<?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-2499952323625551263</id><updated>2012-02-02T17:15:23.795-02:00</updated><category term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><category term='Textos educativos pais e filhos'/><title type='text'>Fui escolhida!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5622504311581210274</id><published>2011-08-09T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:24:16.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-me quer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Para quem não sabe, nasci em 04/03/1977, isto é, sou do signo de peixes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E como toda a pisciana, além de sonhadora e meio fora da realidade, sou emotiva e carente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porém, Laura veio sanar esta carência, pois diariamente escuto pérolas que alegram o meu espírito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mãe, você sabia que eu te amo mais do que ninguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mãe, você é tão cheirosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-Mãe, você é a mãe mais linda do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-Mãe, como você sabe tanta coisa né mãe, você é tão inteligente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vejam bem, ter uma filha como a Laura é ter pílulas milagrosas de auto-estima e isso, nem meu mastercard paga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aliás, vocês não concordam que eu tenho uma boneca em casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse final de semana meu tio Alceu morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Levei a Laura no velório, tirando a pergunta "mãe, quem é o aniversariante?" pensei que tudo estava sob controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu tio foi enterrado ao lado do meu pai. Assim, na hora do enterro, aproveitei a situação e mostrei para ela onde o vô Gigie estava enterrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu: Laura, seu vô Gigie, papai da mamãe,&amp;nbsp;está enterrado aí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura: Aí, mamãe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu: Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi quando eu pensei em lhe explicar de forma mais espiritualizada, no sentido de que só a matéria estava ali, pois o espírito/alma não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então eu completei: Sim, mas só o corpo dele está enterrado aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi quando ela arregalou os olhos,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;muito assustada e exclamou bem alto:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Meu Deus, só o corpo? Aonde está a cabeça??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Ri muito na pior hora, que i&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;nconveniente . &lt;/span&gt;KKKK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-3587510954660118867?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3587510954660118867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=3587510954660118867' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3587510954660118867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3587510954660118867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2011/07/esse-final-de-semana-meu-tio-alceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-1804583087109148782</id><published>2011-04-18T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:00:03.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim, domesticada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laura foi domesticada! Nunca pensei que conseguiria dizer isso, mas enfim, está educada, sabe negociar suas vontades, sabe obedecer e esperar sua vez...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usa com&amp;nbsp;freqüência as palavras:&amp;nbsp;por favor, obrigada, com licença!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Porém, jamais pensei que eu conseguiria dizer que, às vezes, sinto saudades da minha F5 pequena e obstinada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-1804583087109148782?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1804583087109148782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1804583087109148782' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1804583087109148782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1804583087109148782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2011/04/enfim-domesticada.html' title='Enfim, domesticada!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5600477078968686693</id><published>2011-02-17T20:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:59:51.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #666666; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ah, estou cansada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje, eu acordei com sono;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje, paguei caro pelo meu almoço e jantei demais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje, escutei o que eu não queria e pior, não respondi o que eu queria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;OBS: Alguém já assistiu "A fuga das galinhas"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yes, a Laura merece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-4506301342937684602?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4506301342937684602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4506301342937684602' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4506301342937684602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4506301342937684602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes-laura-merece.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhCLugRZnko/TV2lhT_FwgI/AAAAAAAAALg/J4Yneel6pQ8/s72-c/SAM_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-2123772570625483004</id><published>2011-02-10T20:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:12:19.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hello peoples da minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Laura está fazendo aula de Inglês e adora! Adora muito mais as aulas de inglês do que as de musicalização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem, ela chegou toda empolgada, querendo me mostrar o que tinha aprendido e pelo menos, pude mostrar à ela meu vocabulário básico do tipo "the book this on the table" hahahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Inglês sempre foi minha perdição, literalmente. Recentemente, digo, semana passada, uma grande multinacional me ligou para participar de uma seleção para um cargo de chefia na área de relações trabalhistas. Mas inglês era fundamental....miou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em contrapartida e mudando a linha de raciocínio, a Laura vem, constantemente, me pedindo um cavalo de presente! Alguém tem um cavalo pra me emprestar? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(prometo que devolvo na segunda-feira hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Só pra ela dar umas voltinhas, porque, sinceramente, assim como a maioria dos brinquedos dela, aposto que o bichano é "fogo de palha"!&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/2499952323625551263-2123772570625483004?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2123772570625483004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=2123772570625483004' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2123772570625483004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2123772570625483004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-29709424382350695</id><published>2010-12-24T00:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:07:54.291-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim, Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Adoro Natal, adoro torrar o décimo terceiro salário, adoro peru e&amp;nbsp;salpicão de Natal e, principalmente, adoro as férias forenses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, entrei em férias, amanhã é dia de festa e a Laura ganhará uma nova (e maior) bicicleta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou cansada, confesso que acabou meu gás e tô p da vida porque, mesmo de férias, hoje eu acordei às 07h00m da manhã... humpf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TRQALkv3IoI/AAAAAAAAALI/sSOPCf8qvXw/s1600/SAM_0308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Laura perdeu seu tênis preferido. Conclui que a perda era definitiva, pois pensei que ela havia esquecido o par dentro do carrinho de um supermercado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Óbvio, comprei outro igualzinho! No entanto, no&amp;nbsp;mesmo dia, encontrei o par de tênis perdido na lavanderia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Laura, com dois pares de tênis idênticos, perguntou se poderia dar um para sua amiga Sofia. Eu lhe respondi que não, pois o par mais velho ela usaria no dia-a-dia e o novo, apenas para passeios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Foi então que aconteceu o diálogo a seguir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Laura: Mãe, a Sofia é a sua amiga ou minha amiga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Eu: Sua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Laura: Mãe, o tênis é meu ou é seu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Eu: Seu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Laura:&amp;nbsp; Então porque você não cuida da sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Eu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(muda....)&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/2499952323625551263-982274279977895190?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/982274279977895190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/982274279977895190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/11/laura-perdeu-seu-tenis-preferido.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5324959832791436100</id><published>2010-11-23T21:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:32:41.155-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Banner - Trabalho Laura sobre Região Nordeste, confeccionado por minha art personal styleTrícia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Visite: &lt;a href="http://www.fabricacriativa.com.br/"&gt;Fábrica Criativa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TOxNMjt4NfI/AAAAAAAAALE/qpMBJysUwWA/s1600/Fabi+-+Cartaz+da+laurinha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TOxNMjt4NfI/AAAAAAAAALE/qpMBJysUwWA/s320/Fabi+-+Cartaz+da+laurinha2.jpg" width="320" /&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/2499952323625551263-5324959832791436100?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5324959832791436100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5324959832791436100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5324959832791436100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5324959832791436100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/11/banner-trabalho-laura-sobre-regiao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TOxNMjt4NfI/AAAAAAAAALE/qpMBJysUwWA/s72-c/Fabi+-+Cartaz+da+laurinha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6820938053260894311</id><published>2010-11-23T18:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:19:24.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mãe é enlouquecedor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu saio de carro com a Laura, ouvimos&amp;nbsp;o cd do Patati Patatá. Até aí tudo bem, ato plenamente justificável quando se sai com uma criança prestes a completar 04 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que não tem justificativa é eu deixar a Laura no jardim e, num gesto automático,&amp;nbsp;me dirigir ao trabalho escutando Patati Patatá. Confesso que foi constrangedor o olhar de estranheza do motorista que parou seu carro ao lado do meu, no semáfaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Chegar em casa, sair com os braços cheios: Laura,&amp;nbsp;bolsa, sacolinhas, mochila da Laura e tentar abrir a porta de casa incansavelmente &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(e insanamente)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;apertando o botão do alarme do carro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Competir &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(internamente)&lt;/span&gt; com as outras mães no que se refere ao melhor trabalho escolar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Preciso dizer quem faz as tarefas da Laura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Olha aí ... o último trabalho dela foi sobre o Maranhão &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(região Nordeste)&lt;/span&gt; e a Laura levou para o jardim o quê? Um banner &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(confeccionado pela minha amiga Trícia)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-6820938053260894311?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6820938053260894311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6820938053260894311' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6820938053260894311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6820938053260894311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/11/ser-mae-e-enlouquecedor.html' title='Ser mãe é enlouquecedor'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6661300242898411133</id><published>2010-11-08T23:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:08:13.714-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretensionismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ana Paula é uma grande amiga minha e não por acaso, sua filha Sofia é grande amiga da minha filha Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem, Ana Paula prometeu nos visitar ao anoitecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante a tarde, Laura exclamou diversas vezes que Ana Paula estava demorando. Assim, expliquei diversas vezes (em vão) que ela só viria quando o sol se posse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A noite, ainda esperando, Laura corre para a janela, une as mãos e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"Jesus, faça que Ana Paula chegue logo, amém!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Achei a atitude da Laura linda de morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cinco minutos depois,&amp;nbsp; ainda esperando, Laura corre para a janela, une as mãos e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"Jesus, faça com que Ana Paula chegue logo, senão, não serei mais sua amiga, humpfff!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Achei a atitude da Laura pretensiosa, considerado que ela estava conversando com Ele, divino, presente e unipotente. Mesmo assim, considerei este pequeno gesto, lindo de morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;OBS: Ana Paula nos deu um cano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapidinhas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Peço desculpas aos meus seguidores pelo blog andar desatualizado. Mudei de emprego, de rotina, ainda estou me adaptando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Minha bolsa é uma caos. Nela, além da carteira, celular, batom, chaves, remédios, carrego lenços de tudo que é tipo, desde os singelos lenços umedecidos vendidos nos supermercados para bebês à lenços removedores de esmalte e de maquiagem para olhos e faces. Então, hoje no trabalho, sentindo minha pele oleosa, saquei um lencinho e passei suavemente no rosto. Ao sentir a pele "esquisita", olhei para a embalagem e percebi que passei removedor de esmalte no rosto KKKKKK. Fiz "fabianice" como diria o maridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas fica aí a dica dos lenços, são ótimos, desde que usados na área correta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TNigAUDUP0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/HhiOl4obkcQ/s1600/pic_oceane_femme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TNigAUDUP0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/HhiOl4obkcQ/s320/pic_oceane_femme.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TNigIcBITdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fxOfgzXyGlo/s1600/unhas1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TNigIcBITdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fxOfgzXyGlo/s320/unhas1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;3) Estou feliz da vida, comprei um BlackBerry!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Impressionante como esse pequeno aparelho tem tudo: tv, câmera, internet. Adorei meu tamagotchi* novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Morro de vergonha de mim mesma ao me lembrar que há uns três anos atrás gastei dinheiro inutilmente comprando um &lt;em&gt;palm top&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Estou feliz da vida duplamente, comprei uma nova câmera digital, Agora poderei alimentar este blog com novas fotos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*O tamagotchi (em japonês: たまごっち, tamagocchi?) é um brinquedo em que se cria um animal de estimação virtual. O tamagotchi foi lançado pela Banda em 1996 no Japão.A motivação do brinquedo consiste em cuidar do animalzinho virtual como se fosse real, dando-lhe carinho virtual, comida virtual, banho virtual, cuidados virtuais etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TNiig2292QI/AAAAAAAAAK0/A0GrBiidMtg/s1600/tamagotchi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TNiig2292QI/AAAAAAAAAK0/A0GrBiidMtg/s320/tamagotchi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-6661300242898411133?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6661300242898411133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6661300242898411133' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6661300242898411133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6661300242898411133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretensionismo.html' title='Pretensionismo'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/TNigAUDUP0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/HhiOl4obkcQ/s72-c/pic_oceane_femme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5093331033703071780</id><published>2010-08-23T16:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:25:16.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vozes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em primeiro lugar, gostaria de dizer que eu não estou mais em crise. Com exceção da financeira, mas buscando pela memória, percebi que estou em crise desde os 08 anos de idade, quando recebi minha primeira mesada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, eu estava acordada esta madrugada orando pela Laura! Quem leu o &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; anterior, sabe que pretendo exercitar mais este hábito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De repente, no meio das minhas orações ela acorda, vem para minha cama e me diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mãe, eu escutei a voz do Chapeuzinho Vermelho! A chapeuzinho vermelho veio falar comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, eu perguntei quando que a chapeuzinho veio falar com ela, e ela me respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Agora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Jesus, Maria, José, deu um frio na espinha! Já vi e já ouvi falar de muitos tipos de espíritos, mas de espírito vestido de chapeuzinho vermelho, nunca! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5093331033703071780?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5093331033703071780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5093331033703071780' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5093331033703071780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5093331033703071780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/08/vozes.html' title='vozes!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-3434500357897186017</id><published>2010-08-18T14:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:46:27.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Em primeiro lugar, gostaria de declarar que estou em &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;crise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Crise financeira, crise existencial, crise conjugal! Nunca duvide dos devaneios de uma mulher em crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Para quem conhece a música que vou citar agora, por favor, volte a ler a palavra CRISE com a seguinte música do cantor Luis Miguel de fundo: "Usted es la culpable de todas mis angustias, y todos mis quebrantos" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;De outra banda, gostaria de dizer quer ando devorando livros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Neste momento, estou lendo &lt;u&gt;dois&lt;/u&gt;: “&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Comer, rezar, amar&lt;/span&gt;” e “&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Todo filho precisa de uma mãe que ora&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O primeiro livro é ótimo. Trata de uma escritora que deixa para trás casamento, emprego e dinheiro para viajar para Itália, India e Indonésia em busca de prazer, reflexão e Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A autora ELIZABETH, protagonista da história é dramática, engraçada e fala muito, fala muito sobre todas as suas impressões vividas durante sua viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Enfim, ela me irrita. Precisa falar tanto? Ela parece comigo aos 20 anos, uma louca pensante, pronta a explicar (explicar ou impor?) ao mundo minha forma livre de pensar e viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Já o segundo livro “Todo filho precisa de uma mãe que ora” também é maravilhoso. Fala do poder da oração ( e do poder da MINHA oração sobre minha filha), do poder da fé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Esse livro veio a calhar. Não tenho rezado (ou orado) muito. E quando sim, minhas orações se perdem entre múltiplos pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas vou me esforçar, esforçar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Li que, (isto é um trecho bíblico, mas não sei a fonte, sou péssima para essas coisas) uma vez aceito Deus, você passa a pertencê-lo e mesmo que a gente esteja distante, Ele nunca perde a gente de vista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Neste momento, bem que eu queria fazer duas coisas (já digo de antemão que desisti de ganhar na mega sena): Eu queria&amp;nbsp;uma receita para comprar fluoxetina e rezar um pouco mais, pela minha filha, pela minha família (irmãzinha querida, mãezinha fofa), meus amigos e vizinhos, por toda a sociedade enfim. Rezar, rezar, rezar. Ou quem sabe, me remeter ao título do primeiro livro COMER, REZAR, AMAR é ótimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Falando em comer, ando comendo muito ultimamente, mais uma razão de entrar em crise e desejar uma receita de fluoxetina!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bem, amados leitores, peoples da minha vida, rezem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-3434500357897186017?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3434500357897186017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=3434500357897186017' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3434500357897186017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3434500357897186017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-primeiro-lugar-gostaria-de-declarar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7374241536617353508</id><published>2010-07-30T10:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:02:33.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem mais jovem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu acabara de tomar um longo e delicioso banho quente. Desligo a água, abro a porta do box e percebo que esqueci de levar a toalha para o banheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E agora, quem poderá me salvar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dou um longo e sonoro berro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-Lauraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura vem sorridente e com uma prontidão que só se tem aos 03 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que ela pegue minha toalha e ela me diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mãe, não quer usar a minha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu respondo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- Não filha, pegue a minha mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mas mãe, minha toalha da Barbie é&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; jovem&lt;/span&gt;, você ficará muito &lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;jovem&lt;/span&gt; usando ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, resignada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tá bom filha, me passa sua toalha mágica rejuvenescedora!&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/2499952323625551263-7374241536617353508?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7374241536617353508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7374241536617353508' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7374241536617353508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7374241536617353508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/07/bem-mais-jovem.html' title='Bem mais jovem!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8761438295305015231</id><published>2010-07-15T20:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:39:11.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MORTE E REENCARNAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Laura nasceu, eu morri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim como na teoria espírita, demorei para perceber que havia morrido. Tudo estava igual, mas tão diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A Fabiana que morreu, andava de terninhos e tinha tempo para fazer escova nos cabelos. Assistia novelas e tinha tempo para alguns afazeres. Aquela Fabiana também era egoísta, egocêntrica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A reencarnação foi difícil, mas aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A nova Fabiana não acha clichê a frase: "As crianças são o futuro da nação." e realmente entendeu a importância de uma infância segura e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sou o que era antes, nunca mais serei. Em compensação, tenho certeza que nunca mais abordarei uma mãe no restaurante solicitando que ela fizesse o filho calar&amp;nbsp;a boca, porque afinal, eu merecia um momento de paz! (que vergonha Fabiana, que vergonha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Saibam, acabei de passar uns 15 minutos esfregando o carpet por causa dos malditos carimbos das princesas do mar.(Quem foi o infeliz que teve a terrível idéia de&amp;nbsp;fazer carimbos para crianças? E as paredes, as roupas, o chão???)&amp;nbsp;Passei mais uns 03 minutos catando as conchas de praia infernais que resolvemos colecionar. E no meio desse frio medonho, escutei intermináveis minutos de choro, porque a Laura resolveu lamber o aquecedor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nesse momento, o som do desenho Backyardigans não sai do meu ouvido, maldita sky, maldito discovery kids. Olho pro lado, e vejo a Laura detruindo&amp;nbsp;seu baú de brinquedos, procurando sei lá o que... talvez uma merda de um brinquedo do Mc Lanche Feliz que ela tanto ama.... tô me preparando psicologicamente para chamar a atenção dela, escutar mais um interminável choro, dar uma mamadeira à ela, e vê-la dormir, como uma fada, uma princesa, um anjo que é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Saibam, apesar disso tudo, eu sou feliz!&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/2499952323625551263-8761438295305015231?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8761438295305015231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8761438295305015231' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8761438295305015231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8761438295305015231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/07/morte-e-reencarnacao.html' title='MORTE E REENCARNAÇÃO'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-1566112090656579230</id><published>2010-07-05T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:14:06.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PEQUENAS DIVERSÕES ENTRE MÃE E FILHA:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje eu e minha amiga Trícia estávamos conversando no MSN sobre o que fazer com as crianças em período de férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dei algumas dicas para ela, mas espero dicas de todos os leitores aqui, visto que eu entrarei em férias do escritório dia 16.07.2010 e quero aproveitar o tempo em momento agradáveis com a Laura, afinal, esse vínculo que estamos formando uma com a outra não tem preço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, segue o que a Fabiana mãe gosta de fazer com a Laurinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Assistir desenho infantil: Adoro! Sou mais criança do que ela e amo os clássicos da Walt Disney. No entanto, conheço todos os desenhos da Discovery Kids. Para quem não tem t.v a cabo, a TV Cultura tem uma excelente programação para as crianças com ótimos desenhos educativos e politicamente corretos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Culinária: Laura Adora cozinhar. Assim, quando preparo algum prato, sempre separo uma tábua com tomate, pimentão para ela picar para mim! Lógico, o uso das verduras picadas pela Laura é obrigatório sob pena de eu não mostrar como a ajuda dela é importante para mim. É verdade, que os cortes das verduras não ficam pequenos ou simétricos, muito pelo contrário. Mas garanto, é uma delícia. Bolos de caixinha também são os prediletos da Laura, a deixo quebrar os ovos, misturar o leite, bater a massa (até o quanto ela consegue, termino a tarefa depois) e colocar a massa na travessa. Laura sempre se encanta com o bolo fofinho que fez. No entanto, é fundamental segurança na cozinha, nada de facas com ponta na mão das crianças, vidros e panelas quentes na beira do fogão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Desenhar. Depois que a Laura nasceu, eu me tornei uma artista. Ela se encanta com a perfeição dos meus desenhos, já que ainda está aprendendo os traçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Parques gratuitos em praças e associações: levo ela com freqüência, umas duas vezes por mês. É bom, diverte, cansa a criança e é de graça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;• Andar de bicicleta. Taí uma coisa que não sou muito fã, levar a Laura para andar de bicicleta. Laura anda no quintal quase todos os dias pela manhã. Mas como nem tudo na vida são flores, uma vez ao mês, coloco a bicicleta dela dentro do carro e a levo em lugares asfaltados e amplos, para que ela possa pedalar com liberdade. Ando pensando em comprar uma bicicleta pra mim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E vocês, mamães de primeira, segunda ou terceira viagem... alguma dica para passar o tempo com as crianças? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;RAPIDINHAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1) Sempre gostei de doar sangue. O motivo é simples, cada vez que vou doar, vou pensando em fazer bem ao próximo, mas saio do hemocentro com a sensação de que fiz bem a mim mesma. Como é bom se sentir útil, como é bom fazer o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Infelizmente, na semana passada, minha doação foi recusada. O motivo: anemia detectada no teste do dedo e como eu ainda estou em emagrecimento, a enfermeira pediu que eu retornasse outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2) Carro roubado, me recuperei do baque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3) Demitida da faculdade que leciono, ainda me recuperando do baque. Sempre fui empenhada e meus alunos sempre gostaram de mim. Ainda não entendi minha demissão, talvez nunca irei entender. O engraçado é que há muito tempo desejo parar de lecionar um pouco e me dedicar somente à advocacia e à mim. Eu não saia que lecionar era tão importante para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4) Hoje me matriculo na academia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5) Laura passou uns dias na caso dos avós. Nunca mais passo tantos dias longe da minha filha, é ruim, dá saudades, é desesperador. Sou uma mãe coruja, quer dizer, galinha, quero minha pintinha bem protegida, debaixo da minha asa hahahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&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/2499952323625551263-1566112090656579230?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1566112090656579230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1566112090656579230' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1566112090656579230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1566112090656579230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/07/pequenas-diversoes-entre-mae-e-filha.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6612791982065780280</id><published>2010-06-16T14:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:51:45.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me poupe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura ganhou um pequeno &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;banquinho&lt;/span&gt;, que fica no banheiro. Ela o utiliza para acender a luz e alcançar a pia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia desses, ao ir no banheiro e me deparar com o referido banco no meio do caminho, reclamei com ela, eu disse que o &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;banquinho&lt;/span&gt; deveria estar sempre guardado, que é feio deixar as coisas jogadas pelo caminho, que a vovó poderia tropeçar no &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;banquinho&lt;/span&gt; e cair e muito &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;blablablá&lt;/span&gt; de mãe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura parou, olhou muito séria para mim e me respondeu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- "Ah mãe, me poupe!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calei-me estarrecida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-6612791982065780280?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6612791982065780280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6612791982065780280' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6612791982065780280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6612791982065780280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-poupe.html' title='Me poupe!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8437502837992922759</id><published>2010-06-14T09:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:08:48.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem quer ser Gisele Bundchen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje falarei de 04 histórias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Gorete quer ser Gisele;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Fabiana quer ser Gisele;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Milton quer ser Marisa;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Laura quer ser menino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;PRIMEIRA HISTÓRIA: GORETE QUER SER GISELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acompanhei aos domingos o programa Pânico na t.v a história de "Gorete quer ser Gisele".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gorete era conhecida como Paula Veludo. Uma mulher podre de feia, desdentada, cabelo esgruvinhado loiro cor de "puta pobre" (cor de puta pobre é o cabelo loiro com raízes pretas, que começa a desbotar e ficar meio laranja, sabem?). Realmente, uma mulher muito feia. Tão feia, que o programa, testando sua feiúra a colocou a pedir ajuda para trocar o pneu e passado mais de 15 minutos e nada. Ninguém sequer olhava para o rosto dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, ela escreveu para a Sabrina Sato pedindo para ficar bonita, abrindo mão da sua personagem Paula Veludo. O programa ofereceu à Gorete, tratamento dentário, peeling e botox e um banho de salão. Sequer foi necessário plásticas e ela ficou linda. Tão linda que até me emocionei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não existe mulher feia (com exceção de Zilú e Regina Cazé) mas apenas mal cuidada. Me emocionei com a realização pessoal da Gorete, afinal, todas as pessoas merecem ser reconhecidas pelo o que realmente são. O conteúdo importa mais do que o embrulho e o fato de ser ignorada, mal vista ou julgada pelo cabelo mal tratado, pelas manchas na pele... dói!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Parabéns Gorete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SEGUNDA HISTÓRIA: FABIANA QUER SER GISELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois que a Laura nasceu, eu embaranguei. Se durante a gravidez eu engordei apenas 8 quilos, depois dela, engordei dezenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os fatores, hoje enumero com facilidade, além do hipotireoidismo que está controlado, tive depressão, estresse, ansiedade e culpa. Culpa por trabalhar tanto e me dedicar tão pouco para minha filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passado três anos do nascimento da laura, com a rotina estabilizada eu estava infeliz comigo. Cabelo horrível, pele horrível, sem roupas que me servissem. Roupas decentes, digo. Isto porque não existem roupas para pessoas obesas que não seja túnicas floridas, com estampas de "vó", igual àquelas capinhas de butijão de gás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me submeti a cirurgia bariátrica, alisei meus cabelos, comprei roupas melhores e estou em achando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, ok, ainda estou longe do padrão de beleza imposto pela sociedade, mas em relação á isso, nunca me importei. Tô me achando bonita e é o que há! Na ruas, as pessoas me olham e fico feliz com isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mês que vem entro na academia e se der, ainda faço um peeling :) Afinal, Fabiana também quer ser Gisele!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TERCEIRA HISTÓRIA: MILTON QUER SER MARISA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No meu trabalho eu vejo cada uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como atuo na área trabalhista, todos os dias surgem perguntas inusitadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a que mais me chamou a atenção foi do RH de determinada empresa, pois o funcionário Milton quer ser chamado de Marisa e usar o banheiro feminino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Impasse feito. No banheiro feminino, as senhoras não aceitam o Milton, quer dizer, Marisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No banheiro masculino, os homens não querem a presença de Marisa, quer dizer, Milton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A empresa só tem três tipos de banheiro: masculino, feminino e de deficientes físicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Milton, quer dizer, Marisa, anda irritado(a) e já avisou que conhece seus direitos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isto é, futura ação trabalhista a vista. Este ser de gênero masculino provavelmente vai alegar discriminação ou preconceito, que de fato, não existe dentro da empresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, Milton quer ser Marisa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUARTA HISTÓRIA: LAURA QUER SER MENINO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não sou preconceituosa, juro que não. Por mim, o Milton pode ser Marisa, o Dicésar Dragqueen, o Zéca Camargo, menina....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas é irritante, a criança que esperei por 09 meses com enxoval rosa e bonecas te pedir m playmobil de presente. A questão não é o playmobil, que achei super legal e estou inspirada a comprar... É no Mc Donald ela te pedir o batman em vez da coleção do pequeno pôney nos brindes do mc lanche feliz.&amp;nbsp; É ela querer frequentar o banheiro masculino, usar camiseta da Hot Wells e querer que o tema da próxima festa seja do Homem Aranha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Laura quer ser menino, mas tenho certeza que é fase... é fase....&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-8437502837992922759?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8437502837992922759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8437502837992922759' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8437502837992922759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8437502837992922759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/06/quem-quer-ser-gisele-bundchen.html' title='Quem quer ser Gisele Bundchen?'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5544370848767180061</id><published>2010-05-31T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:09:44.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Você tem certeza, mamãe?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lá estava eu e a Laura no banco de trás do carro, enquanto o Émerson dirigia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura tinha aberto uma caixinha de água de côco, que tanta ama tomar, desde bebê. Ao provar, fez uma careta e me disse: "&lt;em&gt;Mãe, essa água de côco está velha&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Provei e a água de côco estava ótima. Falei para ela continuar tomando, e que este gosto diferente era porque ela acabara de chupar uma bala doce, que alterou seu paladar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi quando ela olhou para mim e perguntou: &amp;nbsp;"VOCÊ TEM CERTEZA MAMÃE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Paralisei e disse que sim, que eu tinha certeza. Então, ela tomou a água...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É engraçado que aos poucos, nossas palavras deixarão de ser verdades absolutas para nossos filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, pequenos ensinamentos como&amp;nbsp;"&lt;em&gt;comida quente pode queimar a boca"&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;"se você continuar pulando desse modo em cima da cama, pode cair"&lt;/em&gt; já foram testados pela Laura e eu sempre tive razão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Neste sentido, sempre fui sua órbita, seu mundo. Mas, em alguma situação, que eu não tenha percebido, Laura percebeu. Percebeu que sou humana, que tenho dúvidas, que erro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E agora, esse pingo de gente já me questiona se eu tenho certeza, pasmem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo sem dons paranormais ou bola de cristal, prevejo os embates da adolescência, afinal, Laura sempre foi tão independente e não gosta de receber ajuda... provavelmente no auge da sua juventude se sentirá unipotente, tô vendo tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hunpf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5544370848767180061?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5544370848767180061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5544370848767180061' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5544370848767180061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5544370848767180061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-tem-certeza-mamae.html' title='&quot;Você tem certeza, mamãe?&quot;'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-3013118017443277780</id><published>2010-05-27T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:35:01.292-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O uso de aparelhos celulares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda me lembro que as pessoas começaram a usar o aparelho celular no início da década de 90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O aparelho era sinônimo de status, quanto maior e mais aparente melhor. Alguns homens costumavam usar na cintura e ao sentar na mesa de um bar ou boate, colocavam o aparelho em cima da mesa, ostentado dinheiro e poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinceramente, nunca fui com a cara desse aparelho objeto de desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda me lembro que em 1999, houve o primeiro lançamento do celular pré-pago. Chamava-se "PRONTO" e as ligações eram mais baratas. Comprei um, para ligações locais e mantive meu número de telefone celular pós-pago, número este que mantenho há uns 15 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A partir daí, as empresas de telefonia tiveram um "bum" e o telefone celular se propagou igual praga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Continuo não indo com a cara destes telefones, objeto de desejo para alguns, fonte de repugnância para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ocorre que as pessoas não sabem usar os aparelhos celulares. Atendem ligações em consultas médicas, palestras, salas de aula ou seja, perderam a noção do que é certo e errado, o que é ético e o que não é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Odeio distribuir meu número de celular para qualquer um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Simples, quem quiser falar comigo, ligue para o escritório ou para minha casa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu telefone celular serve para me atender, estar disponível para as minhas necessidades e não para as necessidades dos outros. Em tempo, nem morta da silva, dou meu número de celular para cliente, nem que este seja "very importante people" (VIP). Quer falar comigo e não me encontra? Liga para minha secretária que faz o contato comigo e eu retorno a ligação, simples assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Antigamente não existia celular e ninguém morria por causa disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Odeio ligações enquanto dirijo, enquanto me alimento, enquanto estou assistindo tv, estas ligações são sempre inoportunas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso, meu número quem tem é minha mãe, meu marido, meus irmãos e poucos amigos queridos, cujas ligações serão sempre bem vindas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-3013118017443277780?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3013118017443277780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=3013118017443277780' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3013118017443277780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3013118017443277780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-uso-de-aparelhos-celulares.html' title='O uso de aparelhos celulares'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7553165178590304177</id><published>2010-05-26T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:28:59.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê minha bebê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta semana, estava na Justiça do Trabalho e um serventuário perguntou: "Como vai sua bebê?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Respondi sem pestanejar: "Deixando de ser bebê."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, Laura saiu da minha barriga! Ainda lembro dos primeiros ultrasons, com poucos centímetros. Nasceu pequena, com 45 cm e cresceu, cresceu, cresceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora conta com quase um metro de altura e 20 quilos. Se expressa com naturalidade e pasmem, tem vontade própria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ando pensando em deixá-la uns dias na casa da minha sogra que mora há 300 km daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que elas merecem este convívio. Conversei com a Laura sobre o assunto e ela adorou a idéia de ir sem mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh céus! Se ela for, ela aguenta? Eu aguento? Como vou preecher meu tempo? E se ela não dormir a noite, sentindo minha ausência? E se ela não sentir minha ausência?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que toda mãe se sente insubstituível, não tem jeito. Acho que toda mãe se sente a rainha da cocada preta, do tipo "ninguém cuida melhor da minha filha do que eu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem que eu tento ser ponderada, vejam, tô até liberando a Laura para alçar vôo (mesmo que curto) longe de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-7553165178590304177?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7553165178590304177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7553165178590304177' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7553165178590304177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7553165178590304177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/cade-minha-bebe.html' title='Cadê minha bebê?'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-2045261372481015634</id><published>2010-05-20T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:48:41.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RAPIDINHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas preces foram atendidas. Sempre desejei que a Laura, no final do dia, me contasse o que fez durante a manhã, e sobre suas atividades no jardim. Ontem, pela primeira vez, fui pegá-la na casa da minha amiga (mãe da Sofia) que cuidou dela enquanto eu dava aulas e a Laura me contou sobre suas atividades, que fizeram um bolo no jardim, que ela mexeu o bolo e o bolo cresceu, que ocorreu uma acidente e um ovo quebrou etc. Fiquei feliz, diálogo entre mãe e filha é tudo de bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje foi o primeiro passeio dela no jardim. Saíram às 13h30m para a Estrada Bonita (turismo rural) de ônibus com as professoras. Fiquei com receio de deixá-la ir, mas lembro desses passeios na minha época e era tudo de bom. Não posso furtá-la dessa experiência. Detalhe: perguntei para a Laura se eu podia ir junto e ela disse: "Mãe, não é para as mães irem juntos, o passeio é para as crianças da escola"! Humpf, me excluindo desde já, essa danadinha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O inverno está chegando, comprei camisetas de manga longa e novas jaquetas. Mas ela precisa de cobertor. Vou comprar um cobertor infantil da Jolitex, bem grosso, bem peludo, porém anti-alérgico, anti-ácaros e anti-fungos. Triste é desembolsar mais R$ 150,00...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ligaram da agência "Novos Tempos" querendo agenciar a Laura... será que entro nessa de novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é novidade pra ninguém que dou aula a noite, então Laura depois do jardim vai para a casa de amigas (geralmente da Sofia) e&amp;nbsp;a noite e pego ela quando retorno do trabalho. A questão é que a bichinha anda "rueira", mal acostumada, quase uma sem-teto KKK Hoje ela vai para a casa do João e da Maria (gêmeos) filhos da Aline!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-2045261372481015634?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2045261372481015634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=2045261372481015634' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2045261372481015634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2045261372481015634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/rapidinhas.html' title='RAPIDINHAS'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4993473954006568245</id><published>2010-05-19T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:35:59.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa boa atrai coisa boa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No dia que me descobri grávida,ainda aterrorizada,&amp;nbsp;apenas uma palavra saiu da minha boca e foi: "fodeu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Após respirar fundo e equilibrar meus pensamentos pensei, que a gravidez poderia me reservar coisas boas, afinal, ter a responsabilidade de carregar uma vida dentro da barriga durante 09 meses e depois se sentir responsável por ela durante toda uma existência não é para qualquer um. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Definitivamente,&amp;nbsp;não é mesmo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mãe é bicho!Carrega o filhote nas entranhas, verte leite para amamentar o rebento e ama ...&amp;nbsp; Ama como se esse amor não coubesse em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre tive certeza que a Laura me reservaria coisas boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coisas boas: Redescobrir as coisas boas da vida, rir com uma risada de criança, modelar massinha com as mãos, orgulho, felicidade, prazer, novos círculos de amizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em decorrência do seu nascimento fiz amizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas virtuais, pela comunidade mamães e bebês de janeiro e fevereiro de 2007. Também virei amiga das mães das amigas da Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E estas amizades me fazem muito bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S_SRVU0z5WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LCuOM_uzxAU/s1600/DSC01632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S_SRVU0z5WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LCuOM_uzxAU/s320/DSC01632.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coisa boa atrai coisa boa, já diz a sabedoria popular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-4993473954006568245?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4993473954006568245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4993473954006568245' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4993473954006568245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4993473954006568245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/coisa-boa-atrai-coisa-boa.html' title='Coisa boa atrai coisa boa...'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S_SRVU0z5WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LCuOM_uzxAU/s72-c/DSC01632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-2704240127842639393</id><published>2010-05-19T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:21:05.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SdElVWxI-kI/AAAAAAAAAIE/71uC7Vk2IBk/s1600-h/CAMBALHOTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319073683720436290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SdElVWxI-kI/AAAAAAAAAIE/71uC7Vk2IBk/s400/CAMBALHOTA.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;Cambalhota é ver o mundo girar por você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;É esquecer que os pés ficam no chão e a cabeça voltada para o céu, do mesmo jeito que plantar bananeira é fugir do coerente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;Tão incoerente quanto mastigar gelo, melhor seria beber a água! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas, aí, qual seria a graça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;É como amar combinado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;Manter os corações alinhados, o beijo planejado e os planos modelados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;Estranho gostar tanto de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;Cambalhota é ver o sol e os pés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: medium;"&gt;É como mergulhar no chão e reviver, é ser movido e mover...&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/2499952323625551263-2704240127842639393?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2704240127842639393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=2704240127842639393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2704240127842639393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2704240127842639393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/cambalhota-e-ver-o-mundo-girar-por-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SdElVWxI-kI/AAAAAAAAAIE/71uC7Vk2IBk/s72-c/CAMBALHOTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-1606266569548092187</id><published>2010-05-18T17:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:04:46.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que elas cresçam (Affonso Romano de Sant'Anna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há um período em que os pais vão ficando órfãos dos próprios filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É que as crianças crescem. Independentes de nós, como árvores, tagarelas e pássaros estabanados, elas crescem sem pedir licença. Crescem como a inflação, independente do governo e da vontade popular. Entre os estupros dos preços, os disparos dos discursos e o assalto das estações, elas crescem com uma estridência alegre e, às vezes, com alardeada arrogância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não crescem todos os dias, de igual maneira; crescem, de repente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia se assentam perto de você no terraço e dizem uma frase de tal maturidade que você sente que não pode mais trocar as fraldas daquela criatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Onde e como andou crescendo aquela danadinha que você não percebeu? Cadê aquele cheirinho de leite sobre a pele? Cadê a pazinha de brincar na areia, as festinhas de aniversário com palhaços, amiguinhos e o primeiro uniforme do maternal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela está crescendo num ritual de obediência orgânica e desobediência civil. E você está agora ali, na porta da discoteca, esperando que ela não apenas cresça, mas apareça. Ali estão muitos pais, ao volante, esperando que saiam esfuziantes sobre patins, cabelos soltos sobre as ancas. Essas são as nossas filhas, em pleno cio, lindas potrancas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entre hambúrgueres e refrigerantes nas esquinas, lá estão elas, com o uniforme de sua geração: incômodas mochilas da moda nos ombros ou, então com a suéter amarrada na cintura. Está quente, a gente diz que vão estragar a suéter, mas não tem jeito, é o emblema da geração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois ali estamos, depois do primeiro e do segundo casamento, com essa barba de jovem executivo ou intelectual em ascensão, as mães, às vezes, já com a primeira plástica e o casamento recomposto. Essas são as filhas que conseguimos gerar e amar, apesar dos golpes dos ventos, das colheitas, das notícias e da ditadura das horas. E elas crescem meio amestradas, vendo como redigimos nossas teses e nos doutoramos nos nossos erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há um período em que os pais vão ficando órfãos dos próprios filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Longe já vai o momento em que o primeiro mênstruo foi recebido como um impacto de rosas vermelhas. Não mais as colheremos nas portas das discotecas e festas, quando surgiam entre gírias e canções. Passou o tempo do balé, da cultura francesa e inglesa. Saíram do banco de trás e passaram para o volante de suas próprias vidas. Só nos resta dizer “bonne route, bonne route”, como naquela canção francesa narrando a emoção do pai quando a filha oferece o primeiro jantar no apartamento dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deveríamos ter ido mais vezes à cama delas ao anoitecer para ouvir sua alma respirando conversas e confidências entre os lençóis da infância, e os adolescentes cobertores daquele quarto cheio de colagens, posteres e agendas coloridas de pilô. Não, não as levamos suficientemente ao maldito “drive-in”, ao Tablado para ver “Pluft”, não lhes demos suficientes hambúrgueres e cocas, não lhes compramos todos os sorvetes e roupas merecidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Elas cresceram sem que esgotássemos nelas todo o nosso afeto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No princípio subiam a serra ou iam à casa de praia entre embrulhos, comidas, engarrafamentos, natais, páscoas, piscinas e amiguinhas. Sim, havia as brigas dentro do carro, a disputa pela janela, os pedidos de sorvetes e sanduíches infantis. Depois chegou a idade em que subir para a casa de campo com os pais começou a ser um esforço, um sofrimento, pois era impossível deixar a turma aqui na praia e os primeiros namorados. Esse exílio dos pais, esse divórcio dos filhos, vai durar sete anos bíblicos. Agora é hora de os pais na montanha terem a solidão que queriam, mas, de repente, exalarem contagiosa saudade daquelas pestes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O jeito é esperar. Qualquer hora podem nos dar netos. O neto é a hora do carinho ocioso e estocado, não exercido nos próprios filhos e que não pode morrer conosco. Por isso, os avós são tão desmesurados e distribuem tão incontrolável afeição. Os netos são a última oportunidade de reeditar o nosso afeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso, é necessário fazer alguma coisa a mais, antes que elas cresçam.&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/2499952323625551263-1606266569548092187?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1606266569548092187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1606266569548092187' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1606266569548092187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1606266569548092187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/antes-que-elas-crescam-affonso-romano.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6287102606982810338</id><published>2010-05-17T14:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:28:27.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As aparências...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Julgar pela aparência é como olhar um cacto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se percebe a água contida em seu interior, nem a beleza de suas flores."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Infelizmente, vivemos na cultura da aparência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas para ilustrar, vou dar um exemplo: A distância da minha residência ao meu trabalho deve ser de 1,5 km. Esses dias estava pensando em vir trabalhar de bicicleta, pois assim, aliava minha falta de tempo para realizar exercícios à economia de gasolina e pagamento mensal de estacionamento particular no centro da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe o que eu fiz? Desisti. Quem me contrataria ao saber que eu vou trabalhar de bicicleta? Ninguém. Provavelmente as pessoas iriam associar o fato de eu andar de &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: #ffffff;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt; com insucesso &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;profissional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez em Paris, seria chique um advogado ir trabalhar, passeando, pela paisagem parisiense. Mas no Brasil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Resolvi continuar pagando os tanques de gasolina e R$ 120,00 de estacionamento por mês. Isto é só um exemplo simples do julgamento de uma pessoa adulta por outra pessoa adulta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez se as pessoas deixassem de se preocupar tanto com futilidades e julgassem as pessoas por aquilo que elas são, e não por aquilo que representam....&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/2499952323625551263-6287102606982810338?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6287102606982810338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6287102606982810338' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6287102606982810338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6287102606982810338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-aparencias.html' title='As aparências...'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-809819975936000740</id><published>2010-05-14T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:24:40.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-2HLMc2hzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TzcI_JOCqbc/s1600/sorrindo-antigas-mulher_~k1751456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471177748715570994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-2HLMc2hzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TzcI_JOCqbc/s320/sorrindo-antigas-mulher_~k1751456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Estou precisando de um prozac, uma fluoxetina, uma subutramina, sei lá... quero uma pílula de efeito imediato, contra depressão e rugas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Ontem eu estava dando aula de direito tributário, super empolgada! Daí, eu estava falando de um tributo chamado "empréstimo compulsório".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Falei da década de 80, da inflação, contei "causos" explicando o por quê que naquela época as famílias tinham freezer (estoque de carne x inflação). Dei um exemplo de empréstimo compulsório (quando o Collor passou a mão na poupança das pessoas), aproveitei a deixa, falei do impeachment, cidadania e falei sobre a música do Paralamas do Sucesso que foi o marco na época "Luiz Inácio falou, Luiz Inácio avisou, são trezentos picaretas com anel de doutor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;De repente, fui interrompida com a seguinte frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;"Pô professora, dá pra voltar? Você tá falando coisas tudo muito antigo, volta pra nossa época por favor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;É... as pessoas tem que morrer escutando Ricky e Renner mesmo...&lt;br /&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/2499952323625551263-809819975936000740?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/809819975936000740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=809819975936000740' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/809819975936000740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/809819975936000740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-precisando-de-um-prozac-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-2HLMc2hzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TzcI_JOCqbc/s72-c/sorrindo-antigas-mulher_~k1751456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4900158189289010219</id><published>2010-05-12T16:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:41:51.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FAMÍLIA NÃO É UMA EMPRESA OU COMO CATAR COQUINHOS&lt;br /&gt;Fabrício Carpinejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava na mesa-redonda da Bienal do Livro do Rio de Janeiro. Ouvi atentamente a palestra de Içami Tiba, colega de painel, que falou de modo elétrico, seguro e convincente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um orador no estilo de grande auditório, conciliando humor com exemplos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, em algum momento, ele disse: “A família é como uma empresa”.&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo me incomodou profundamente. Aquilo me arrancou a audição.&lt;br /&gt;“É na família que forjamos vencedores. Se os filhos não obedecem, não fazem nada , tem preguiça para qualquer coisa, não ficariam numa empresa, é o mesmo processo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso meu avô Leônida escutasse isso, soltaria um de seus xingamentos prediletos: "Vai catar coquinho e deixar de ser besta". A família não é uma empresa. Nem deve ser. Não vou demitir ninguém em casa. O pai ou a mãe não é o que queremos deles, mas o que eles podem oferecer. Estou de saco cheio de ouvir que uma família deve trazer rentabilidade, organização e competência. A cobrança não fixa um lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha residência, cada um tinha uma tarefa. Mas não era uma empresa, ou uma cooperativa. Não fui promovido. Não esperava cargos de confiança. Os irmãos me continuavam. Quando fui demitido uma vez do serviço, expliquei para minha filha de 4 anos o que havia acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O trabalho não me quis mais.”&lt;br /&gt;Ela respondeu bem calma:&lt;br /&gt;“São bobos, fique calmo, será meu pai sempre.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu dependo de um lugar para falir na minha vida. Deixe-me ao menos a família.&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso perder tudo, menos a família. A família é meu despertencimento, a adoração dos telhados, o avental no gancho da cozinha. Podem subtrair minha memória, mas guardarei o desejo fora de mim. Em minha mulher. A família é o único lugar que continuaremos vivendo sem a expectativa de acertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de um espaço para falir, para errar e se debruçar em nossas fraquezas. Já tenho que ser funcional no emprego, no lazer, nas relações com os outros. E agora a sugestão é que trabalhemos também na família. Isso é exploração infantil, isso é jornada dupla, isso é transformar elos naturais em conexões automáticas.&lt;br /&gt;A família depende de uma única coisa: a intimidade. E intimidade não é emprestada, intimidade é não pedir de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A família é o único lugar que me permite ser verdadeiro. É o único reduto de autenticidade. Não vamos colocar a competição dentro dela. Ou encher os nossos filhos de horários e de obrigações para que não pensem bobagens. Eles carecem das bobagens para escolher seus caminhos. Ser ocupado não nos torna importantes; não nos torna responsáveis. Envelhecer é se desocupar para a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pequeno, não fiz natação, não fiz inglês, não fiz informática, não fiz o raio-que-parta. Eu tinha o tempo livre depois da escola e jogava futebol com os colegas, roubava frutas e brincava na casa dos vizinhos. Voltava para a casa quando a mãe gritava: “tá na mesa!”. A infância é própria para a vadiagem. Quando iremos vadiar de novo? Se a família é uma empresa, um dia os filhos vão pedir demissão, um dia o pai e a mãe vão se aposentar, um dia os tios vão pedir concordata, um dia o genro vai desviar recursos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na família, os laços são eternos e não provisórios como uma empresa. Família não é trabalho, família é experiência. E nunca haverá perdedores na família, mas irmãos e filhos e pais. Eles são a família, não um referencial de realização. Essa exigência de sucesso na família implica em não aceitar os perdedores. O que são os perdedores senão os mais sensíveis à pressão? Por isso, famílias se assustam com os problemas e escondem filhos alcoólatras, drogados e doentes em clínicas. Sofrem com a cobrança pública. Temem a exposição de seus defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Família é ter defeitos, é ter fantasmas, é ter traumas. Frustração é não contar com uma família para se frustrar. Família é compreensão, não um acordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos que alimentar vergonhas de nossas vergonhas. Família é onde tiramos os sapatos e deitamos os casacos. Não promoverei reunião-almoço na minha sala. Não afastarei um parente pela malversaçÃ £o. Não solicitarei a restituição das mesadas. Não exigirei que minha filha escolha Medicina ou Direito pela estabilidade. Não condiciono minha paixão a resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um patrão nunca será um pai. Não procuro disciplinar meus filhos, o amor é a mais suave disciplina. E o abraço é a minha desordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-4900158189289010219?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4900158189289010219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4900158189289010219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4900158189289010219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4900158189289010219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/familia-nao-e-uma-empresa-ou-como-catar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5468888206131481879</id><published>2010-05-10T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:17:26.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só sei de uma coisa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É foda sair pela manhã e a filha estar dormindo, não a ver na hora do almoço, chegar às 22h00m e sua filha já estar dormindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dá uma saudade do que eu não fiz com ela e por ela....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5468888206131481879?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5468888206131481879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5468888206131481879' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5468888206131481879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5468888206131481879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-sei-de-uma-coisa.html' title='Só sei de uma coisa....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5122412406603488631</id><published>2010-05-07T15:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:36:36.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sábado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;1) Pedir para o marido pegar o uniforme da Laura que já ficou pronto, tive a semana inteira pra pegar, mas não consegui. É bom que ele vá, casal moderno divide as tarefas não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;2) Pedir pro marido ir ao mecânico pra ver a bateria do carro. Estou pra fazer isso há um mês e ainda não consegui. É bom que ele vá, afinal, isso é serviço de homem, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;3) Levar a Laura na contação de história que inicia às 10h00m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;4) Antes disso, rezo acordar com boa vontade, porque minha calça legging preta descosturou e eu preciso com todas as minhas forças achar a mulher prendada que habita dentro de mim  e costurar essa merda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;5) Corrigir as provas. Eu devia ter feito isso há umas duas semanas e ainda não consegui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;6) Pintar meu cabelo, afinal, o que será dos meus neurônios já viciados na água oxigenada? Para mim, não tem coisa pior do que cabelo loiro com raiz preta. Coisa de puta pobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;06 tarefas para este sábado e preciso cumprí-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Foco Fabiana, mantenha o foco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5122412406603488631?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5122412406603488631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5122412406603488631' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5122412406603488631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5122412406603488631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabado-1-pedir-para-o-marido-pegar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7579047615375725510</id><published>2010-05-07T13:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:26:50.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi, sou a mãe da Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oi, sou a mãe da Laura"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Assim me apresentei para a mãe de uma amiguinha da Laura na homenagem do dia das mães no jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois então....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lembro nos meus cadernos de adolescência infinitas frases "Fabiana Cubas Bertolotto" ... "Fabiana Cubas Bertolotto" ... "Fabiana Cubas Bertolotto". Talvez um psicólogo analisasse isso como uma forma de auto-afirmação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora, me vejo muitas vezes deixando a Fabiana de lado e incorporando o papel único e exclusivo de mãe. Acho que a grande maioria das mães são assim, simplesmente mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prefiro pensar que eu não esteja passando por um processo de despersonificação, mas sim, de reformulação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A minha maior preocupação nesta sexta-feira, além de terminar um recurso ordinário e protocolá-lo, é sair em tempo para pegar a Laura no jardim, comprar um quebra-cabeça dos Backyardigans solicitado por ela para podermos brincar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Prazer, sou a Fabiana, mãe da Laura!!!!!!!&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/2499952323625551263-7579047615375725510?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7579047615375725510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7579047615375725510' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7579047615375725510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7579047615375725510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/oi-sou-mae-da-laura.html' title='Oi, sou a mãe da Laura'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4827218554335517712</id><published>2010-05-03T14:02:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:16:05.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Almoçar em restaurante à quilo está cada vez mais difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ou eu sirvo meu prato somente com uma mão direita, enquanto eu seguro a F5 com o braço esquerdo; ou tento ao mesmo tempo servir dois pratos, com uma criança (leia-se Laura) agarrada nas minhas pernas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Agora prefiro a la cart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*A la carte é a expressão francesa pra você fazer o pedido usando a lista de opções, um menu ou o cardápio do restaurante.&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/2499952323625551263-4827218554335517712?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4827218554335517712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4827218554335517712' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4827218554335517712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4827218554335517712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-351281891367309696</id><published>2010-03-31T19:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:51:50.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Laura precisa de umas aulas de cristianismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Hoje ela viu uma réplica da estátua da liberdade e me disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Olha mãe, Jesus!!!!!&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/2499952323625551263-351281891367309696?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/351281891367309696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=351281891367309696' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/351281891367309696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/351281891367309696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/03/laura-precisa-de-umas-aulas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8161931979123131627</id><published>2010-03-22T11:01:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:18:23.214-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequena e obstinada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Corre mamãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Laura pedalava rapidamente e solicitava minha presença ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E lá estava eu, no pátio do teatro Juarez Machado/ballet Bolchoi correndo ao lado da Laura pelo estacionamento vazio de um domingo a tarde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deixa eu explicar. Meus planos para o final de semana era dormir. Minha semana tinha sido especialmente cansativa. No entanto, ter filhos é como entrar na chuva, obrigatoriamente, você vai ter que se molhar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Domingo a tarde coloquei a bicicleta dela no carro, levei até o estacionamento do teatro para que ela pudesse pedalar em um ambiente tranquilo,  amplo, de chão liso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Laura adorou, pedalou muito e foi bonito de ver: caiu várias vezes, mas se levantou sem reclamar e voltou a pedalar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tenho orgulho da minha F5 pequena e obstinada. Sei que se ela souber direcionar sua perseverança para coisas boas na vida, será feliz e realizada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;De tudo isso, espero três coisas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Espero estar ao seu lado para orientá-la;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Espero que ela escute minha orientação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Espero que ela tenha dicernimento e responsabilidade para fazer suas próprias escolhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Antagônico, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas se dizem que mulher é bicho esquisito, acredite, mãe é duplamente esquisita!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&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/2499952323625551263-8161931979123131627?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8161931979123131627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8161931979123131627' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8161931979123131627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8161931979123131627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/03/pequena-e-obstinada.html' title='Pequena e obstinada!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4533260253239465528</id><published>2010-02-19T10:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:40:46.667-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hã? Como assim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece que foi ontem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tinha 18 anos, terminara o 2.º grau e fazia cursinho preparatório para o vestibular!&lt;br /&gt;O cursinho era o melhor da cidade, o Positivo. Em 1996 fui aprovada para o curso de Direito da UNISUL. Os anos que passei na universidade foram maravilhosos, recheados de experiências gratificantes e divertidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como eu disse, parece que foi ontem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me senti anos luz mais velha quando me deparei comprando uma apostila do Positivo para minha filha. A apostila é direcionada ao ensino infantil e realmente é excelente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hã? Mas como assim? Há pouco tempo atrás eu estudava no Positivo, agora compro suas apostilas para a Laura?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá certo que ano passado apareceram meus primeiros cabelos brancos, o que me fez entrar em crise. Mas eu juro que olho para meu rosto e não enxergo uma ruguinha sequer KKKKK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Além de mamusca, virei velhusca*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/2499952323625551263-4533260253239465528?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4533260253239465528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4533260253239465528' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4533260253239465528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4533260253239465528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-como-assim.html' title='Hã? Como assim?'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6931603960140331170</id><published>2010-02-11T13:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:39:08.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVEREIRO DE 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S3Qke7EBk_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vmK2G7UCyCE/s1600-h/TR%C3%8AS+ANOS+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muito tempo se passou desde a última postagem. A última postagem se refere aos conselhos à minha filha, caso eu viesse a falecer na cirurgia de bariátrica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de lá pra cá, ocorreram muitas coisas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim de ano foi maravilhoso. Passei o Natal na minha sogra e a Laura amou os presentes, sequer quis sair do colo do Papai Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o Reveillon, passamos em Jurerê Internacional. Tudo hiper, mega, blaster chique. O mar é uma delícia, e ao contrário do que eu pensei, não me senti mal com meu Golf entre as Ferrares e BMW’s .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em janeiro, veio a cirurgia de redução de estômago. Já se passaram quase 40 dias e eu estou me sentido super bem com os 17 quilos perdidos. Entre o sufoco da dieta líquida, minha apreensão era com a Laura, que ficou gaga, talvez por ansiedade ou medo, já que me viu acamada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em fevereiro, logo após o aniversário da Sarah e da Sofia, veio a festa de aniversário da Laura. A festa ficou linda! Contei com a ajuda das minhas amigas do peito, e ainda tive a presença de duas amigas queridas que eu não via há tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, não tenho o que reclamar do que Deus tem me concedido. Tenho saúde, amor da minha família e geralmente, estou rodeada de pessoas maravilhosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que precisava é de dinheiro. Esta semana joguei na mega-sena. Se na próxima postagem, eu colocar fotos da família em ambientes paradisíacos, vocês já sabem hehehee&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/2499952323625551263-6931603960140331170?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6931603960140331170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6931603960140331170' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6931603960140331170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6931603960140331170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2010/02/fevereiro-de-2010.html' title='FEVEREIRO DE 2010'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-1409572725246313119</id><published>2009-11-23T15:32:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:40:30.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>para Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Filha, estou com cirurgia marcada para 05.01.2010. Falta pouco, um pouco mais de 01 mês.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hesitei várias vezes, por você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois você, minha F5, é a pessoa mais importante da minha vida. E você não tem idéia de como me sinto orgulhosa a pessoa mais importante da sua vida. Porém, sei que isso, um dia, vai mudar. É a ordem natural das coisas. Te crio para brilhares no mundo e não para minha realização pessoal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por isso, se um dia eu não estiver mais ao seu lado fisicamente, gostaria de te deixar umas lições, que lhe daria ao decorrer dos anos:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;1&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não faça as coisas complicadas ficarem simples ou coisas simples ficarem complicadas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;2)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Confie em Deus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;3)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Confie no seu pai;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Doe sangue; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Poupe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Exija respeito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;7)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Tenha suas unhas sempre limpas e bem cuidadas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;8)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Procure sua felicidade, nunca desista dela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;9)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Nunca diga “eu não consigo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;10)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Não seja cabeça dura como seu pai. Lembre-se, com razoabilidade, é possível encontrar uma saída para tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;11)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Não seja insensível; não subestime os outros; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;12)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Não seja subserviente; Não se subestime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;13)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Se algo der errado e você não souber com quem contar, procure minha irmã;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;14)&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Se algo der errado e você não souber com quem contar, procure sua madrinha Nádia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; LINE-HEIGHT: 15pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Quando a saudade apertar, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;espire aliviada e diga em seu coração: “mamãe eu te amo”. Então na alma ouvirá minha resposta: “Minha filha, eu sei. Estou ao seu lado.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/2499952323625551263-1409572725246313119?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1409572725246313119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1409572725246313119' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1409572725246313119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1409572725246313119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-laura.html' title='para Laura'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6132753094538919667</id><published>2009-11-16T14:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:42:37.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLESMENTE NÃO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Se o seu filho está prestes a completar 3 anos de idade, prepare-se para a fase do não. Isso mesmo, aquele pequeno ser humano que já recebeu seus aplausos por atender aos pedidos da mamãe está prestes a mudar. Mesmo assim, não há motivos para se preocupar. Como tudo na vida, essa fase passa e deixa com ela uma criança mais confiante e ciente de seus limites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Na fase do “não” aceitar as ordens, as frases mais comuns são: “Não quero, não vou, não faço, não estou com vontade”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tudo isso porque a criança está construindo sua identidade, quer ter controle sobre sua vidinha, determinar quando, como e aonde ela vai. Nessa idade, não é só rebeldia, como muitos pensam ser. O sentimento de ter a vontade própria é intenso a partir desse período, que vai até o final da primeira infância, quando conquistou seu espaço, e volta a se intensificar na adolescência. Em mais uma das dezenas de etapas da transição pelas quais a criança vai passar ao longo da vida, é nessa que ela deixa de ser bebê para entrar na infância, um período delicado do ponto de vista emocional. A orientação dos especialistas para superar essa fase é que os pais ouçam os seguidos “nãos”, sem deixar que todas as vontades imperem. Pessoas muito rígidas ou pouco sensíveis para essa questão podem não notar que o maior desejo dessa criança é o de ser percebida. Nesse sentido, os pais não podem ter um comportamento rígido nem ceder à primeira manha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;O segredo é ponderar, sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fonte: Revista Crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-6132753094538919667?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6132753094538919667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6132753094538919667' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6132753094538919667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6132753094538919667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/11/simplesmente-nao.html' title='SIMPLESMENTE NÃO!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-381209764828075069</id><published>2009-10-25T22:39:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:36:36.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Laura está cada vez mais surpreendente, muito inteligente, sapeca e feliz! Um pouco teimosa, mas acredito que é apenas fase,a famosa fase "terrible two".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando eu brigo com ela, rapidamente ela rebate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;"Você brigou comigo, agora eu não sou mais sua amiga para sempre".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se as coisas continuarem neste nível, prevejo, na adolescência, a célebre frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Eu não pedi para nascer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Mal sabe ela que, tanto faz, sendo ou não minha amiga, estando brava ou revoltada, eu serei sua amiga e estarei ao seu lado, para sempre!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;RAPIDINHAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) Depois de duas tentativas frustradas de teatro com a Laura, fomos a um episódio que ela amou. Teatrinho lindo, cantado, sem personagens maus. Semana que vem, vamos novamente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2) Estou fazendo os exames para me submeter a gastroplastia. Que Deus me abençoe para que corra tudo bem, não posso suportar a idéia da Laura crescer sem minha presença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3) Num desses exames, vi que o laudo saiu com um "probleminha" na coluna de bertin do rim esquerdo. Estou apreensiva e aguardando consulta com um nefrologista. Deus me abençõe ao cubo!&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/2499952323625551263-381209764828075069?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/381209764828075069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=381209764828075069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/381209764828075069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/381209764828075069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/10/laura-esta-cada-vez-mais-surpreendente.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-1230883702232267252</id><published>2009-10-01T13:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:48:46.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU: Laura, você não se comportou bem hoje, vou colocá-la de castigo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA: Mas mamãe, eu te amo e sou sua amiga!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAPIDINHAS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;1)      Laura está novamente com otite e tomando antibiótico. Penso em vaciná-la com Prevenar. Talvez seja um investimento que dê certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;2)      A tão sonhada boneca Little Momy chegou e a Laura não deu muita bola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;3)      Televisão babá! Sonhei tanto com o dia que a Laura assistisse um filminho inteiro em frente da televisão para que eu pudesse fazer minhas coisas. Agora, luto para que ela faça outras atividades e fique menos tempo em frente a TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;4)      Laura adora esconder pequenos objetos, como celular, controle remoto e máquina digital. Ela se diverte muito em esconder objetos, pois ela sabe que está fazendo uma pequena travessura. Sinto que terei problemas no dia que seus esconderijos forem menos óbvios. &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/2499952323625551263-1230883702232267252?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1230883702232267252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1230883702232267252' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1230883702232267252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1230883702232267252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-laura-voce-nao-se-comportou-bem-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5185000379596308352</id><published>2009-09-14T09:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:21:06.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das crianças chegando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/Sq41FwRfPRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1kMbk8QVxYk/s1600-h/677856gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381296977728191762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/Sq41FwRfPRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1kMbk8QVxYk/s320/677856gg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/Sq402wmSDGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qW0Pvh513zc/s1600-h/677856gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Comprei um boneca pra dar de presente para a Laura no dia das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descrição no site das Lojas Americanas:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"A Little Mommy Abraços e Carinhos é a bebê mais real que você já viu! Com a Little Mommy as meninas poderão ser uma mamãezinha de verdade! Elas poderão dar um nome a sua filhinha e a Little Mommy responderá quando ouvir seu próprio nome, ela irá pedir a sua mamadeira, seu ursinho de pelúcia, irá brincar de "esconde-achou", dará risadinhas, pegará o cobertorzinho para tirar uma sonequinha e muito mais. Além disso, o que ela diz pode mudar e, se não conseguir o que quer, ela pode ficar pedindo até conseguir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ela custa 400,00 mas nas Lojas Americanas, mas havia o desconto de R$ 100,00 e ainda parcelei em 12x de R$ 24,99 sem juros no cartão. Comprei garantia estendida de 03 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela vai gostar? Ela adora brincar com a Julia dela, põe roupa, coloca pra dormir e não troca a Julia que já está toda estrepada, riscada, pintada de esmalte por nada... Vamos ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Existe a boneca Ananda, que custa R$ 700,00, mas essa não tenho coragem de comprar, vai que a Laura não gosta? Além disso, acho que eu ia ter medo de ter um mini robô em casa ... KKKKKKKKKK&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/2499952323625551263-5185000379596308352?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5185000379596308352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5185000379596308352' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5185000379596308352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5185000379596308352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-das-criancas-chegando.html' title='Dia das crianças chegando'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/Sq41FwRfPRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1kMbk8QVxYk/s72-c/677856gg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4607205111934167823</id><published>2009-09-08T14:31:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:47:26.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh quantas saudades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Após o nascimento da Laura, me senti uma mártir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Achei tudo muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;complicado&lt;/span&gt; e escravizador. Isto é, tive dificuldades em me despir da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fabiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sem horários, sem regras e com o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-se ligado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sofri de cansaço. Tive depressão pós-parto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;psicótico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, não consegui amamentar, voltei ao trabalho logo após a licença-maternidade, e ainda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embaranguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem falar na bagagem de culpa que toda a mãe leva! Culpa por ter oferecido bolacha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recheada&lt;/span&gt; em vez de uma maçã, culpa de não ter tempo para matriculá-la e levá-la em aulas de natação, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;musicalização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e inglês para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bebês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Culpa de não ser uma mãe perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sim, perfeita! Porque elas existem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A Juliana, mãe da Sarah devolve as roupas que a Laura emprestou para sua filha, devidamente lavadas, passadas, embaladas em um saco plástico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e dentro de 48 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A Ana Paula, mãe da Sofia, leva sua filha devidamente arrumada, com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chiquinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feitas e com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;taques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Cozinha bem, sabe bordar e sempre tem tempo, embora trabalhe como eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A mãe do Carlos Eduardo o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;matriculou&lt;/span&gt; em aulas adicionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mãe da Sofia trabalha em casa e consegue estar mais perto da filha, dando-lhe amor e atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bom, eu saio de casa antes da Laura acordar. Procuro estar em casa na hora do almoço, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mantê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-la limpa e com roupas limpas. Me preocupo se ela tem o que as outras crianças também têm. Como se essas crianças fossem o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;termômetro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de uma criança feliz. Mas confesso... não consigo me dedicar às roupas. Assim, se uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;amiguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; da Laura empresta alguma peça, só devolvo uns 15 dias depois, tempo para que a roupa passe pelo processo: cesto de lixo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lavanderia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, máquina, varal, tábua de passar, mãos da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;diarista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) até aparecerem em cima da cama, lavadas e passadas. Só então, as devolvo. Mas elas não vão no saco plástico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (não ainda, vou comprar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas a Laura é uma criança feliz. Simpática, inteligente (já falei isso para vocês?) e divertida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apesar de não ser a mãe perfeita, nem criar uma filha perfeita, nascemos uma para a outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesse sentido, estou lendo um livro ó-te-mo: "como não criar um filho perfeito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Depois deste livro, respirei aliviada! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ufaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sou normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E lendo meu blog desde suas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;postagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; iniciais a procura de um texto sobre erotização precoce, senti saudades do que li, que saudades do meu bebê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas o engraçado é que ela continua me dando flores roubadas, continua acenando para o avião e eu continuo atrás das suas sandálias preferidas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&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/2499952323625551263-4607205111934167823?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4607205111934167823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4607205111934167823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4607205111934167823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4607205111934167823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh-quantas-saudades.html' title='Ahhh quantas saudades!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8964840574599294890</id><published>2009-09-03T10:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:08:23.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lb3f.lilypie.com/Lwnam3.png" width="400" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie Third Birthday tickers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O Aniversário da Laura se aproxima. Estou pensando numa festa bem legal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aceito sugestões para o tema da festa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-8964840574599294890?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8964840574599294890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8964840574599294890' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8964840574599294890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8964840574599294890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-aniversario-da-laura-se-aproxima.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5454102128132779546</id><published>2009-08-31T10:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:55:32.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mãe não tem preço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Laura começou a aplicar o plural! Fico sempre impressionada com seu desenvolvimento!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ouvir algumas coisas são impagáveis, como por exemplo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh Mãe, eu preciso lavar minhas &lt;em&gt;mães&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ela falou mães, ao invés de mãos. Continuo com minha teoria sobre seu raciocínio lógico... huahauhauahuahauhauahuaha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/2499952323625551263-5454102128132779546?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5454102128132779546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5454102128132779546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5454102128132779546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5454102128132779546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/08/ser-mae-nao-tem-preco.html' title='Ser mãe não tem preço!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5985691086031977960</id><published>2009-08-31T10:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:42:12.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casinhas de boneca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SpvSrsOyb0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/SEIKiGinKBo/s1600-h/CASINHA+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122228246212418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SpvSrsOyb0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/SEIKiGinKBo/s320/CASINHA+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SpvQiRtlXZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LjMjOM4P7Nw/s1600-h/CASINHA+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376119867485543826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SpvQiRtlXZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LjMjOM4P7Nw/s320/CASINHA+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero comprar uma casinha de boneca para Laura. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O problema são os preços.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tem cada modelo.... Acreditem, este chalézinho acima é uma casinha de boneca!&lt;/strong&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/2499952323625551263-5985691086031977960?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5985691086031977960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5985691086031977960' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5985691086031977960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5985691086031977960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/08/casinhas-de-boneca.html' title='Casinhas de boneca'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SpvSrsOyb0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/SEIKiGinKBo/s72-c/CASINHA+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7785277897667788294</id><published>2009-08-26T09:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:39:55.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a Laura....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ainda sobre o seu raciocínio lógico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estávamos no médico, ela viu a escada ao lado da maca e disse: "mãe, olha ali a escada, pra subir pra cima"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Outro dia, estava revendo as suas peças de roupa de seu armário e ela vestiu uma camiseta pequena e me disse: "Olha aqui mãe, não cabeu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fantástico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se o passado de comer é comeu, descer é desceu, beber é bebeu, oras, caber é cabeu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não disse que seu raciocínio lógico é bem desenvolvido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[mode babação on]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapidinhas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) A Laura está com otite e tomando antibiótico;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) A Laura tem um sonho: Surfar na praia do Tikí. Quanto ao surf, prometi uma prancha pra ela antes do Natal. Mas a praia tão sonhada (Tikí) só existe no episódio dos Backyardigans KKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-7785277897667788294?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7785277897667788294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7785277897667788294' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7785277897667788294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7785277897667788294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/08/sobre-laura.html' title='Sobre a Laura....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4200310026848339661</id><published>2009-08-11T13:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:42:03.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SER MÃE É....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Assistir 03 vezes o desenho Rapunzel no final de semana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Ficar orgulhosa e cheia de si quando a Laura me chama de "mamãezinha querida" na frente dos outros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Salvar a Laura do pesadelo, com um simples abraço e apenas uma frase: "estou aqui!";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Se empolgar mais do que a Laura na hora de colecionar figurinhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Se empolgar mais do que a Laura na hora de comprar brinquedos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Pensar na festa de aniversário com 06 meses de antecedência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Odiar reuniões de trabalho e ficar desejando ir para casa para colar adesivos na unha da Laura e ver seu rostinho de felicidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- É ter um beijinho que cura qualquer machucado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-4200310026848339661?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4200310026848339661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4200310026848339661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4200310026848339661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4200310026848339661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/08/ser-mae-e.html' title='SER MÃE É....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5987351766640869409</id><published>2009-08-05T21:58:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:23:20.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SnovS_8DhOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Mdr8qgg_1CE/s1600-h/dcp_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366653909412840674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SnovS_8DhOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Mdr8qgg_1CE/s400/dcp_0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SnovK0OIsRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wWFf8wNSOyc/s1600-h/dcp_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366653768828498194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SnovK0OIsRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wWFf8wNSOyc/s200/dcp_0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"O tempo passa rápido", já me avisavam as mães mais experientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É literalmente estranho. Esgotada, quis que algumas fases difíceis da Laura passassem rápido. Nostálgica, agora, gostaria de voltar no tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A Laura vem crescendo lindamente. Seus cabelos ligeiramente dourados atingem as costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ela fala cada vez mais com maestria. E m surpreende, tirando-me risadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hoje, vendo a Laura pular igual uma macaca no parque de diversão, exclamei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Laura, como você sabe subir nos brinquedos!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu sabo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Achei essa resposta "eu sabo" espetacular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sinal de raciocínio lógico, usou analogia aos verbos regulares, nem ousei corrigir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5987351766640869409?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5987351766640869409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5987351766640869409' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5987351766640869409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5987351766640869409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tempo-passa-rapido-ja-me-avisavam-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SnovS_8DhOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Mdr8qgg_1CE/s72-c/dcp_0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6315524619453071336</id><published>2009-07-02T22:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:42:45.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei com nostalgia o berço, agora substituído por uma mini-cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dobrei os cobertores do berço, guardei o travesseirinho, que agora foram substituídos por um belo travesseiro e manta da Barbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Uma lágrima escorreu, que saudades da minha filhinha que cresceu!!!!!&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/2499952323625551263-6315524619453071336?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6315524619453071336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6315524619453071336' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6315524619453071336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6315524619453071336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/07/ela-cresceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5643501742564122790</id><published>2009-06-15T09:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:24:20.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O PRIMEIRO "POR QUÊ"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo na vida tem sua primeira vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu aguardava ansiosa por este dia.... O dia que minha filha se tornasse verdadeiramente questionadora, sobressaltando ainda mais sua inteligência e personalidade autêntica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seu primeiro porque aconteceu dia 13.06.2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estávamos eu, Laura e Émerson reunidos no quarto e nossa filha nos avisou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Vou tomar banho sozinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O Émerson respondeu rapidamente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;E a Laura se contrapôs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Por que não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu e o Émerson nos olhamos, primeiramente espantados com tal audácia. Depois, rimos os dois, cúmplices e testemunhas do fantástico crescimento da nossa filha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALE RELEMBRAR AS REGRAS DE GRAMÁTICA&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Português é uma das línguas mais complicadas do mundo, tire suas dúvidas sobre a colocação e todas as variações dos “Porquês” nas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw17992287250823(event, this, '2072971869'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #0000cc; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick17992287250823(2072971869);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://diaquente.com/br/regras-dos-porque-porque-por-que-e-por-que-em-portugues.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;frases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que&lt;/strong&gt; - utiliza-se quando se faz uma pergunta.Ex: Por que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw18180354492823(event, this, '2072971869'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #0000cc; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick18180354492823(2072971869);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://diaquente.com/br/regras-dos-porque-porque-por-que-e-por-que-em-portugues.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt; não leu a revista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por quê&lt;/strong&gt; - utiliza-se numa pergunta quando o por quê fica no final da frase.Ex: Você foi embora por quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque&lt;/strong&gt; - quando se explica alguma coisa.Ex: Eu estou perguntando isto, porque eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê&lt;/strong&gt; - quando funciona como um substantivo.Ex: Eu quero saber o porquê das coisas.&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/2499952323625551263-5643501742564122790?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5643501742564122790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5643501742564122790' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5643501742564122790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5643501742564122790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-primeiro-por-que.html' title='O PRIMEIRO &quot;POR QUÊ&quot;'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8837512241096586917</id><published>2009-06-12T09:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:49:10.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos gestos que criam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;É&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; na infância que se constroem os alicerces da auto-estima - fator essencial ao equilíbrio emocional do ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Você brincou com seu filho hoje? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Deu uma paradinha para ajudá-lo a escovar os dentes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Zangou-se porque ele estava fazendo algo errado, mas explicou o motivo? Elogiou quando ele guardou os brinquedos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;São os pequenos cuidados do dia-a-dia que comunicam à criança o quanto ela é amada e desejada. “Muito mais do que mil palavras, beijos ou abraços, é o tempo que você oferece a ela que a faz sentir-se querida, aceita e importante”, ressalta a psicóloga Lidia R. Aratangy, de São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Fazer com que seu filho cresça com auto- estima elevada não requer grandes conhecimentos de psicologia, basta deixar aflorar seus sentimentos de forma intuitiva. “A idéia que a pessoa tem a respeito de si própria, isto é, a auto-estima, adquire com a vida e depende, a princípio, da relação que a criança tem com seus cuidadores”, explica Ceres Alves de Araújo, psicóloga e professora de pós-graduação em Psicologia da Pontifícia Universidade Católica de São Paulo. Ao sentir-se amada e ao perceber que tem a aprovação daqueles que são importantes para ela, passa a gostar de si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;É importante que o interesse e o afeto sejam sinceros, pois a criança capta as emoções. Se soarem falsa, ela vai perceber. Por outro lado, a presença, a atenção verdadeira e o sentir-se cuidado transmitem a mensagem “meus pais estão aqui para me acolher e proteger”. Esses são os alicerces da autoconfiança. Em contrapartida, quando a criança é negligenciada, sobretudo em termos de afeto, pode se tornar um adulto inseguro e com auto-estima baixa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;“Nos primeiros anos de vida, construímos a noção fundamental de nós mesmos como pessoas capazes ou incapazes, com ou sem valor”, destaca a psicóloga Maria Tereza Maldonado, de Rio de Janeiro. Portanto, as atitudes dos pais são determinantes no desenvolvimento da auto-estima do seu filho. Confira a seguir como agir para que seu pimpolho cresça de bem com ele mesmo, mas esteja atenta aos exageros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jogo limpo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Não deixe seu filho ganhar sempre no jogo. “Do contrário estarão passando a mensagem de que ele é ‘o sabe-tudo’ e acabam perdendo a oportunidade de ensiná-lo realmente a jogar”, diz Lidia. “E a criança ficará frustrada ao jogar com um amiguinho e não conseguir vencer”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras que ferem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Algumas frases comuns costumam minar a auto-estima. A psicóloga Maria Tereza Maldonado chama a atenção para as palavras: “Você é bagunceira e teimosa!” Faz uma enorme diferença se dissermos: “Fico danada da vida quando vejo que você não guardou os brinquedos como combinamos; vá guardar agora mesmo!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar coruja:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Não tenha medo de achar que seu filho é o mais lindo do mundo. “Mãe pensa exatamente dessa forma”, afirma a psicóloga Ceres. “E seus olhos podem transmitir isso, pois ainda bebê a criança aprende a decodificar seu semblante. A sensação de ser amado e protegido é despertada a partir do olhar amoroso dos pais.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elogios sem medo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;“Todos gostam de elogios verdadeiros e ouvi-los faz muito bem”, afirma Ceres. “Mas faça-os sob medida, dizendo claramente o que apreciou na conduta da criança, sem, contudo, aprisioná-la em expectativas de que sempre se comportará de modo exemplar”, acrescenta Maria Tereza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vez do desabafo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Não se deve censurar o sentimento de raiva. “No entanto, é preciso ajudar a criança a expressá-la de modo não destrutivo”, salienta Maria Tereza. “É aceitável falar sobre o que nos deixou enraivecidos, mas não expressar a raiva de modo que machuque ou humilhe os outros.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal trainer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Ter destreza, agilidade motora e domínio do corpo são os fatores que mais fortalecem a auto-estima. “Usar o corpo com eficiência gera segurança e autoconfiança”, ressalta Ceres. “Por isso, os pais devem estimular o filho a praticar esportes, colocá-lo na aula de natação, ensiná- lo a andar de bicicleta...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caça-talentos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;É também função dos pais ajudar o filho a descobrir seus talentos e aptidões desde pequeno. Esteja atenta para reconhecer e incitar o desenvolvimento de habilidades. Por exemplo: se percebe que a criança gosta de ouvir histórias, compre livros, leia para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dê asas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Não faça pelo seu filho o que ele pode fazer sem ajuda. Encorajar a autonomia da criança favorece a formação da auto-estima. Permitir que ela tenha experiências sozinhas, como calçar e amarrar os sapatos, é precioso para o desenvolvimento da autoconfiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Para saber mais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Uma seleção de livros para ajudar pais e mães na arte de criar um filho• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Pais que educam: Uma aventura inesquecível, de Ceres Alves de Araújo, Editora Gente. Esclarece dúvidas sobre o limite desde os primeiros meses de vida e, entre outras coisas, como estabelecer uma comunicação eficiente e carinhosa com os filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Como educar meu filho?, de Rosely Sayão, Publifolha. Reúne artigos sobre educação familiar publicados pela psicóloga no jornal Folha de S.Paulo.• A arte de ter filhos – Jeitos simples de dar uma chance ao seu futuro, de Véronique Vienne, Publifolha. Retrata, de forma divertida, os desafios do dia-a-dia, o aprendizado contínuo e a felicidade de ser mãe ou pai, antes e depois do nascimento do bebê.&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/2499952323625551263-8837512241096586917?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8837512241096586917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8837512241096586917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8837512241096586917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8837512241096586917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/06/pequenos-gestos-que-criam.html' title='Pequenos gestos que criam'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5639726731252669909</id><published>2009-05-27T09:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:20:10.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ser mãe é....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser avós de bonecas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5639726731252669909?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5639726731252669909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5639726731252669909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5639726731252669909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5639726731252669909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/05/ser-mae-e_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6379595367770398035</id><published>2009-05-25T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:30:09.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ser mãe é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumar mil vezes o bendito guarda-roupa! 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Em 50% a 70% dos casos, não é sintoma de doença, mas uma forma de a criança expressar no corpo uma emoção que incomoda, como medo ou ansiedade. É aquela mesma dor que você sente quando vai enfrentar uma entrevista para arrumar emprego, tem de falar em público ou outra situação qualquer de estresse.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;“O motivo mais comum dessa dor de barriga é estresse psicológico. A criança se sente insegura e a dor representa um pedido de atenção. Quando não há causa orgânica, o melhor remédio costuma ser mais mãe. O segundo motivo é a dor abdominal ser o anúncio da vontade de fazer cocô e do medo de enfrentar o penico, porque a criança está com as fezes duras. Esse problema em geral está relacionado com mudanças na alimentação ou com dieta inadequada, com pouca fibra e verdura. O uso de alguns medicamentos também pode endurecer as fezes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte Izaura Ramos Assumpção. Gastroenterologista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistacrescer.globo.com/Revista/Crescer/0,,ERT1612-15327,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://revistacrescer.globo.com/Revista/Crescer/0,,ERT1612-15327,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*A CRISE EXISTENCIAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Semana passada, a Laura queixou-se de dor de barriga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes, chorava dizendo “mamãe, dói a baíga.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei convencê-la a ir pro jardim, pois logo esta dor passada. Mas ela foi enfática, deixou claro que queria eu ao lado dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, ela entrou em crise existencial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos prantos pediu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Mamãe, me leva no titio” ( titio, leia-se médico)&lt;br /&gt;- Quélo tomar remédio...&lt;br /&gt;- Quélo fazer xixi no copo!!!!!!!!! (xixi no copo, leia-se exame de urina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hora que ela me pediu pra fazer xixi no copo, com espanto e graça, entendi a mensagem! Ela precisava de mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Faltei ao trabalho a tarde e não fui dar aula a noite. Curtimos o dia juntinhas, e ela não teve mais dores de barriga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-1021182775392110555?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1021182775392110555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1021182775392110555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1021182775392110555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1021182775392110555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/05/primeira-crise-existencial-da-laura.html' title='A PRIMEIRA CRISE EXISTENCIAL DA LAURA'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-1556967328146111601</id><published>2009-05-20T11:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:32:27.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SITUAÇÕES DESCONCERTANTES - O COMEÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITUAÇÃO 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Laura apontando para meu absorvente: &lt;em&gt;“Mamãe, porque você ainda fralda?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu: &lt;em&gt;“Não é fralda, filha, é absorvente!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Laura: &lt;em&gt;“Não mamãe, é fralda, sim senhola!”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu achando tudo muito complicado: &lt;em&gt;“Tá bom, tá bom, é fralda”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Laura apontando para a menstruação:&lt;em&gt; “haha então você ainda faz cocô na fralda!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fiquei muda com cara de pastel. Como concertar esta situação?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITUAÇÃO 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura sentada no vaso sanitário: &lt;em&gt;“Mamãe, o xixi sai da minha bunda?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: &lt;em&gt;“Não filha, o xixi sai da pupuca!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Laura:&lt;em&gt; “Só meu cocô sai da bunda, né mãe?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eu: “Sim filha!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura: &lt;em&gt;“Ah mamãe, então vem cá, olhar meu cocô”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-1556967328146111601?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1556967328146111601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1556967328146111601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1556967328146111601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1556967328146111601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/05/situacoes-desconcertantes-o-comeco.html' title='SITUAÇÕES DESCONCERTANTES - O COMEÇO'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-3125353743444510210</id><published>2009-05-11T14:11:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:06:49.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Laurinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha Laurinha, oh Laurinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque vieste assim, tão perfeitinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desorganizando assim minha vidinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Laurinha, oh Laurinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta Adriana Partipim e grita: "Mãe, deita aqui perto de mim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pega seus brinquedos e os joga pela casa, derrama o leite, quebra o copo, se desarruma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntam se eu quero mais filhos, respondo: "Não, vou ficar só com uma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É teimosa, é horrorosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão amável e esplendorosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas vezes irritante, chora, esperneia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão simples, seu choro acaba com a mamadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egocêntrica e feliz, troca a birra por uma bala de anis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Laurinha, oh Laurinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obra-prima, perfeição! Vieste ao mundo, me fazendo feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mãe orgulhosa, carrego este semblante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver por minha Laura, é mesmo emocionante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-3125353743444510210?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3125353743444510210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=3125353743444510210' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3125353743444510210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3125353743444510210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-laurinha.html' title='Oh Laurinha!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-413422291750118797</id><published>2009-05-11T14:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:11:42.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou isto ou aquilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SghbVgrzEAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AQADibH-e_c/s1600-h/LS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334614183729369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SghbVgrzEAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AQADibH-e_c/s200/LS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Este final de semana, tentei explicar para a Laura que não se pode ter tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tarefa árdua, considerando que a Laura se encontra na absoluta fase do egocentrismo, típica de uma criança de dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me lembrei do poema da Cecília de Meireles, "Ou isto ou aquilo":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Ou se tem chuva ou não se tem sol, ou se tem sol ou não se tem chuva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ou se calça a luva e não se põe o anel,ou se põe o anel e não se calça a luva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quem sobe nos ares não fica no chão,Quem fica no chão não sobe nos ares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É uma grande pena que não se possaestar ao mesmo tempo em dois lugares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ou guardo dinheiro e não compro doce,ou compro doce e não guardo dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ou isto ou aquilo: ou isto ou aquilo...e vivo escolhendo o dia inteiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não sei se brinco, não sei se estudo,se saio correndo ou fico tranqüilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas não consegui entender aindaqual é melhor: se é isto ou aquilo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2499952323625551263-413422291750118797?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/413422291750118797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=413422291750118797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/413422291750118797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/413422291750118797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/05/ou-isto-ou-aquilo.html' title='Ou isto ou aquilo'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SghbVgrzEAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AQADibH-e_c/s72-c/LS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5757746856713886255</id><published>2009-04-28T09:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:14:31.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro segredo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SfcAyyC0k9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4B18KbzGN_k/s1600-h/Celular+linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329729556443337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SfcAyyC0k9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4B18KbzGN_k/s320/Celular+linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SfcAygK27EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c4ui8RqJUWI/s1600-h/c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329729551645207618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SfcAygK27EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c4ui8RqJUWI/s320/c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SfcAyl41I7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/lfYh1CwcEjQ/s1600-h/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329729553180206002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SfcAyl41I7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/lfYh1CwcEjQ/s320/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segredo&lt;/strong&gt; para o dicionário, é "1. Coisa que não deve ser sabida por outrem", "2. Coisa que se diz a outrem mas que não deve ser sabida de terceiro." ou "3. Reserva, discrição."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Por certo que, como mãe, não quero que minha filha tenha segredos para com minha pessoa, já que eu seria a pessoa mais indicada a lhe dar os melhores conselhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Afinal, sou mãe, e não existe ninguém que queira melhor uma pessoa, do que sua própria mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mas o primeiro segredo entre a gente chegou cedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aos 02 anos e 02 meses, minha filha já guarda um segredo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A Laura não me conta a música que está ensaiando para a apresentação no Dia das Mães no Jardim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menina de personalidade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Já tentei comprá-la em troca desta informação, mas ela não cede!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;KKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5757746856713886255?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5757746856713886255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5757746856713886255' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5757746856713886255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5757746856713886255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-primeiro-segredo.html' title='O primeiro segredo....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SfcAyyC0k9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/4B18KbzGN_k/s72-c/Celular+linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4451011508337110776</id><published>2009-04-08T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:58:48.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo e aprendendo.... a falar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura: "Fóda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu: Foda? O que você disse, minha filha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laura: "Quero minha fóda mamãe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E aponta para o cesto de fraldas descartáveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;huahauhauahuahauhauhauahuahauhauahuahauhauah&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/2499952323625551263-4451011508337110776?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4451011508337110776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4451011508337110776' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4451011508337110776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4451011508337110776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/04/vivendo-e-aprendendo-falar.html' title='Vivendo e aprendendo.... a falar!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7626048019139147922</id><published>2009-03-27T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:25:35.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SESSÃO: SER MÃE É BOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Definitivamente, descobri que existe vida após a maternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A Laura é uma criança encantadora e cada vez mais intarege conosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Como toda a criança, adora brincar, pular, tomar sorvete e comer pipoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ultimamente, vem me surpreendendo com suas pequenas frases geniais. Aliás, e modéstia parte, pari ma criança super inteligente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vocês percebem que eu babo por ela né? É porque realmente é muito bom!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ainda por cima, os números de viroses vêm diminuindo. Fui avisada pelo pediatra que até dois anos, a criança tem a imunidade super baixa, mas que depois tudo ficaroa melhor. E aconteceu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lógico, ela ainda é dependente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ainda não consigo ir ao banheiro sem ter dois olhos me observando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ainda não consigo ir ao restaurante e almoçar calmamente,s em ter que interromper a alimentação para acompanhá-la no "descobrimento do território alheio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mas, descobri que não sou a única, isso faz parte da maternidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Dizem que os filhos crescem rapidamente e que um dia, sentirei falta de tudo isso, e acredito....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RAPIDINHAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por enqunto, vou escrever sem postar fotos, pois a máquina digital está na assistência técnica; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ontem, recebi o primeiro "dever de casa". Devemos preencher a árvore genealógica junto com a Laura e depois pintarmos em família;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Às vezes, partir dói muito. Nesta terça-feira senti vontade de pedir demissão da instituição que leciono a noite, já que a laura chorou incansávelmente para que eu não fosse. Me senti a piot mãe do mundo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Odeio a Claro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-7626048019139147922?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7626048019139147922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7626048019139147922' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7626048019139147922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7626048019139147922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/03/sessao-ser-mae-e-bom.html' title='SESSÃO: SER MÃE É BOM'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6425331916604704759</id><published>2009-03-02T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:40:23.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AS VEZES A GENTE PERDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/Saxt3yjnD-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/madnS8ZC0WA/s1600-h/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308738865994338274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/Saxt3yjnD-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/madnS8ZC0WA/s400/praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Falo em perda no sentido &lt;em&gt;latu sensu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perdi quando não consegui que minha filha usasse seu uniforme para ir ao jardim. Ela quis ir de maiô e assim foi! Usei de psicologia, brincadeiras, chantagem emocional e outros meios. Nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deixei ela na sala de aula, com o maiô que não consegui tirar, despenteada, pois não consegui penteá-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me senti um lixo de mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me questiono onde foi que errei,como eu posso acertar na sua educação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Na gravidez, eu imaginava que após o nascimento da Laura eu não teria mais paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas é pior, após me tornar mãe, eu nunca mais tive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ser mãe é padecer na dúvida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entre um cliente e outro,uma audiência e outra, ou enquanto meus alunos estão realizando uma prova, me pego questionando-me se a Laura deve fazer ballet ou natação? Quem sabe artes marciais para aflorar a disciplina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Será que minhas teorias estão certas? Outras mães passam pelos mesmos problemas que eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou incompetente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas se faço tudo certo, porque não acerto? Pensei que uma coisa era consequência da outra.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas na maternidade não existe fórmulas prontas, manual de instrução ou dicas mágicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maternidade desafia a lógica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-6425331916604704759?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6425331916604704759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6425331916604704759' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6425331916604704759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6425331916604704759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-vezes-gente-perde.html' title='AS VEZES A GENTE PERDE!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/Saxt3yjnD-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/madnS8ZC0WA/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-2213036997792151493</id><published>2009-02-24T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:09:10.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE É ISSO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não é metáfora, nem hipérbole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Laura me faz essa pergunta em torno de 20 vezes aos dia!&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/2499952323625551263-2213036997792151493?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2213036997792151493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=2213036997792151493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2213036997792151493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2213036997792151493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-e-isso.html' title='O QUE É ISSO?'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8883478347950389949</id><published>2009-02-19T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:25:50.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR DE FILHA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chego em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laura estava sentada na varanda me esperando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando ela me viu, correu para o portão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entrei, peguei-a no colo e ela me diz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Saudades mamãe! Me dá um beijo e um abraço!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-8883478347950389949?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8883478347950389949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8883478347950389949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8883478347950389949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8883478347950389949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-de-filha.html' title='AMOR DE FILHA....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8982176618196933567</id><published>2009-02-11T21:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:10:00.210-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura está uma delícia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delícia de apertar, de morder, de cheirar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Laura aprendeu a fazer charme...aprendeu a usar o diminutivo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- "Mãe, penteia meu cabelinho";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;- "Mãe, bati minha cabecinha";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;- "Mãe, lava minha mãozinha";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Isso, quando ela não me chama de Fabinha. Detalhe, ninguém me chama de Fabinha, isso foi da cabeça dela! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAPIDINHAS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;1) Seus molares inferiores estão nascendo e ela reclama muito de dor! Morro depena e táco-lhe Tylenol ou Cataflan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;2) Final de semana fomos para Floripa, o hotel era maravilhoso, quando o sol não estava para praia, aproveitávamos as piscinas frias e quentes;Laura relaxou e se deu ao luxo de boiar um pouquinho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;3) Essa semana teve reunião dos pais no jardim, amo esses compromissos de mãe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;4) Toda mãe deveria ser canonizada, só uma mãe para entender a outra, a aflição de um filho doente, a rotina puxada, a doação de si para a criança.... Enfim, me sinto especial e cheia de amor para dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&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/2499952323625551263-8982176618196933567?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8982176618196933567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8982176618196933567' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8982176618196933567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8982176618196933567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/02/laura-esta-uma-delicia.html' title='Laura está uma delícia!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8265717419894774466</id><published>2009-01-30T14:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:14:03.218-02:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINAÇÃO DE MÃE É FODA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Vi uma comunidade no Orkut de título "Imaginação de mãe é foda", cuja descrição era a seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;1] Se ela liga e você não atende o celular na hora:&lt;br /&gt;- Você morreu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;2] Se você saiu, demora, e não atende o celular:&lt;br /&gt; - Você foi sequestrado e morreu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;3] Se você saiu com as amigos, demora,  e não atende o celular:&lt;br /&gt;- Você se estava bêbado foi sequestrado e morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;4] Se você saiu pra paquerar com os amigos, ver as gatinhas, etc ....&lt;br /&gt;- Você está bêbado, engravidou uma vagabunda, foi sequestrado e morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;5) Quando você atende o celular:&lt;br /&gt;- Mãe, ta tudo bem? Tem 56 chamadas no celular.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi filhinho, mamãe ta ligando só pra saber se está tudo bem, sabe tive um pressentimento,mas nada de mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;-Tá sim mãe. Posso voltar a dormir agora?!&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/2499952323625551263-8265717419894774466?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8265717419894774466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8265717419894774466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8265717419894774466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8265717419894774466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/imaginacao-de-mae-e-foda.html' title='IMAGINAÇÃO DE MÃE É FODA....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7318518270502172253</id><published>2009-01-29T20:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:18:49.309-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRIMEIRA FUGA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SYMoU99C_SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iHUXXpPRKMQ/s1600-h/Dsc00456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297121927410941218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SYMoU99C_SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iHUXXpPRKMQ/s320/Dsc00456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Depois daquela semana antes do Natal, em que a Laura foi passar a tarde na casa da amiguinha Sofia, a Laura queria visitá-la todo o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu cortei o embalo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Então, semana passada a Laura a Laura me pediu: "Mãe, vamos passiá na casa da Pipia? (Sofia) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu falei que não, que hoje não poderíamos ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ela: "Mas eu quélo" com voz chorosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu falei um não alto e pensei que o assunto ia se dar por encerrado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;De repente eu vejo ela se movimentando toda no quarto, calçou o sapato, pegou sua bolsinha, colocou um casaco, uma mamadeira vazia e me disse "tchau".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não sei bola, mas vi ela decendo as escadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Quando eu fui olhar pela janela pra ver o que ela ia fazer, ela me abriu o portão e disse "tchau mamãe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Desci as escadas igual uma louca para alcançá-la na calçada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;1) Portões só com cadeado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;2) Laura já leva um casaquinho pra sair de casa; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;3) No dia que ela aprender a fazer sua própria mamadeira e aprender a abrir um cadeado, tô ferrada KKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-7318518270502172253?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7318518270502172253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7318518270502172253' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7318518270502172253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7318518270502172253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeira-fuga.html' title='A PRIMEIRA FUGA!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SYMoU99C_SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iHUXXpPRKMQ/s72-c/Dsc00456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-809560052253261433</id><published>2009-01-25T11:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:50:41.209-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PÉROLAS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Semana passada chegamos de uma festa de aniversário, mas a Laura ainda tinha energia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ela foi pra cima do pai brincar de cavalinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ele estava de barriga pra cima e ela pulando, já acertando as partes baixas dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Émerson: "Ah filha, como você vai ganhar um irmãozinho pulando desse jeito no papai?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laura: "O Papai Noel traz de pisente" .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-809560052253261433?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/809560052253261433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=809560052253261433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/809560052253261433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/809560052253261433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/prolas.html' title='PÉROLAS....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-2303056725053046402</id><published>2009-01-23T16:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:51:58.994-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RAÍZES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN7MEIumI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UXNkKSL7YgY/s1600-h/LAURA+E+SARA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294559622429456994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN7MEIumI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UXNkKSL7YgY/s320/LAURA+E+SARA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN7IZMUjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uTWDt0iZYCE/s1600-h/laurinha+-+carlos+eduardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294559621444031026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN7IZMUjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uTWDt0iZYCE/s320/laurinha+-+carlos+eduardo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN6rQlpII/AAAAAAAAAHY/EJlSoDTIYGk/s1600-h/laurinha+-+na+escola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294559613623313538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN6rQlpII/AAAAAAAAAHY/EJlSoDTIYGk/s320/laurinha+-+na+escola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN6TOXuAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Sx4nbUlgB0A/s1600-h/laurinha+-+niver+sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294559607171561474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN6TOXuAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Sx4nbUlgB0A/s320/laurinha+-+niver+sara.jpg" border="0" /&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/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN6XMCgBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yNBYrrZndUQ/s1600-h/laurinha+-amiguinhos+do+luanacristie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294559608235524114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN6XMCgBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yNBYrrZndUQ/s320/laurinha+-amiguinhos+do+luanacristie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoMZeXwZfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xCcn_x-3TC8/s1600-h/laurinha+-+niver+sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando criança, eu frequentava o jardim Bom Pastor e depois o Colégio Elias Moreira. Fiz ótimas amizades, que mantenho até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agora chegou a vez da minha filha criar raízes, com a escola, com os amiguinhos, com as famílias, assim como minha mãe me incentivava que eu aumentasse meu círculo de amizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ahhhhh o Jardim de Infância....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Laura adora o Jardim de infância dela: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luanacristie.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;www.luanacristie.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Falando nisso, em janeiro as crianças estão em atividades divertidas, pois a parte pedagógica começará apenas em fevereiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Assim, teve dia da pipoca, dia do teatrinho, dia do picolé, hoje é o dia do banho de mangueira!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No último dia de janeiro, será o dia da fantasia. Então, fui comprar fantasia pra Laura e achei as fantasias de princesas e fadas muito caras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sabe qual fantasia eu comprei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;De mulher morcego!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;OBS: As fotos que ilustram a página de hoje são fotos da Laura com seus amiguinhos de Jardim. Crianças lindas, espertase amáveis. Tenho certeza que trilharão pelo caminho correto nesta vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/2499952323625551263-2303056725053046402?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/2303056725053046402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=2303056725053046402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2303056725053046402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/2303056725053046402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/razes.html' title='RAÍZES'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXoN7MEIumI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UXNkKSL7YgY/s72-c/LAURA+E+SARA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4935994954550627083</id><published>2009-01-23T08:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:42:48.329-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PAC - Programa de Aceleração de Crescimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXmrV5zbqvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4MXEXp07MRs/s1600-h/laurinha+-olhaeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294451229732874994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXmrV5zbqvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4MXEXp07MRs/s400/laurinha+-olhaeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXmrVirpCcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/R3f--G3XeBE/s1600-h/laurinha+-+piscina+de+bolinhassofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294451223526181314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXmrVirpCcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/R3f--G3XeBE/s400/laurinha+-+piscina+de+bolinhassofia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Em 2008 ouvi os jornais e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;revistas&lt;/span&gt; falarem sobre o "PAC - Programa de Aceleração de Crescimento" que trata da economia nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Mas PAC pra mim me remete ao desenvolvimento da Laura! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus,apaga a luz! Como aquele bebê &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tãooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pequenininho&lt;/span&gt; cresceu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Ainda me lembro quando ela nasceu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PIG&lt;/span&gt; (pequena para a idade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gestacional&lt;/span&gt;), menos de 2,500 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quilos&lt;/span&gt;. E agora, corre, desce brinca e o mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;incrível&lt;/span&gt;... tem personalidade própria!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Essa semana tive que rir com alguns comentários dela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;- Mamãe, a boneca tá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dodói&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tadinha&lt;/span&gt; dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;- Mamãe, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quelo"&lt;/span&gt; um copo d'agua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando eu ouço essas palavras inesperadas caio na gargalhada! Se até ante ontem ela me pedia sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dedela&lt;/span&gt; (mamadeira), como ontem ela me pede um copo d'agua????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Ser mãe é realmente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;inexplicávelmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gratificante&lt;/span&gt;! É ser feliz com a felicidade alheia, torna a mulher melhor, mais generosa, preocupada com o mundo e sua cria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Adoro as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;risadinhas&lt;/span&gt; da Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;em baixo&lt;/span&gt; da coberta, bem como seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gritinhos&lt;/span&gt; de alegria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; corro atrás dela, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;brincando d&lt;/span&gt;e pega-pega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;E mais, como é bom ver o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt; de forma generosa, acreditar na simplicidade e beleza de uma pequena joaninha, de um passarinho que faz minha filha brilhar de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Enfim, estou adorando essa nova experiência. Sim, nova experiência, pois cada fase me remete às novas descobertas, sobre a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; e principalmente, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sobre&lt;/span&gt; mim!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;OBS: A menina que acompanha a Laura em uma das fotos, é a Sofia, sua amiguinha de Jardim de Infância.  Laura adora essa amiguinha e futuramente pretendo falar sobre ela e outros amiguinhos do Jardim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;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/2499952323625551263-4935994954550627083?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4935994954550627083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4935994954550627083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4935994954550627083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4935994954550627083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/pac-programa-de-acelerao-de-crescimento.html' title='PAC - Programa de Aceleração de Crescimento'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SXmrV5zbqvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4MXEXp07MRs/s72-c/laurinha+-olhaeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5504848742837224306</id><published>2009-01-20T15:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:34:52.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CRIANÇA COM FAROFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na minha infância e juventude, o verão era especial. Casa na praia, eu só retornava de lá no início das aulas.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acontece que a casa na Enseada São Francisco do Sul) foi vendida e alguns anos depois, o apartamento em Balneário de Piçarras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, o que me resta são três opções;&lt;br /&gt;1) Me hospedar na casa dos meus irmãos;&lt;br /&gt;2) Me hospedar em Hotel/Pousada;&lt;br /&gt;3) Farofar na praia;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem foi o dia da 3.ª opção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrumei uma super mega bolsa e fomos à praia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tinha me esquecido de como farofar é bom e complicado. Água, água de côco, bolachas, boné, protetor solar, bóias de braço, de cintura, baldinho, cadeiras, toalhas pra se enxugar e não molhar o banco do carro e ainda por cima, manter uma criança de dois anos na sombra no horário de sol forte. Mas foi bom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5504848742837224306?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5504848742837224306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5504848742837224306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5504848742837224306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5504848742837224306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/criana-com-farofa.html' title='CRIANÇA COM FAROFA'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5568834827582178542</id><published>2009-01-12T13:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:23:35.078-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SWtgV_vu8qI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MJzIvFVKvYQ/s1600-h/Imagem003+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290428118281941666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SWtgV_vu8qI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MJzIvFVKvYQ/s400/Imagem003+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando eu era pequena, um pouco maior que a Laura, recitava o seguinte versinho pro meu pai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Eu sou pequeninha, d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e perna grosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vestido curto, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;apai não gosta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E agora, diante dessa foto, a Laura vai recitar o quê pro pai dela??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5568834827582178542?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5568834827582178542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5568834827582178542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5568834827582178542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5568834827582178542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-eu-era-pequena-um-pouco-maior.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SWtgV_vu8qI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MJzIvFVKvYQ/s72-c/Imagem003+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-6653823861310308500</id><published>2008-12-19T08:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:11:46.782-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores Roubadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passei boa parte da minha primeira infância roubando flores do quintal alheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Naquela época, avistar uma bela flor me incitava a formar um pequeno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; para dar à minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ainda me lembro dela recebendo meus pequenos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ramalhetes&lt;/span&gt;... ela sempre elogiava a beleza das flores, agradecia e colocava na água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nesta segunda-feira, fui almoçar fora com minha mãe e minha filha. Já na saída do restaurante peguei as duas roubando flores dos vasos que enfeitavam o estacionamento do estabelecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fingi que não vi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Logo depois, veio a Laura me entregar tais flores. Ao receber, elogiei e agradeci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dizem&lt;/span&gt; que a fruta não cai longe da árvore....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/2499952323625551263-6653823861310308500?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/6653823861310308500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=6653823861310308500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6653823861310308500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/6653823861310308500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/12/flores-roubadas.html' title='Flores Roubadas'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8991953049272265734</id><published>2008-12-08T00:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:47:24.177-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>A APENDICITE versus APRESENTAÇÃO DA LAURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/STyXhBSchwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SwrcHi9cd-Y/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277259456908658434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/STyXhBSchwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SwrcHi9cd-Y/s400/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/STyWqMP_SdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pkrXzetibzk/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277258514958338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/STyWqMP_SdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pkrXzetibzk/s400/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/STyWAX1P5zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3wLnxnxpDxU/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257796512900914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/STyWAX1P5zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3wLnxnxpDxU/s400/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;A festa de confraternização da escolinha da Laura estava marcada para o dia 29.11.2008. Neste dia, a Laura apresentaria uma dança. O tema era Japão, aproveitando o projeto pedagógico das Olimpíadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Me preparei para este dia, aguardei ansiosa, contratei um profissional para as fotos e filmagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;No entanto, fui cometida por uma apendicite na véspera e tive que ser submetida à uma cirurgia de emergência. Apesar de já ter passado por 04 cirurgias (duas neurológicas, uma abdominal e cesárea), desta vez tive medo de morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Mesmo assim, falei pro Émerson manter a rotina da Laura, levá-la na apresentação, afinal, a Laura estava super empolgada e sempre era elogiada pela professora nos ensaios. Eu não poderia fazer isso com ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;No sábado, o Émerson me aparece na sala de recuperação cirúrgica com o vídeo da apresentação da Laura, ele chorava mais do que eu. Estava orgulhoso da filha, mas não deixaram a Laura entrar no Hospital, sob a alegação de que a direção não permite crianças de pouca idade circulando pelo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Laura ficou na recepção, me esperando, ainda fantasiada de gueix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a... foi embora sem me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Hoje em frente ao DVD, eu e ela fizemos sua coreografia (que limita-se a abanar o leque e bater palmas kkkk), mas pelo menos, recuperamos o que foi perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Ah, as fotos postadas acima, são dela na recepção do hospital, aguardando a autorização para me visitar, que não foi concedida! O vídeo abaixo é da apresentação. A Laura é a menina do centro com leque na mão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8055dc124e02c91c" 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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8055dc124e02c91c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330380915%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D17526FFFF44470A488BB54FDFAE309A7326A6.71B11C4D6100945B5012CF98112C48790C5BBB9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8055dc124e02c91c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhSpuZT9xY1jakmTLj8Uh2EXtSYg&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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8055dc124e02c91c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330380915%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18D17526FFFF44470A488BB54FDFAE309A7326A6.71B11C4D6100945B5012CF98112C48790C5BBB9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8055dc124e02c91c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhSpuZT9xY1jakmTLj8Uh2EXtSYg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-8991953049272265734?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8055dc124e02c91c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8991953049272265734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8991953049272265734' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8991953049272265734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8991953049272265734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/12/apendicite-versus-apresentao-da-laura.html' title='A APENDICITE versus APRESENTAÇÃO DA LAURA'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/STyXhBSchwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SwrcHi9cd-Y/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7516376492128612950</id><published>2008-11-12T17:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:40:37.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACEITO FIADO - Fabrício Carpinejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que podemos deixar aos filhos? O que fará um filho acreditar na vida mais do que a gente acreditava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não devemos prevenir as crianças com o nosso ceticismo. São frases que retiramos da primeira gaveta do medo: “Não insiste”, “Quebrará a cara”, “Não vale a pena”, “Não dará resultado”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimismo não é sinônimo de inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há papo mais chato do que de ex-petista, ex-fumante, ex-seminarista, ex-carnívoro, ex-fanático por futebol, ex-marido, ex-mulher, ex-pecador? Além de arrependidos, mostram-se curados do passado. Insuportáveis com suas lições empíricas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articulam acrobacias com a língua para desfiar seu rosário de decepções. São imbuídos da missão sagrada de alertar aos colegas e amigos dos horrores de suas vivências. Evangelistas do apocalipse, pregam suas conversões com a capa preta do diário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaldiçoam a divergência. Numa conversa, vão desconsiderar qualquer opinião diferente da sua com uma ameaça: "Você ainda vai entender!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o ciúme da fé. Temos que extrair a fé do próximo, para não sentirmos falta da nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer não pode eliminar a esperança. Sofrimento sem esperança é masoquismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a trajetória não saiu conforme planejamos (e nunca sai), não significa que a nossa prole mereça seguir o nosso descrédito. Prefiro alguém que seja bem crédulo a outro que somente destrói as opiniões com seus testemunhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingenuidade é sabedoria. Precisamos preservar as ilusões. Sou favorável a mais ilusões, menos realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual será o ânimo de um adolescente para retirar seu título eleitoral se os pais falam sempre que todos os políticos são corruptos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A infância é cheia de miragens. Saudade do tempo em que não enxergava. Na cegueira, a imaginação - pelo menos - avançava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que posso transmitir aos meus filhos é uma história de amor. Assim mesmo, bem sentimental. De legado, nada é mais precioso do que uma história de amor. Que os casais tenham se amado mais do que vivido. Contem como os dois se encontraram: as coincidências, a atração, a resistência, as gafes, os alumbramentos. Não poupem detalhes. Sejam babacas, mas que permitam que seus filhos sejam românticos. Dêem a eles a mesma chance que vocês tiveram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha filha nunca cansou de me perguntar: "Por que você se separou de minha mãe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicava ponto por ponto que a paixão acabou, que começamos a brigar por bobagens, que já não nos entendíamos, que foi melhor assim, senão ela teria que crescer sob um permanente temporal. Segui a receita psicológica de expor a verdade para os filhos. De não esconder nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui um idiota. A pergunta era outra, e me escapou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela procurava saber: "Você amou minha mãe? Como foi a história de vocês?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que posso fazer pelos meus filhos é não estragar a fé deles. É minha herança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fabriciocarpinejar.blogger.com.br/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-7516376492128612950?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7516376492128612950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7516376492128612950' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7516376492128612950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7516376492128612950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/11/aceito-fiado-fabrcio-carpinejar-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-40644627991168061</id><published>2008-10-31T16:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:56:52.735-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>Rompantes Consumista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SQtUEyrgM5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JclcTHuup64/s1600-h/tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263393030813004690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SQtUEyrgM5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JclcTHuup64/s400/tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Hoje fui às Lojas Americanas comprar Fraldas Pampers, já que no Angeloni custa R$ 30,00 e lá 16,00. Bom, economizei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, aproveitei e comprei a nova fralda descartável Huggies &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt; com edição limitada! Tão linda pro verão!!! Comprei e lá se foi a diferença da economia kkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, como a Livraria Curitiba fica ao lado, resolvi comprar um livrinho pra Laura e acabei comprando 03! Ela adora tanto que os que ela tem estão estropiados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, ela sempre cuida muito bem dos brinquedos dela, bem cuidadosa mesmo, mas como o livro é muito folheado, acaba se estropiando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí comprei 03 livros bem legais, do tipo que ela gosta (livro meio brinquedo, sabe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse ínterim, comprei um caderno com figuras pra desenhar. Contudo, lembrei que o Giz de cera que eu comprei no 1,99 era tão forreca, que era "seco" desenhava pouco, comprei um da Faber Castell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí vi caneta de pintar rosto, comprei pra gente. Vamos nos divertir muito KKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a cestinha cheia, pensei, tanta coisa pra Laura e eu nada! Ora, sou mãe, mas também sou gente. Escolhi um livro que eu queria ler faz tempo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;RESULTADO: R$ 120,00 paus na livraria Curitiba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me dá até um nervoso em pensar que fiz isso KKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-40644627991168061?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/40644627991168061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=40644627991168061' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/40644627991168061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/40644627991168061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/10/rompantes-consumista.html' title='Rompantes Consumista'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SQtUEyrgM5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JclcTHuup64/s72-c/tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-8409995632781557358</id><published>2008-10-28T13:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:27:30.458-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGAGEM COLETIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SQcuvpiCb8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HtL_xLSKJNM/s1600-h/blogagem+coletiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226085743062978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SQcuvpiCb8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HtL_xLSKJNM/s400/blogagem+coletiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aderi a campanha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Espero que dia 19 de novembro tenhamos um número expressivo de blogueiras falando sobre o mesmo assunto: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BATER EM CRIANÇA É COVARDIA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;É isso aí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mudando conceitos e incentivando mudanças em favor das crianças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-8409995632781557358?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/8409995632781557358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=8409995632781557358' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8409995632781557358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/8409995632781557358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogagem-coletiva.html' title='BLOGAGEM COLETIVA'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SQcuvpiCb8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HtL_xLSKJNM/s72-c/blogagem+coletiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-65748140372359539</id><published>2008-10-16T09:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:02:22.226-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>Méda, méda, méda!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPfT8AJdA5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YA6qf5uZIyw/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257904117763605394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPfT8AJdA5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YA6qf5uZIyw/s400/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPfTeGqjmFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qfo0cy83lCA/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257903604116985938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPfTeGqjmFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qfo0cy83lCA/s400/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;O Publicitário Washington Olivetto (leia-se W Brasil) está lançando o livro "O primeiro a gente nunca esquece" . Dedicado à Antônia, sua filha de quatro anos, que, segundo o pai, "ainda vai ter o seu primeiro sutiã", a obra é uma compilação com citações de personalidades - como Pelé, Antônio Fagundes, Ayrton Senna, Elio Gaspari - que já usaram o conceito do título do comercial em diferentes épocas e para falar de vários assuntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Na minha singela opinião Washington Olivetto deveria acrescentar um capítulo à parte, sobre o primeiro palavrão dos nossos filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Pois bem, semana passada eu estava no meu quarto junto com a Laura, trabalhando ao computador e pensando alto. De repente e sem querer soltei um "merda".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Laura imediatamente olhou pra mim e disse: &lt;em&gt;Méda, méda, méda&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Tentei segurar o riso e fazer cara feia, mas não consegui! Caí na gargalhada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Esta semana a babá da Laura disse "&lt;em&gt;merda&lt;/em&gt;" e a Laura imediatamente repetiu: &lt;em&gt;Méda, méda, méda&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;É muito engraçado eu confesso. Confesso até que soa bonitinho vindo de uma criança inigualavelmente bonitinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;O problema é que parece que a Laura tem radar. Milhares de palavras que ela não sabe o seu significado poderiam ser palavrão para ela. Por exemplo, qual a diferença entre as palavras "&lt;em&gt;parafuso&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;carburador&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;cometa&lt;/em&gt;" e "&lt;em&gt;astronauta&lt;/em&gt;" para a Laura? Nenhuma. Todas estas palavras são incompreensíveis para ela. Mas se dito ela não as repete. Então como ela sabe que "&lt;em&gt;merda&lt;/em&gt;" é um palavrão? Como????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;O pior é que ontem ela olhou pra mim e disse: &lt;em&gt;Méda, méda, méda&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;E eu fingi que não ouvi! Não ri, não fiquei brava, enfim, não esbocei reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Psicologia reversa nela sempre dá bons resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PSICOLOGIA REVERSA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não leia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Se eu te dissesse: "Não leia!" certamente você ficaria com mais vontade de ler. E se já leu até aqui, então minha estratégia foi boa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso é a psicologia reversa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exemplo: Ao invés de incentivar, você diz para uma pessoa para ela desistir de tentar algo, pois ela não vai conseguir. Porém, sua intenção para com essa pessoa é exatamente o oposto, que ela se esforce ainda mais em continuar tentando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-65748140372359539?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/65748140372359539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=65748140372359539' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/65748140372359539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/65748140372359539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/10/mda-mda-mda.html' title='Méda, méda, méda!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPfT8AJdA5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YA6qf5uZIyw/s72-c/DSC00433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7915338629550161581</id><published>2008-10-13T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:48:54.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o dia das crianças....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPPQLitnSTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_44qcZFbmJM/s1600-h/DCP_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256774086786763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPPQLitnSTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_44qcZFbmJM/s400/DCP_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitivamente, cada vez mais eu me questiono como mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À uma, comprei o primeiro presente dela dia 01.10. 2008. Aproveitei o recebimento do salário e comprei um bebê da estrela. Dei pra ela no mesmo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À duas, não satisfeita porque acredito que presente tem que ser dado na data, semana passada comprei um jogo de panelinhas e cafezinho, para nós duas fazermos comidinhas pra dita boneca. Dei pra ela no mesmo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À três, ainda revoltadíssima com a situação e sabendo que minha filha adora passarinhos, eu e meu marido compramos uma “casinha de passarinho”. Isto é, uma pequena toca de madeira com local para alpiste para que os pássaros livres ali pousem, descansem, se alimente antes de uma nova revoada. Compramos na véspera do dia das crianças e demos pra ela no mesmo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: Dia das crianças sem presente surpresa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À quatro, teve dia da fantasia na escola e a Laura foi como? De uniforme.&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito que deixei passar batido Esta data seria tão importante para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro o quanto era constrangedor quando minha mãe me mandava de uniforme em datas festivas, e eu fiz o mesmo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Imperdoável, Fabiana, imperdoável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À cinco, entrei em crise existencial. A Laura passou o Domingo me chamando de “Pábi”, leia-se “Fabi”.&lt;br /&gt;Com exceção dos momentos de urgência, emergência e manha, ela passou o dia me chamando pelo nome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isso foi imperdoável, minha filha, imperdoável.&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/2499952323625551263-7915338629550161581?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7915338629550161581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7915338629550161581' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7915338629550161581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7915338629550161581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/10/sobre-o-dia-das-crianas.html' title='Sobre o dia das crianças....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SPPQLitnSTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_44qcZFbmJM/s72-c/DCP_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-493731145933831995</id><published>2008-09-24T08:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:50:45.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A EVOLUÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SNoorOZ0bmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p_wK7ui0asE/s1600-h/368394g.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249553038719610466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SNoorOZ0bmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p_wK7ui0asE/s400/368394g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SITUAÇÃO 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Laura apontando pro pacote de bolachas: "&lt;em&gt;Mamãe, abre&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu abro e falo: "&lt;em&gt;Sim filha, a mãe abre&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela olha feliz para o pacote aberto e diz: "&lt;em&gt;Abriu&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vocês notaram? Ela conjugou o verbo! Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SITUAÇÃO 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A F5 tem um brinquedo da Fisher Price que ganhou no seu aniversário de 01 ano do Tio Zéca. O presente é uma Bolsa de Blocos Pop-Onz, enfim pequenos blocos de montar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Esta semana ela colocou uma peça em cima da outra e no seu pico, uma bandeirinha vermelha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fiquei deslumbranda com sua percepção sobre o brinquedo. Notaram a grande façanha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ela construiu uma torre!&lt;/span&gt; &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/2499952323625551263-493731145933831995?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/493731145933831995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=493731145933831995' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/493731145933831995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/493731145933831995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/09/evoluo.html' title='A EVOLUÇÃO'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SNoorOZ0bmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p_wK7ui0asE/s72-c/368394g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-3613966944589946330</id><published>2008-09-17T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:51:03.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A herança dos cabelos cacheados!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Criança de cabelos cacheados é linda! Mal sabe ela que irá levar esse mal grado pro resto da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vamos e convenhamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Qual pessoa com classe que mantém seu cabelo cacheado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Apesar de tantas atrizes famosas, quais preservam as madeixas encaracoladas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Neste momento só me vem à cabeça a Maria Fernanda Cândido e a Ana Paula Arósio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sinto muito pela Susy Rêgo por aderir aos cabelos chapados. Ainda me lembro do seu cabelo exuberante quando estrelava na novela Top Model. Lamento pela atitude a Susy Rêgo, e da Patrícia França também! Lamento mais ainda pela declaração da Angélica ao dizer que o cabelo dela não é crespo, mas sim que fazia permanente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cá entre nós, sempre me irritei com minha mãe mandando eu pentear o cabelo, por dois motivos: 1) Eu havia acabado de penteá-lo; 2) Cabelo cacheado não se penteia, sob o risco de virar uma cachopa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E a Laura veio de cabelos cacheados! É tão linda....e tem o cabelo tão desorganizadamente desalinhados, libertos e ao vento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Entendam, não adianta eu pentear, logo eles ficarão desalinhados novamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Também não ficarei fazendo cachos artificiais quando não houver nenhum evento especial como casamento e aniversário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quero que a Laura se ame, ame seus cabelos e se aceite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que não tenha traumas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nem de cabelo crespo, peito pequeno, bunda chata ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se ao invés, ela crescer tão deslumbrante como é agora, criança, quero que ela não se vanglorie por lindos cabelos, seios perfeitos, corpo de sereia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Espero que ela apenas se ame, se respeite e respeite ao próximo. É pedir demais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Em tempo, a Laura adora esse vídeo do Shampoo Johnson's Baby para cabelos cacheados! : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=gD5WLAVlRQg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=gD5WLAVlRQg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ó o cachinho... toim toim... Eu nasci com cabelo enroladinho, um monte de cachinho na cachola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oi toim ... A água do chuveiro cai na cabeleira, cachoeira... vem me molhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chuá chuá... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gostoso pra chuchu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chuá Chuá ...Ouié&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Banho de cabelo cachea do sempre tem um cafuné!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Toim toim toim toim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-3613966944589946330?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3613966944589946330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=3613966944589946330' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3613966944589946330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3613966944589946330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/09/herana-dos-cabelos-cacheados.html' title='A herança dos cabelos cacheados!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-934794740281717809</id><published>2008-09-14T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:41:21.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficou mais fácil....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Após o trauma de gerar uma vida e ter a responsabilidade de tornar a Laura uma cidadã solidária e consciente do mundo em que vive, definitivamente, ficou mais fácil criar a F5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Agora ela fala inúmeras palavrinhas e ousa pequenas frases. Cada vez mais entende o que lhe é dito (embora não obedeça) e é intensamente doce e alegre. Ela me diverte, me faz rir das suas pequenas descobertas, tão pequenas mas tão vitais ao seu crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Estou casa vez mais feliz e realizada com a maternidade, pois se antes, eu jamais me imaginava nessa situação, hoje sei que minha vida jamais faria sentido se não fosse a presença da minha filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enfim, me questiono como é possível amar tão intensamente esse pedaço de gente????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RAPIDINHAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1) Estou morta de azia e o bicarbonato de sódio acabou. Alguém tem uma receita caseira para acabar com a azia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2) A Laura voltou à sua rotina antiga, ou seja, voltou a dormir tarde. O pai dela agradece, eu estou começando a arrancar os cabelos rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3) "Vem naná, mamãe!" Tem coisa mais doce do que escutar isso? Eu deito na cama com ela e esmago, aperto e encho de cosquinhas hahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4) Continuo me sentindo muito mal, cansada e apática. Dia 01 de Agosto acaba a carência do meu plano de saúde e poderei fazer meus 22 exames solicitados pela médica endocrinologista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5) Final de semana, aniversário do Nicolas! Foi muito bom rever minhas amigas Débora e Denise! Pena que no final a Laura começou a ficar chatinha, nem a cama elástica a animava mais, então fomos para casa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6) Eu e o Émerson queríamos casar! Pensamos em algo diferente, uma comemoração em forma de Lual, frores na cabeça e pés descalços! Mas em tempo de contenção de despesas como festejar dessa forma sem a utilização de um hotel como "apoio" para a festa para mesas, copos, iluminação, cardápio? Preciso amadurecer essa idéia..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7) "Mãe, manhêêêê, ô mamãeeeeeeee, mãe, mãe, mãe" Laura me chama assim, toda impaciente, repetindo a palavra mãe em alto e bom tom sem sessar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8) Estou pecando em não tirar tantas fotos da Laura como antes, mas é que agora, me faltas as pilhas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9) Estou com desejo de comer uma caranguejada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-934794740281717809?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/934794740281717809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=934794740281717809' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/934794740281717809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/934794740281717809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/09/ficou-mais-fcil.html' title='Ficou mais fácil....'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5978800185923170706</id><published>2008-09-10T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:18:49.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas do peito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu tenho amigas do peito, que moram no infinito do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se elas soubessem o quanto as amo e o quanto as quero bem, talvez recordassem de mim com o mesmo carinho que recordo delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Este final de semana que passou fui ao casamento de uma grande amiga Mariana. Nos conhecemos em 1996 quando passei no curso de Direito e fui cursá-lo na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UNISUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Morei numa república e Mariana também era moradora daquela casa! Éramos 05! Dividimos emoções, tristezas, muitos risos, segredos, cumplicidade. Enfim, tive o privilégio de passar um momento especial da minha vida ao lado de pessoas especiais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E 12 anos depois, lá estava eu, na cidade do Ermo (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SC&lt;/span&gt;) com 4.000 habitantes, passando frio sob forte vento polar vendo Mariana entrar igreja adentro, sobre o tapete vermelho e sob um lindo véu branco. Talvez ela tenha sido uma das noivas mais bonitas que já vi, talvez este tenha sido o casamento que mais me emocionei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por que o tempo passa e não volta mais, só segue em frente e eu não sou mais aquela jovem de 19 anos na faculdade dividindo seu tempo mágico com suas amigas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas o tempo segue em frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lá estávamos eu e meu marido (namorado já do tempo de faculdade), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e Fábio, minha outra amiga de república que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; casou com seu namorado da época. Eles eram padrinhos de casamento e levaram a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luiza&lt;/span&gt;, sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;filhinha&lt;/span&gt; de 02 anos e meio&lt;/span&gt;. A Adriana, nossa outra amiga de república me ligou dizendo que não poderia comparecer pois era festa de aniversário do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;filhinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Concluindo.... Se eu pensar positivo, lá estávamos todas nós, juntas! Sim juntas! Se não todas presentes, todas em pensamentos (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; não esqueci de você não viu?) passando por outra fase, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;drasticamente&lt;/span&gt; diferente no que tange às responsabilidades diárias, mas igualmente mágica, pois seria injusta em falar que criar a Laura não seja fascinante. Ela é minha vida, meu orgulho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;De outro lado e falando em filhos, eu não poderia deixar de dizer que minhas amigas do Orkut que também tiveram seus filhos em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fevereiro&lt;/span&gt; de 2007 são &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;especias&lt;/span&gt;! Com elas divido minhas angústias e experiências desde a gravidez. Amo cada mamãe e cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;filhinho&lt;/span&gt; de lá! E confesso que algumas delas fazem uma diferença enorme na minha vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essas lindas amigas virtuais conseguem transformar meu dia em dias melhores, são amparo, são ombro e são espelhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;privilegiada, tenho certeza disso&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5978800185923170706?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5978800185923170706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5978800185923170706' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5978800185923170706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5978800185923170706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/09/amigas-do-peito.html' title='Amigas do peito'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-1491213485192957628</id><published>2008-09-02T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:14:12.524-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SL2B7tt65GI/AAAAAAAAADw/pLRp3pw6oGk/s1600-h/CAIJCHMN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241488404213589090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SL2B7tt65GI/AAAAAAAAADw/pLRp3pw6oGk/s320/CAIJCHMN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o seguinte...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Laura já me avisa quando quer fazer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xixi&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cocô&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então eu comecei a colocar ela no vaso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ela gosta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O problema é que ela pede, tiro a calça, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fraldinha&lt;/span&gt; coloco ela no vaso, ela senta, finge que fez alguma coisa e pede pra descer, tiro ela, ela dá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tchau&lt;/span&gt; pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cocô&lt;/span&gt; fantasma, puxamos a descarga feliz da vida sorrindo pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cocô&lt;/span&gt; inexistente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela dá dois passos e faz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cocô&lt;/span&gt; na calça! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHUPA ESSA MANGA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OBS&lt;/span&gt;: Preciso comprar um adaptador de vaso sanitário pra ela. Comprar, comprar, comprar, será que não dá pra viver sem usar essa palavra? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-1491213485192957628?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/1491213485192957628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=1491213485192957628' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1491213485192957628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/1491213485192957628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-seguinte.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SL2B7tt65GI/AAAAAAAAADw/pLRp3pw6oGk/s72-c/CAIJCHMN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-3500098271132351313</id><published>2008-08-31T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:40:31.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NADA DE FESTA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SLtvuiT0C1I/AAAAAAAAADo/G3p6xSMqcOM/s1600-h/ANIVERSÃRIO+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905436650277714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SLtvuiT0C1I/AAAAAAAAADo/G3p6xSMqcOM/s400/ANIVERS%C3%81RIO+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Adorei ter feito a festa de 01 ano da Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Curti escolher o tema e escolher a casa de festas. Planejei tudo com muito carinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Em outubro do ano passado fechei contrato, paguei em duas vezes: novembro e dezembro. Em janeiro paguei as lembrancinhas e fevereiro os centos de docinhos, salgadinhos e bebidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No dia da festa, a decoração estava linda! A família reunida, amei. As crianças curtiram todos os brinquedos, desde as piscinas de bolinhas à pista de dança!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Obviamente, eu já estava planejando a festa de aniversário de 02 anos da Laura. Mais óbvio ainda, em proporções maiores com o tema&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sapo Keroppe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boneca de Pano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mas numa conversa com meu marido este final de semana, resolvemos não fazer mais festa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Acontece que meu carro está indo mensalmente ao mecânico. Já pensou se o motor do Golf der um problema mais sério ou deixar de oferecer segurança pra nós????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ficou decidido que no início do ano trocaremos de carro. Talvez eu realize meu sonho de ser proprietária de um Honda Civic Hidramático, mas para tanto, adeus festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Puxa vida... eu já estava com um pré-orçamento de um milheiro de balas personalizadas de uma empresa paulistana. Mas, apesar do coração cortado, sei que é para o nosso bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas tudo bem, considerando que a Laura faz aniversário todo o ano, não faltarão oportunidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapidinha sobre a Laura 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Minha filha aprendeu a contar! Mas acontece que ela deve ter vocação para cientista, engenheira ou astronauta, já que ela conta em PA e PG : "doix", "cato", "ôto", "catoze".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapidinha sobre a Laura 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Acho que ela está aprendendo o conceito de uma palavra tão simples, mas tão odiada por ela, que é a palavra "NÃO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapidinha sobre mim:&lt;/strong&gt; Após quase 05 anos sem férias no escritório, eu não aguento mais! Literalmente, estou cansada, desanimada e no meu limite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/2499952323625551263-3500098271132351313?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/3500098271132351313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=3500098271132351313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3500098271132351313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/3500098271132351313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/nada-de-festa.html' title='NADA DE FESTA!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SLtvuiT0C1I/AAAAAAAAADo/G3p6xSMqcOM/s72-c/ANIVERS%C3%81RIO+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-302502056069879667</id><published>2008-08-24T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:16:34.654-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos educativos pais e filhos'/><title type='text'>EROTIZAÇÃO PRECOCE - O SEXO COMO PRODUTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SLH5UpTmEkI/AAAAAAAAADg/ybtRaTuuT7I/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238241974689337922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SLH5UpTmEkI/AAAAAAAAADg/ybtRaTuuT7I/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Há algum tempo, as bandas de axé arrastavam legiões de espectadores com uma mistura de melodias contagiantes, dançarinas com pouquíssima roupa e coreografias sensuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Crianças que ainda nem sabiam falar já usavam roupas sensuais e imitavam as famosas coreografias de se abaixar na boca da garrafa ou de remexer a bundinha. Logo depois chegou a mania do funk, cujas letras de música, absolutamente impróprias para crianças, reforçavam a vulgarização do sexo e a banalização da relação afetiva entre homem e mulher. Os programas de auditório, exibidos durante as tardes de domingo, entrevistam modelos que posaram nuas em revistas masculinas. Cenas de sexo em novelas, beijos quentes em propagandas de refrigerante: o sexo é vendido como produto e virou atração indispensável na hipnose exercida pela mídia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;A erotização precoce nada mais é do que um fenômeno gerado pelas situações descritas acima, de acionamento dos impulsos sexuais, muitas vezes de maneira inadequada à idade, conduzindo a criança a entrar no mundo sexual adulto muito cedo, atropelando fases do desenvolvimento e prejudicando o processo de aprendizagem afetiva dos pequenos. Ou seja, a sexualidade, entendida como elemento presente em todos os estágios de desenvolvimento do indivíduo, acaba sendo desviada para o erótico, o excitante, o sensual, quando na realidade deveria ser canalizada para a construção das emoções, das relações sociais, da experimentação de papéis e do desenvolvimento da afetividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;O fator que mais influencia para que a erotização precoce aconteça é a dinâmica familiar desequilibrada e a falta de limites nas atividades diárias das crianças. A TV (principalmente novelas), a internet, os videogames, as músicas com letras de má qualidade, as propagandas abusivas e a falta de monitoramento por parte dos pais, aliada à ausência de uma noção de lazer mais saudável, mostram uma realidade desastrosa. De acordo com dados do Painel Nacional de Televisão do Instituto Brasileiro de Opinião Pública e Estatística (Ibope), que mede a audiência nas principais capitais brasileiras, em 2005 o brasileiro passou, em média, cinco horas em frente à televisão e as crianças na faixa etária entre 4 e 11 anos, dedicaram 4 horas e 51 minutos diários aos programas televisivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Dá para evitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Partindo da idéia de que a criança aprende e desenvolve sua personalidade baseada na dinâmica da família, nos exemplos das pessoas de convivência mais próxima e nos limites estabelecidos pelos responsáveis por ela, a tarefa para evitar tal fenômeno é sua, pai e mãe. Culpar a mídia que produz porcarias ou criticar o governo que não controla ou não pune de maneira eficaz os meios de comunicação não são atitudes que promovem mudança. A realidade é outra.Os pais são os únicos que podem estabelecer disciplina e filtrar o que entra em casa e na vida dos filhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Censurar certos programas de TV, monitorar o uso da internet e selecionar brinquedos podem ajudar, e muito, para uma vida mais tranqüila e menos influenciável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Além de tudo isso, se cada cidadão emitisse sua opinião enviando cartas ou e-mails para as empresas responsáveis pela veiculação de imagens ou materiais inadequados à criança o combate à erotização precoce seria potencializado. Mas não se esqueça: a melhor ação ainda é o limite estabelecido no lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Limites, sim, mas com bom senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Comece a assistir com olhos críticos aos programas televisivos. Novelas, noticiários e propagandas são fontes perigosas de erotização precoce e violência, criando necessidades e induzindo a comportamentos indesejáveis. Você não precisa proibir a TV. O bom senso deve estar presente nos limites estabelecidos pelos pais. Se o tempo dedicado à televisão está atrapalhando ou superando o tempo de convivência familiar, alguma coisa está errada.Para facilitar o controle do conteúdo ao qual a criança tem acesso, mantenha os televisores e computadores em locais de circulação da casa, jamais no quarto dos filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Mesmo que a internet seja utilizada para pesquisa escolar, a criança não precisa ficar isolada no quarto. Além do acompanhamento constante dos pais, existem ferramentas de filtragem que dificultam o acesso a páginas com conteúdo proibido ou inadequado às crianças. Informe-se sobre isso. Não perca tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;É possível programar o computador para desligar em horários estabelecidos pelo usuário. Se você estipular como regra da casa desligar o computador às 20 horas, a máquina fará o serviço sozinha. A famosa frase “só mais um pouquinho” não terá mais sentido e a criança irá aprender a finalizar suas atividades virtuais no horário certo. Descubra formas de lazer alternativas: jogos, passeios, exposições, piqueniques, momentos agradáveis em família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Não adianta proibir ou diminuir o horário de uso da televisão e internet se você não proporciona outras atividades prazerosas para seu filho. Os pequenos precisam da iniciativa dos pais para descobrir outras formas mais saudáveis de diversão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Discernimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Não incentive atitudes erotizadas que a criança venha a reproduzir: danças sensuais, piadas, roupas insinuantes. Tome cuidado com letras de músicas que incentivam a prática da violência, traição, mentira, desvalorização dos sexos, uso de drogas. Diversifique o repertório musical na sua casa e deixe à disposição dos pequenos uma variedade de canções educativas e de músicas de qualidade. Assista a alguns programas junto com seu filho e ajude-o a discernir os aspectos positivos e negativos. Sua criança precisa desenvolver o senso crítico para saber fazer escolhas com autonomia e bom senso.E lembre-se: crianças que convivem com formas de lazer saudáveis e aproveitam o tempo de maneira produtiva dificilmente serão influenciadas a seguir os modelos duvidosos da mídia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte: &lt;a href="http://diganaoaerotizacaoinfantil.wordpress.com/2008/06/21/erotizacao-precoce-o-sexo-como-produto/"&gt;http://diganaoaerotizacaoinfantil.wordpress.com/2008/06/21/erotizacao-precoce-o-sexo-como-produto/&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/2499952323625551263-302502056069879667?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/302502056069879667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=302502056069879667' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/302502056069879667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/302502056069879667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/erotizao-precoce-o-sexo-como-produto.html' title='EROTIZAÇÃO PRECOCE - O SEXO COMO PRODUTO'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SLH5UpTmEkI/AAAAAAAAADg/ybtRaTuuT7I/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5688973841762233948</id><published>2008-08-14T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:41:38.982-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>A Laura é de quem????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SKSy36XS6cI/AAAAAAAAADY/4JmTQxUE0sg/s1600-h/jeanne+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234505340540873154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SKSy36XS6cI/AAAAAAAAADY/4JmTQxUE0sg/s320/jeanne+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem a noite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Laura é da vó?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Laura:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe repetiu:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A Laura é da vó?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Laura:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daí entra eu toda metida....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então a Laura é da mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Laura:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu indignada:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Então a Laura é de quem?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Laura:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Tuta&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Tuta é a babá que cuida dela nas terças e sextas-feiras)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje continuamos a brincadeira....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A Laura é da mamãe? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Bobó&lt;/em&gt; (entende-se vovó)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não muito conformada:&lt;br /&gt;-Então a Laura é do papai?!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Nãooooo, da Nana&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Nana é minha irmã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quem é a garota da foto comemorando seu 1.º aniversário em 1978????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5688973841762233948?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5688973841762233948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5688973841762233948' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5688973841762233948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5688973841762233948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/laura-de-quem.html' title='A Laura é de quem????'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SKSy36XS6cI/AAAAAAAAADY/4JmTQxUE0sg/s72-c/jeanne+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-7956333130528689263</id><published>2008-08-11T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:07:47.693-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>Uniforme é bom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Só entendi o verdadeiro valor e função do uniforme depois que passei da idade de usá-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(O quer não é muito estranho de se esperar de mim kkk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pois bem, a Laura começou a frequentar o berçário logo após o término da minha licença maternidade. Não adotei o uniforme desde o início porque não há numeração para bebês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, passado mais de um ano, notei que todos os seus amiguinhos usavam uniforme, mesmo minha F5, foi quando resolvi comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que ela é a F5 uniformizada mais linda do jardim de infância? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Aos meus olhos, claro.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão bom, melhor coisa que eu fiz. Nossa, como economiza roupa. O tecido é fácil de lavar e secar, percebi que quando eu mostro o uniforme pra ela ela sabe que é hora de ir à "escola", fora que, segunda a pedagoga, o uniforme serve para criar um vínculo entre as crianças e a intituição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Será que esse negócio de "vínculo" é lorota?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que ela não usa mais roupas normais para ir ao mini-maternal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, ela já se "formou" no berçário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; percebo como a Laurinha tem roupas. Não vou conseguir usar todas esse mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAPIDINHA 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Esse final de semana levei a Laura para pular na cama elástica de&lt;/span&gt; novo. Meu marido está disposta a gastar R$ 1.500,00 e comprar uma pra ela. Disse que não vale a pena. à uma, não temos onde colocá-la. À duas, uma cama elástica profissional em casa, perde a graça, pois o gostoso é a expectativa do "quando".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAPIDINHA 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Laura está com febre, depois do trabalho e depois do eu dentista a levarei no médico. Hoje estou me sentindo péssima, pois deixei a minha filha em último lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAPIDINHA 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Ontem a Laura cismou de querer mamar em mim... Pô logo agora? Porque ela não pensou nisso quando tinha um mês de idade?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAPIDINHA 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Prometi para meus familiares e amigos tirar um retrato da Laura uniformizada. Mas a máquina digital quebrou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Não deixem de ler meu próximo post sobre "ser pobre é uma merda"! A primeira vez que economizei legal, veio uma série de gastos extras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAPIDINHA 5:&lt;/strong&gt; Às vezes me perguntam por quê eu chamo a Laura de F5. A expressão F5 é classificação de um tornado. Tornado é um fenômeno meteorológico formado por um pequeno e intenso redemoinho de vento resultante da baixa pressão atmosférica durante tempestades. Na classificação F5, este tornado chega ao chão arrasa tudo o que encontrar pela frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&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/2499952323625551263-7956333130528689263?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/7956333130528689263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=7956333130528689263' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7956333130528689263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/7956333130528689263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/uniforme-bom.html' title='Uniforme é bom!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4306825587518154445</id><published>2008-08-07T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:58:07.367-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>A saga da sandalinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SJuJhdWAFxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cHBehm7vrU4/s1600-h/hello2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231926600026560274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SJuJhdWAFxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cHBehm7vrU4/s320/hello2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Em Outubro do ano passado comprei uma sandália verde limão, marca Grandene, modelo "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello Kitty Klog Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" para a Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca gostei de comprar sapato maior do que o pé, mesmo sendo para crianças, então comprei de n.º 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o primeiro dia de uso, foi amor à primeira vista! A Laura se apaixonou perdidamente pela sandalinha! Aliás, ela adora sapatos, muito! Gosta de trocar de sapatos a todo o momento, o que pra mim, particularmente, é um saco! Haja paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, a sadalinha da Grandene, modelo "Hello Kitty Klog Baby" foi uma ótima aquisição, é macia, confortável e a Laura usou muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o problema. A sandalinha foi comprada em Outubro do ano passado. De lá até aqui, o pé dela já cresceu dois números, mas ela insiste em usar as sandalinhas apertadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não conseguindo mais ver minha filha insistir em usar tais sandálias apertadas, resolvi ir atrás de um novo par!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corri a cidade inteira e não encontrei um par de sandálias "Hello Kitty Klog Baby" sequer!  Escrevi para o SAC da empresa, mas não conseguiram me indicar quais os pontos de venda aqui em Joinville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando resolvi procurar o representante comercial da marca em SC. Mandei um e-mail e ele me respondei prontamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o sapatinho! Fiquei muito feliz, mal vi o preço e comprei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já em casa, deixei as benditas sandalinhas em cima da minha cama e chamei a Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela avistou, escutei uma sonora comemoração &lt;strong&gt;Êêêêêêêêêêêeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt; acompanhado de palminhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missão comprida! Nunca pensei que escutar um simples Êêêêêêêêêêêeeeeeeeeeeeee seria tão gratificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Agradecimentos a minha amiga Trícia que estava disposta a comprar em Belém do Pará e me mandar pelo correio. Esta &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;disposição em me ajudar é demonstrativo de uma amizade valiosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-4306825587518154445?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4306825587518154445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4306825587518154445' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4306825587518154445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4306825587518154445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/saga-da-sandalinha.html' title='A saga da sandalinha!'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SJuJhdWAFxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cHBehm7vrU4/s72-c/hello2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5694193877479709332</id><published>2008-08-04T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:52:56.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIÁRIO DE FINAL DE SEMANA</title><content type='html'>Acordamos cedo e cansados, após uma exaustiva noite de Unimed, pois a Laura estava com uma gripe fortíssima. Fomos às Lojas Americanas, compramos fraldas, uma boneca Emília para ela e o presente do Émerson para o dia dos pais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Laura dormimos a tarde inteira. Ainda bem que ela é boa de cama, assim como eu. À noite, fomos à casa do Carlos comemorar seu aniversário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOMINGO: 03.02.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Émerson e Laura fomos tomar café da manhã na padaria São José. A tarde a levei nas Lojas Havan e lá ela brincou na piscina de bolinha, cama elástica e outros brinquedos que não lembro o nome. Ela se divertiu muito! Quebrou a unha, ralou a ponta do nariz na lona da cama elástica, mas nem ligou. Ao contrário, estava feliz da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de toda essa bagunça, eu e a Laura dormimos até às 19h00 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao acordar resolvi arrumar algumas gavetas e armários (inspiração dada pela amiga Trícia. A Laura brincou mais um pouco e foi dormir às 02:00 da manhã! Tudo bem, é final de semana! Mas confesso que ela já estava me tirando do sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAPIDINHA 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Cisto seio esquerdo, cisto no ovário, novo mioma no útero, perebinha no pé, enjôos, excesso de peso, comemoro minha entrada no plano de saúde;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPIDINHA 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Peguei a gripe da Laura;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPIDINHA 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Me senti uma farmácia ambulante ao sair da Unimed na sexta, quer dizer, sábado, afinal já era de manhã. Todos os medicamentos prescritos eu tinha em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPIDINHA 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Comprei o uniforme da Laura! Ela vai ficar linda indo à escola uniformizada! Vou tirar muitos retratos, para os olhos lembrarem, se um dia meu coração esquecer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPIDINHA 5:&lt;/strong&gt; Novo semestre na faculdade, Já estou ansiosa em conhecer meus alunos;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5694193877479709332?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5694193877479709332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5694193877479709332' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5694193877479709332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5694193877479709332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/08/dirio-de-final-de-semana.html' title='DIÁRIO DE FINAL DE SEMANA'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-4124620807090085104</id><published>2008-07-25T10:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:22:41.596-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>MUNDO PARALELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SJO2nqB2iVI/AAAAAAAAACY/qh02H0MnMUY/s1600-h/universo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SJO2nqB2iVI/AAAAAAAAACY/qh02H0MnMUY/s320/universo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229724384720488786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de engravidar, jamais imaginei que existisse um mundo paralelo que não fosse o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava enganada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já na gravidez, descobri que o comércio para gestantes e bebês é intenso e fatura muito. Mas quando eu digo muito, é muito mesmo. Só depois da maternidade percebi que a Nestlé não fabrica apenas chocolates e afins, e é por isso que ela é uma empresa multinacional e multimilionária, pois mães compram NAN, papinhas, Mucilon etc etc etc. Do mesmo modo existe a indústria fonográfica: XSPB, Hi-5, Cocoricó entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travas, redutores, equipamentos de segurança para banho, banheiro, cantos, portas, carro, carrinhos, brinquedos para desenvolver a coordenação motora, campo visual, raciocínio lógico.... de muitas marcas umas confiáveis outras nem tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me lembro da minha infância com uma certa nostalgia. Brincar era muito mais divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Neste Natal, nossos presentes serão bicicletas pra sairmos em família. Já imaginaram a linda da Laura na cadeirinha passeando com a gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei comprando uns brinquedos em madeira e são os brinquedos que ela mais gosta!&lt;br /&gt;E se Deus assim desejar iremos brincar de muitas cisas saudáveis como amarelinha, passa-anel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lógico, não quero criar minha filha alienada, mas quero preservar sua infância, pois é um momento mágico cheio de descobertas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formiguinhas, borboletas, feijão no algodão, banho de chuva... tudo pode ser gostoso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-4124620807090085104?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/4124620807090085104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=4124620807090085104' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4124620807090085104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/4124620807090085104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/2008/07/mundo-paralelo.html' title='MUNDO PARALELO'/><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473384898140513891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/S-RE96lbi2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK-Ood3UD_E/S220/CAMBALHOTA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SJO2nqB2iVI/AAAAAAAAACY/qh02H0MnMUY/s72-c/universo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499952323625551263.post-5387300746072636289</id><published>2008-07-21T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:50:30.865-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de Laurinha'/><title type='text'>Nova velha infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SISFs-TSOiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RRMQRPt9Fg/s1600-h/zoo+laura+linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_UgmVflEDE/SISFs-TSOiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-RRMQRPt9Fg/s320/zoo+laura+linda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225448475341240866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era pequena, eu passava muito tempo olhando para o céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu avistava ou ouvia um avião, eu corria para o quintal, estendia os braços e gritava, acenando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oi aviãooooo, olha eu aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tchau aviãooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu moro perto da Polícia Militar de Joinville e então é comum a passagem de helicópteros aqui na região.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a Laura ouve o barulho do helicóptero, não é que ela corre pro quintal e acena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São laços de família...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499952323625551263-5387300746072636289?l=vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivendoeaprendendo-fabiana.blogspot.com/feeds/5387300746072636289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499952323625551263&amp;postID=5387300746072636289' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5387300746072636289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499952323625551263/posts/default/5387300746072636289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href
