista, mais uma tentiva de estimular o parto.&lt;br /&gt;Planos iniciais : deixar o João na escola e ir de metrô. Só que mesmo antes de sair de casa, as contrações já apareceram e vi que a coisa ia ficar feia, só indo de carro mesmo. ( E aproveitei pra já colocar todas as malinhas dentro, quem sabe nem voltava pra casa ...)&lt;br /&gt;Lá na consulta, cada agulha mais contrações, e mais e mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - Saí de lá e fui a Perinatal fazer uma cardiotocografia e checar como o Caio tava reagindo a toda essa movimentação. A médica já estava certa que o Caio chegaria naquele mesmo dia, nos despedimos até com um "até já, a gente volta a se ver daqui a pouco !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:30 - No hospital, após os exames, o plantonista foi avisando que nem dava mais pra sair de lá, era internar e esperar. Até aquele momento as dores estavam controladas, tranquilas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:00 - Já em momento descontrol de dor, implorando por umas drogas na veia ( a pessoa que eu mais queria ver na minha frente era a anestesista), descemos pro centro cirurgico com 5cm de dilatação. Depois da anestesia, tudo volta a ser cor-de-rosa ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante os preparativos da equipe medica, no meio daquela agitação toda, comecei a sentir uma calma e uma paz enorme, o momento que esperamos tanto estava bem próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Rezei muito e pedi que o Caio tivesse o melhor nascimento, uma ótima chegada. O papai também parecia estar muito calmo ali do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada força que fazia, a pressão embaixo aumentava até a medica anunciar "agora é a última !! " Senti quando o Caio saiu, pequeno e cansado do esforço. Não chorou, ficou quietinho deitado sobre o meu peito enquanto o papai cortava o cordão umbilical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pediatra o levou pra examinar, aspirar, massagear, e só então ele chorou. Foram alguns minutos em que fiquei aterrorizada, imaginando que algo pudesse estar acontecendo, porque demorava tanto pra chorar ? Mas logo ele voltou, curioso, olhinhos abertos, nos olhando .... só chorávamos e agradecíamos a Deus mais essa benção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo colocar em palavras o que senti naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite na meternidade não consegui dormir, mesmo muito cansada. O filminho de nossas vidas ficou passando diante dos meus olhos o tempo todo, desde o inicio, o nascimento do João, a gravidez do Caio e aquele longo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi o começo de uma nova época ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115602665622665702?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115602665622665702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115602665622665702' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115602665622665702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115602665622665702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/08/15-de-agosto.html' title='15 de Agosto'/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115548108455082531</id><published>2006-08-13T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T11:58:04.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ai que calor !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse inverno do Rio tá de lascar !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu que pensei que ia ter um bebê no inverno, comprei um monte de roupinhas de manga comprida que agora nem sei se vou conseguir usar .... E as touquinhas que guardei do João novinhas ? Já vi que voltam pra dentro da gaveta sem uso ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E o pior é esse calor de grávida, parece que tem um sol dentro de mim !!! Se olhar pro termômetro marcando 33°C então, quase morro ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;João tem aproveitado muito esse tempo de sol, semana passada foi pra Arraial do Cabo com a dinda e filou um pouquinho de um curso de mergulho. O pai que é mergulhador e não foi, ficou louco de orgulho só de olhar. A obstetra achou muito arriscado pegarmos a estrada com o Caio já na porta de saída, então ficamos no Rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC00464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC00464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora que estou em casa sem trabalhar o tempo tem passado bem devagarinho .... Já estou com uma baita ansiedade pro parto, que só aumenta quando as pessoas queridas me ligam querendo saber notícias.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos ver se essa semana vai ser "a semana" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115548108455082531?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115548108455082531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115548108455082531' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115548108455082531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115548108455082531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/08/ai-que-calor-esse-inverno-do-rio-t-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115462576964640301</id><published>2006-08-03T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:22:49.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Principe Caio quase chegando !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui fazer o ultimo exame de US do Caio ( assim espero ... ) Segundo o medico está tudo ótimo, placenta, liquido, batimentos, etc, etc, etc. Pelas medições dele o pequerrucho está com 2800g e 44cm de pura agitação.&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguimos nem uma mísera fotinha do perfil, a cabecinha estava bem baixa e a carinha virada pra dentro, humpffff !!!&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe na proxima semana ele resolve dar as caras ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC01789.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC01789.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto da pança de 10 dias atras, quando estava com 35 semanas e alguns dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115462576964640301?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115462576964640301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115462576964640301' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115462576964640301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115462576964640301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/08/principe-caio-quase-chegando-hoje-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115456841815581934</id><published>2006-08-02T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:32:24.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC00419.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/320/DSC00419.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC00419.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Festa Junina do Principe João &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sábado foi a festa junina (ou melhor Julhina) da escolinha do João.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como sempre a turma dele deu o show !!! Cantaram, dançaram direitinho e bagunçaram muito até deixar os pais doidos !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O principe adora essas festinhas, se diverte muito, vale a pena ir !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC00419.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7936/3460/1600/DSC00419.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115456841815581934?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115456841815581934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115456841815581934' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115456841815581934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115456841815581934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/08/festa-junina-do-principe-joo-sbado-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31765519.post-115456789684358406</id><published>2006-08-02T22:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:18:16.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;28  de Julho - Ultimo dia !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este foi o último dia de trabalho de 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É o inicio de uma nova fase, dedicação total aos príncipes, casa e familia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho certeza que será um período muito gratificante, vou conseguir me dedicar a coisas que gostaria de fazer, mas que na correria do dia-a-dia nunca consigo, deixando tudo mal-feito, casa, trabalho, familia, filho e marido além do tempo pra mim, que é mínimo !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde que comecei a trabalhar nunca passei por um momento em que estivesse totalmente sem trabalho, foi de um emprego a outro. Até quando João nasceu, saí de licença maternidade com data marcada pra volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora é diferente, saio de licença mas na verdade estou mesmo me desligando do trabalho sem data pra voltar, sem perspectivas, mas ao mesmo tempo com muitas possibilidades. Muita coisa pode mudar, principalmente em mim, até o final do ano, que é quando preciso decidir que caminho vou seguir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas até lá, o barco está a deriva e nunca imaginei que pudesse estar tão feliz assim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31765519-115456789684358406?l=joaoecaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/feeds/115456789684358406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31765519&amp;postID=115456789684358406' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115456789684358406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31765519/posts/default/115456789684358406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joaoecaio.blogspot.com/2006/08/28-de-julho-ultimo-dia-este-foi-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Alessandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800390430543524615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
