<?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-5688043312614820375</id><updated>2012-02-08T10:09:28.940Z</updated><category term='Nomeações'/><category term='Namorados'/><category term='1 ano'/><category term='Papas'/><category term='Metro'/><category term='Feitio'/><category term='Verão'/><category term='Tradições'/><category term='Dicas'/><category term='2 anos e 8 meses'/><category term='Gripe A'/><category term='Manias'/><category term='Sexo'/><category term='Dez meses'/><category term='Barrigas do mesmo tempo'/><category term='Natal 2010'/><category term='Visitas'/><category term='Eu'/><category term='Oito meses'/><category 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6427771224219908105</id><published>2012-02-03T17:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T17:31:57.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UhPQ8BMCLY/TywZvFg2hbI/AAAAAAAACmg/HHsyA-6vP5s/s1600/mimi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UhPQ8BMCLY/TywZvFg2hbI/AAAAAAAACmg/HHsyA-6vP5s/s320/mimi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha filha tem uma nova paixão. Chama-se Mimi (nome escolhido por ela) e é uma Pastora Alemã bebé :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6427771224219908105?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6427771224219908105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6427771224219908105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6427771224219908105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6427771224219908105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2012/02/minha-filha-tem-uma-nova-paixao.html' title='Mimi'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UhPQ8BMCLY/TywZvFg2hbI/AAAAAAAACmg/HHsyA-6vP5s/s72-c/mimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5914211727983501749</id><published>2011-12-30T01:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:41:21.104Z</updated><title type='text'>O Nosso Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXrz_aUMHhg/Tv0RjaTeAHI/AAAAAAAACkY/pp-gKJGNe94/s1600/Desktop4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXrz_aUMHhg/Tv0RjaTeAHI/AAAAAAAACkY/pp-gKJGNe94/s320/Desktop4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi em família, com muita conversa, sorrisos e brincadeira pelo meio e com muita comida também. Tinha uma surpresa à espera dela, uma "casinha" só para por as cosias dela, a cozinha e as caminhas das bebés e ela adorou. Este ano as prendas foram muito contidas já que eles não ligam nem a metade daquilo que recebem pelo que optámos por oferecer (pais, avós e tio) exactamente aquilo que ela pediu na carta ao Pai Natal &amp;nbsp;(Casa e Escola das Barriguitas) que nessa noite apareceu mesmo, tenho pena do filme ter ficado tão escuro. De vez em quando o Pai Nata tocava uma sineta a avisar que estava perto, até que tocou a sineta e à campainha, entro pela porta de saco às costas, foi por as prendas no sapatinho, disse-lhe porta-te bem Inês, e foi à sua vida. Ela ainda que de longe (que nunca foi muito à bola com o Pai Natal) dizia "eu já não tenho medo dele, estás a ver?". Depois ficou chateada por ele não ter comido as bolachas e bebido o pacote de leite de chocolate que ela lhe preparou, mas lá explicamos que devia ter acabado de comer na casa de outro menino e não tinha fome, e ela aproveitou para comer e beber ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois das prendas abriu o Pai Natal grande de chocolate que andava desejosa de comer desde há 2 semanas e que ficou prometido que podia fazê-lo na noite de Natal :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi Bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5914211727983501749?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5914211727983501749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5914211727983501749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5914211727983501749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5914211727983501749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-nosso-natal.html' title='O Nosso Natal'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXrz_aUMHhg/Tv0RjaTeAHI/AAAAAAAACkY/pp-gKJGNe94/s72-c/Desktop4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-4978761693845960334</id><published>2011-12-19T12:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:56:20.462Z</updated><title type='text'>BUUUUUUU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E quando não quero tirar fotos faço estas carantonhas só para chatear a minha mãezinha!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHV8B7NvY10/Tu80L1ImRJI/AAAAAAAACkM/2egjPcA-M9Y/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHV8B7NvY10/Tu80L1ImRJI/AAAAAAAACkM/2egjPcA-M9Y/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5688043312614820375-4978761693845960334?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4978761693845960334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=4978761693845960334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4978761693845960334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4978761693845960334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/12/buuuuuuu.html' title='BUUUUUUU'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHV8B7NvY10/Tu80L1ImRJI/AAAAAAAACkM/2egjPcA-M9Y/s72-c/IMG_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6426378693026646354</id><published>2011-12-09T15:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:13:14.934Z</updated><title type='text'>A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE, A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE, A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE, A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE</title><content type='html'>É isto, a minha filha já toma xarope sem vomitar e sem parecer que estamos a filmar uma qualquer cena do poltergeist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6426378693026646354?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6426378693026646354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6426378693026646354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6426378693026646354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6426378693026646354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/12/minha-filha-ja-toma-xarope-minha-filha.html' title='A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE, A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE, A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE, A MINHA FILHA JÁ TOMA XAROPE'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6174013273691292301</id><published>2011-11-22T23:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:16:01.777Z</updated><title type='text'>E fizemos a Árvore de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela tem visto por todo o lado decorações de Natal e tem falado na árvore, este fim-de-semana pediu para fazermos, como a iamos fazer daqui a 2 semanas antecipámos a tarefa e está feita! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pela primeira vez ela achou realmente piada ao "ritual" e ajudar a decorar, muito à sua maneira de ver as coisas.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJMclzpxaos/TswqVyjOf8I/AAAAAAAACj0/8FT7BiUFAwU/s1600/Actualizado+recentemente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJMclzpxaos/TswqVyjOf8I/AAAAAAAACj0/8FT7BiUFAwU/s320/Actualizado+recentemente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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: justify;"&gt;Estes bonecos estão todos juntos porque segundo ela são todos amigos e os amigos têm de estar juntos para brincarem :), o mesmo se aplica às bolas :). Afinal ela sabe por experiência própria que a vida completa-se e é mais divertida quando os nossos amigosfazem parte&amp;nbsp;dela e partilham todos os momentos connosco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3ZfOE-q3CU/Tswq-xs0-MI/AAAAAAAACj8/ehOFNOBOjug/s1600/Actualizado+recentemente1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3ZfOE-q3CU/Tswq-xs0-MI/AAAAAAAACj8/ehOFNOBOjug/s320/Actualizado+recentemente1.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já aqui o pessoal está todo na fila à espera do autocarro que os vai levar ao Colombo :))))), a imaginação desta miúda não tem limites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6174013273691292301?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6174013273691292301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6174013273691292301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6174013273691292301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6174013273691292301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-fizemos-arvore-de-natal.html' title='E fizemos a Árvore de Natal'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJMclzpxaos/TswqVyjOf8I/AAAAAAAACj0/8FT7BiUFAwU/s72-c/Actualizado+recentemente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3950270729544895044</id><published>2011-11-22T21:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:17:59.295Z</updated><title type='text'>Fomos à Kidzania</title><content type='html'>Adorámos, aquilo é um sitio fantástico para as crianças brincarem ao faz de conta com um cheirinho a vida real, pena os adultos também não poderem brincar, em mais do que um sítio apeteceu-me (ok, eu não sou normal).&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo ainda é mais giro se formos com muitos amigos :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FN6_uFfC-w/TswRTtlAltI/AAAAAAAACjs/cMrUDlTAKRw/s1600/Kidzania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FN6_uFfC-w/TswRTtlAltI/AAAAAAAACjs/cMrUDlTAKRw/s400/Kidzania.jpg" width="400" /&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/5688043312614820375-3950270729544895044?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3950270729544895044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3950270729544895044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3950270729544895044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3950270729544895044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/11/fomos-kidzania.html' title='Fomos à Kidzania'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FN6_uFfC-w/TswRTtlAltI/AAAAAAAACjs/cMrUDlTAKRw/s72-c/Kidzania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6927326834804280348</id><published>2011-11-22T21:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:09:17.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Entretanto fiz anos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gOJkUYMz10/TswO9ezwuTI/AAAAAAAACjk/Vbo1PZU0hK0/s1600/Anivers%25C3%25A1rio+Sara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gOJkUYMz10/TswO9ezwuTI/AAAAAAAACjk/Vbo1PZU0hK0/s320/Anivers%25C3%25A1rio+Sara.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tive as melhores prendas do mundo, o sorriso da minha filhota, as suas parvoeiras e um abraço a 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6927326834804280348?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6927326834804280348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6927326834804280348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6927326834804280348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6927326834804280348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/11/entretanto-fiz-anos.html' title='Entretanto fiz anos ...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gOJkUYMz10/TswO9ezwuTI/AAAAAAAACjk/Vbo1PZU0hK0/s72-c/Anivers%25C3%25A1rio+Sara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5748519968612688366</id><published>2011-10-19T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:12:23.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conhecem esta iniciativa? Já ajudaram a fazer uma criança sorrir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="phs" style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F9mos6jnXE/Tp7niQBrHyI/AAAAAAAACRY/pTQUUouc-P8/s1600/menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F9mos6jnXE/Tp7niQBrHyI/AAAAAAAACRY/pTQUUouc-P8/s320/menina.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="profile-pagelet-section pageInfoTable" style="margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="profile-pagelet-section pageInfoTable" style="margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Ano passado pedi, calhou-me uma menina pequenina, para além da prenda mandei também roupinha que era da Inês e que a iria agasalhar no inverno, quando entreguei o saco vim de coração cheio e sorriso nos lábios, mesmo que fiquemos com um pouco a menos sabemos que para esta criança vamos fazer toda a diferença. As crianças são as coisas mais puras e mais maravilhosas do mundo e tudo o que possamos fazer para as fazer feliz é pouco. Se puderem e quiserem abracem esta ou outra causa. Feliz Natal. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para mais informações&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Anjinhos-de-Natal/139448546104159?sk=wall"&gt;Facebook Anjinhos de Natal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="phs" style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div class="profile-pagelet-section pageInfoTable" style="margin-bottom: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable profileInfoTable noBorder" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; width: 483px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="width: 350px;"&gt;Os Anjinhos de Natal são uma iniciativa do Exército de Salvação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable profileInfoTable noBorder" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; width: 483px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="label" style="color: #999999; font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; width: 125px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e9ee64e86f735650466283" style="display: inline;"&gt;Os anjinhos são crianças desfavorecidas, às quais o Exército de Salvação, com a nossa participação e de colaboradores de muitas outras empresas ajudam a ter um Natal mais alegre. As crianças mais carênciadas são seleccionadas pelo Exército de Salvação, que faz a pesquisa no terreno junto das famílias mais necessitadas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de seleccionados os nomes e idades das crianças são colocados num cartão&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;com o pedido da prenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O anjinho é o cartão onde vem mencionado o nome, a idade e o presente da criança em causa; um brinquedo e um fato de treino para a idade. Todos os anjinhos correspondem a uma criança específica, por esse motivo em todos os presentes deve ser colocado o número correspondente à criança, este número vem mencionado no cartão-anjinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser contribuir pode solicitar o número de anjinhos que pretende através do mail: anjinhos.de.natal@gmail.com. Será enviada toda a informação do anjinho o mais rápido possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes pedidos devem ser feitos no máximo até dia 15 de Novembro e a data de recepção dos presentes deverá ser até dia 30 de Novembro. Os presentes deverão, preferencialmente, ser entregues em caixas identificadas por fora com o nº do anjinho bem visível e enviadas por correio ou entregues directamente nos Centros do Exército de Salvação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa: (Centro Comunitário Central)-Rua Escola do Exército nº 11-B, 1150-143 Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto: (Centro Comunitário do Porto)-Avenida Vasco da Gama, 645 Lj 1-2 Ramalde 4100-491-Porto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5748519968612688366?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5748519968612688366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5748519968612688366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5748519968612688366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5748519968612688366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/conhecem-esta-iniciativa-ja-ajudaram.html' title='Conhecem esta iniciativa? Já ajudaram a fazer uma criança sorrir?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F9mos6jnXE/Tp7niQBrHyI/AAAAAAAACRY/pTQUUouc-P8/s72-c/menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2816466564572279429</id><published>2011-10-14T14:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:26:25.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já?!</title><content type='html'>A minha filha vai fazer uma visita de estudo, aiiiiii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2816466564572279429?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2816466564572279429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2816466564572279429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2816466564572279429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2816466564572279429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/ja.html' title='Já?!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7782707791396891734</id><published>2011-10-12T13:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:00:58.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Something's Not Right Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alguém me explica por que raio é que agora quando abro quase todos os blogs que sigo há mais de 4 anos aparece isto? Alguém sabe o que fazer para deixar de aparecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Mara, desculpa o teu ser o "exemplo" mas é daqueles que tenho a certeza absoluta que só espalha Bemware :))))&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xV5Zyf9-gcg/TpWBAtmsLQI/AAAAAAAACRQ/jtqltAGHiQA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-12+at+12.48.17+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xV5Zyf9-gcg/TpWBAtmsLQI/AAAAAAAACRQ/jtqltAGHiQA/s320/Screen+shot+2011-10-12+at+12.48.17+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7782707791396891734?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7782707791396891734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7782707791396891734&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7782707791396891734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7782707791396891734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/warning-somethings-not-right-here.html' title='Warning: Something&apos;s Not Right Here!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xV5Zyf9-gcg/TpWBAtmsLQI/AAAAAAAACRQ/jtqltAGHiQA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-10-12+at+12.48.17+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1855957765396928094</id><published>2011-10-07T11:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:53:31.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em digressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7-byavHmTA/To7aCObSYaI/AAAAAAAACRM/Ie8l5PXMNYk/s1600/K+u%25CC%2581ltimo+concerto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7-byavHmTA/To7aCObSYaI/AAAAAAAACRM/Ie8l5PXMNYk/s320/K+u%25CC%2581ltimo+concerto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o fim das férias que não tenho parado, acabou-se a praia mas começou a época dos concertos. Os meus pais compraram-me uns protectores para os meus ouvidos e assim posso ir ver o meu papá a tocar :))). Habituava-me a esta vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1855957765396928094?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1855957765396928094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1855957765396928094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1855957765396928094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1855957765396928094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/em-digressao.html' title='Em digressão'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7-byavHmTA/To7aCObSYaI/AAAAAAAACRM/Ie8l5PXMNYk/s72-c/K+u%25CC%2581ltimo+concerto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-137299453827197875</id><published>2011-10-06T16:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:44:30.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este blog anda tão abandonado.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-137299453827197875?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/137299453827197875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=137299453827197875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/137299453827197875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/137299453827197875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/este-blog-anda-tao-abandonado.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-83594226959787287</id><published>2011-08-25T18:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:10:03.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verão'/><title type='text'>Fomos de férias mas já voltámos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZzMH_uGwjA/Tp88kSIDp0I/AAAAAAAACRg/tdUTJ2TUw4w/s1600/Ver_o_20111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZzMH_uGwjA/Tp88kSIDp0I/AAAAAAAACRg/tdUTJ2TUw4w/s400/Ver_o_20111.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram recheadas de muitas diversão, amigos e Sol. Que mais poderíamos pedir!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-83594226959787287?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/83594226959787287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=83594226959787287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/83594226959787287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/83594226959787287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/08/fomos-de-ferias-mas-ja-voltamos.html' title='Fomos de férias mas já voltámos.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZzMH_uGwjA/Tp88kSIDp0I/AAAAAAAACRg/tdUTJ2TUw4w/s72-c/Ver_o_20111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-4935472510692966414</id><published>2011-07-25T17:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:22:36.147+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consultas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><title type='text'>Revisão</title><content type='html'>Fomos à consulta dos 3 anos (e 3 meses) e a Inês felizmente está óptima, com 14.000 Kg 8P50) e 97 cm (quase P75) , "magra" e alta que é como se quer. &lt;div&gt;Pelo menos nisso sai a mim, que com a idade dela era uma lingrinhas onde se podia contar as costelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-4935472510692966414?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4935472510692966414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=4935472510692966414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4935472510692966414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4935472510692966414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/07/revisao.html' title='Revisão'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1765208208172591878</id><published>2011-07-17T20:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:54:26.483+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas nossas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardins de Lisboa'/><title type='text'>Tarde bem passada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cxqrp1JBlb0/TiM9t8bnuKI/AAAAAAAACGo/9E0hYYx7uIY/s1600/269132_2038084586763_1083701202_31929077_8102395_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cxqrp1JBlb0/TiM9t8bnuKI/AAAAAAAACGo/9E0hYYx7uIY/s400/269132_2038084586763_1083701202_31929077_8102395_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630411818668636322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando o tempo o permite algumas tardes dos nossos fins-de-semana são assim :). Bons momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5688043312614820375-1765208208172591878?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1765208208172591878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1765208208172591878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1765208208172591878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1765208208172591878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/07/tarde-bem-passada.html' title='Tarde bem passada!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cxqrp1JBlb0/TiM9t8bnuKI/AAAAAAAACGo/9E0hYYx7uIY/s72-c/269132_2038084586763_1083701202_31929077_8102395_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3905188116374130069</id><published>2011-07-16T20:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:19:49.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cães'/><title type='text'>Inês e a sua amiga "Lioleta" (Violeta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7obgDu6GSA/TiHjtU95zvI/AAAAAAAACF4/vgf83rmlonY/s1600/DSC09470.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nNoyCpcfu4/TiHjt_IqvRI/AAAAAAAACGY/WLbip1SYRDU/s1600/Abrantes%2BJunho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nNoyCpcfu4/TiHjt_IqvRI/AAAAAAAACGY/WLbip1SYRDU/s320/Abrantes%2BJunho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/5688043312614820375-3905188116374130069?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3905188116374130069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3905188116374130069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3905188116374130069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3905188116374130069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/07/ines-e-sua-amiga-lioleta-violeta.html' title='Inês e a sua amiga &quot;Lioleta&quot; (Violeta)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nNoyCpcfu4/TiHjt_IqvRI/AAAAAAAACGY/WLbip1SYRDU/s72-c/Abrantes%2BJunho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8488033194938824515</id><published>2011-06-09T15:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:49:03.137+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>Inês, queres um mano ou uma mana?</title><content type='html'>E invariavelmente a resposta é: Quero um cão a pilhas, daqueles que os olhos brilham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a58be81dfca95420" 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://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da58be81dfca95420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183826%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A28D828ED62E95B88835BFB09C51F5C83D69FAB.500791486B72FE1965AF80ED20EAE2422A6DE83D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da58be81dfca95420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsr5Bul7qdtJ_sT_dm7cNb43qyyQ&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://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da58be81dfca95420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183826%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A28D828ED62E95B88835BFB09C51F5C83D69FAB.500791486B72FE1965AF80ED20EAE2422A6DE83D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da58be81dfca95420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsr5Bul7qdtJ_sT_dm7cNb43qyyQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o cão que ela quer é destes, horroroso por sinal, ela quando era pequena tinha medo destes bichos que se pelava e agora que lhe quero dar um mano ela quer um cão destes... pelo menos sai baratinho! Humpf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8488033194938824515?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8488033194938824515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8488033194938824515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8488033194938824515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8488033194938824515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/06/ines-queres-um-mano-ou-uma-mana.html' title='Inês, queres um mano ou uma mana?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6040243108954794239</id><published>2011-06-07T18:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:31:52.370+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeira Vez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicicleta'/><title type='text'>A minha primeira bicicleta</title><content type='html'>Finalmente a Inês já tem a sua bicicleta que era suposto ter sido a prenda de aniversário, no dia que a íamos comprar ela disse que ainda não a queria e não insistimos. De há algum tempo para cá tem vindo a falar na bicicleta e como o tempo já convida a passeios no jardim lá fomos nós tratar do assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Em 10 min aprendeu a andar e que aquilo tem piada é a pedalar com força. Até já dá boleia aos amigos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUaHPCohYZw/Te5f4-xELpI/AAAAAAAACEU/zkvGtoGU5N8/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUaHPCohYZw/Te5f4-xELpI/AAAAAAAACEU/zkvGtoGU5N8/s320/Recently%2BUpdated1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615531217903693458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6040243108954794239?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6040243108954794239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6040243108954794239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6040243108954794239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6040243108954794239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/06/minha-primeira-bicicleta.html' title='A minha primeira bicicleta'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUaHPCohYZw/Te5f4-xELpI/AAAAAAAACEU/zkvGtoGU5N8/s72-c/Recently%2BUpdated1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6821816195128901564</id><published>2011-06-07T18:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:28:11.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia mundial da Criança</title><content type='html'>A prenda que os meus pais me deram foi terem tirado o dia no trabalho e dedicarem-no a mim a 100%, fomos à Quinta Pedagógica dos Olivais e ao parque andar de escorregas. Gostei muito deste dia que acabou comigo a experimentar a minha bicicleta nova que veio como prenda de aniversário atrasada ( até aqui ela ainda não queria a bicicleta).&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYPaYfjRvsM/Te5fmxEsHbI/AAAAAAAACEM/hXzxhjBaI00/s1600/Dia%2BMundial%2Bda%2BCrian%25C3%25A7a%2B11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYPaYfjRvsM/Te5fmxEsHbI/AAAAAAAACEM/hXzxhjBaI00/s320/Dia%2BMundial%2Bda%2BCrian%25C3%25A7a%2B11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615530904990260658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6821816195128901564?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6821816195128901564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6821816195128901564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6821816195128901564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6821816195128901564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-mundial-da-crianca.html' title='Dia mundial da Criança'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYPaYfjRvsM/Te5fmxEsHbI/AAAAAAAACEM/hXzxhjBaI00/s72-c/Dia%2BMundial%2Bda%2BCrian%25C3%25A7a%2B11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3055998311224626096</id><published>2011-06-07T18:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:23:50.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>Aniversários</title><content type='html'>Fomos à festa da prima Ana e estavam lá muitos primos e amigos, foi super divertido estar com eles, mas daquilo que eu mais gostei foi das batatas fritas :)))) e de ver filmes. O Avô J. fazia anos naquele dia pelo que teve direito a bolo e aos parabéns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkbC3cPT8VA/Te5d3tO0bwI/AAAAAAAACEE/vEf-Cv5MrzM/s1600/amigos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkbC3cPT8VA/Te5d3tO0bwI/AAAAAAAACEE/vEf-Cv5MrzM/s320/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615528996993527554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-3055998311224626096?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3055998311224626096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3055998311224626096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3055998311224626096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3055998311224626096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/06/aniversarios.html' title='Aniversários'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkbC3cPT8VA/Te5d3tO0bwI/AAAAAAAACEE/vEf-Cv5MrzM/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1406085759909057562</id><published>2011-06-07T17:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:06:36.920+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passeios'/><title type='text'>Fomos passear ao Zoo com os avós :)</title><content type='html'>Ficámos só pela entrada mas vale a pena porque é um sítio bem giro para se estar um bocadinho a brincar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Hfz1l0n9E/Te5aQohzLRI/AAAAAAAACD8/dNX_RKvPQbY/s1600/Zoo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Hfz1l0n9E/Te5aQohzLRI/AAAAAAAACD8/dNX_RKvPQbY/s320/Zoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615525027181178130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1406085759909057562?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1406085759909057562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1406085759909057562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1406085759909057562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1406085759909057562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/06/fomos-passear-ao-zoo-com-os-avos.html' title='Fomos passear ao Zoo com os avós :)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Hfz1l0n9E/Te5aQohzLRI/AAAAAAAACD8/dNX_RKvPQbY/s72-c/Zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6920939562213764723</id><published>2011-06-07T17:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:03:40.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Casamentos</title><content type='html'>Já tem alguns na conta pessoal, este foi muito divertido porque estavam lá muitos amigos, ela é que estava em dia não para emprestas as coisas dela :).&lt;div&gt;Fartou-se de tirar fotografias e de dançar, de passear a sua Leonor e a sua bola, às vezes deixava os amigos participar nas brincadeiras :).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtIl1f3Vt0c/Te5G4HBNirI/AAAAAAAACDo/zhJUEwBPX4A/s1600/Casamento%2BRicardo1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtIl1f3Vt0c/Te5G4HBNirI/AAAAAAAACDo/zhJUEwBPX4A/s320/Casamento%2BRicardo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615503715148335794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEojVyy9yc/Te5GXSo1GjI/AAAAAAAACDg/doXW5HwcMKA/s1600/Casamento%2BRicardo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cHEojVyy9yc/Te5GXSo1GjI/AAAAAAAACDg/doXW5HwcMKA/s320/Casamento%2BRicardo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615503151331613234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6920939562213764723?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6920939562213764723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6920939562213764723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6920939562213764723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6920939562213764723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/06/casamentos.html' title='Casamentos'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtIl1f3Vt0c/Te5G4HBNirI/AAAAAAAACDo/zhJUEwBPX4A/s72-c/Casamento%2BRicardo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1534248962601422665</id><published>2011-05-04T13:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:36:08.837+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias Especiais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia da Mãe'/><title type='text'>Programa "Dia da Mãe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decidimos que tinha de ser um dia "especial" porque era o dia da mãe, ou seja, um dia dela (já referi que ela tem muitos filhos) e meu, e demos-lhe a opção de escolher onde e o que queria ir almoçar, sabendo de antemão que estariam em cima da mesa duas opções de escolha (dela), ou Nepalês ou Japonês, esta nossa filha é muito internacional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela gritou bem alto "quero ir ao Japonês" e fomos. Ela adora (sei que não é normal mas ela adora estes gunkan de salmão e papou 6 de seguida) e nós também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJL3G7t6pr8/TcFHNVB_KbI/AAAAAAAACDE/CbeaELjqboE/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJL3G7t6pr8/TcFHNVB_KbI/AAAAAAAACDE/CbeaELjqboE/s320/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602837705734957490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois fomos ao cinema, a estreia dela tinha sido um sucesso e esperávamos que desta vez ela também gostasse, mas não foi exactamente assim, ficou com sono mais depressa do que o desejável e o facto de ter de usar os óculos 3D também não ajudou grande coisa. De qualquer forma, acho que ela gostou do dia, e nós também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é giro, eu gostei, mas a Idade do Gelo é a Idade do Gelo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQXigd-e8YU/TcFEkMZMP5I/AAAAAAAACC8/KJHSzD96jQc/s1600/Desktop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7j7ZRzqwyvs/TcFBThEARPI/AAAAAAAACC0/DlQmgF1jp1s/s1600/rio%252C_filme_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7j7ZRzqwyvs/TcFBThEARPI/AAAAAAAACC0/DlQmgF1jp1s/s320/rio%252C_filme_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602831214974092530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1534248962601422665?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1534248962601422665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1534248962601422665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1534248962601422665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1534248962601422665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/05/programa-dia-da-mae.html' title='Programa &quot;Dia da Mãe&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJL3G7t6pr8/TcFHNVB_KbI/AAAAAAAACDE/CbeaELjqboE/s72-c/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-4381069744048465839</id><published>2011-05-02T23:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:00:36.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia da Mãe'/><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>Ser mãe é a coisa mais maravilhosa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ser mãe é isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPt7GPZDvyc/Tb83hdF3RcI/AAAAAAAACB8/CY9EzVPv_Is/s1600/DSC08856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602257509356619202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPt7GPZDvyc/Tb83hdF3RcI/AAAAAAAACB8/CY9EzVPv_Is/s320/DSC08856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zb2YdpsD4m8/Tb83hn4boFI/AAAAAAAACCE/3TKJcBg5Gno/s1600/DSC08857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602257512253071442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zb2YdpsD4m8/Tb83hn4boFI/AAAAAAAACCE/3TKJcBg5Gno/s320/DSC08857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi a minha prenda, feita por ela, a melhor prenda que poderia ter recebido, da melhor filha do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrJWwGaD-bM/Tb83hycA5QI/AAAAAAAACCM/pDNnrt3eto0/s1600/diadam%25C3%25A3e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602257515086669058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrJWwGaD-bM/Tb83hycA5QI/AAAAAAAACCM/pDNnrt3eto0/s320/diadam%25C3%25A3e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-4381069744048465839?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4381069744048465839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=4381069744048465839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4381069744048465839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4381069744048465839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-da-mae.html' title='Dia da Mãe'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPt7GPZDvyc/Tb83hdF3RcI/AAAAAAAACB8/CY9EzVPv_Is/s72-c/DSC08856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-9103158492717268717</id><published>2011-04-19T16:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:15:13.327+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><title type='text'>Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itsnLzgz6E8/Ta2m9LA9LVI/AAAAAAAACB0/edjiqjfx1p0/s1600/Anivers%25C3%25A1rio%2BIn%25C3%25AAs%2B3%2BEscola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itsnLzgz6E8/Ta2m9LA9LVI/AAAAAAAACB0/edjiqjfx1p0/s320/Anivers%25C3%25A1rio%2BIn%25C3%25AAs%2B3%2BEscola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597313481750424914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram 3. Uma na escola, uma em casa e uma com alguns dos amigos dela. Acho que ela gostou de cada uma à sua maneira, a única coisa comum a todas foi a sua coroa.&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu nos parabéns do Panda e adorou, apontava para a foto e dizia "olha eu, olha eu" foi um fartote a rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa filha fez 3 anos.  Eles crescem a uma velocidade alucinante. Já não temos em casa uma bebé, temos uma menina muito dona do seu nariz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-9103158492717268717?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9103158492717268717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=9103158492717268717&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9103158492717268717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9103158492717268717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/04/festas.html' title='Festas'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itsnLzgz6E8/Ta2m9LA9LVI/AAAAAAAACB0/edjiqjfx1p0/s72-c/Anivers%25C3%25A1rio%2BIn%25C3%25AAs%2B3%2BEscola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1831260511551310658</id><published>2011-04-19T00:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:47:49.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeira Vez'/><title type='text'>O meu primeiro filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3ym-R0d4zk/TazLPXYX0sI/AAAAAAAACBk/X2gDtMwdzVo/s1600/hop_poster%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597071901749400258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3ym-R0d4zk/TazLPXYX0sI/AAAAAAAACBk/X2gDtMwdzVo/s320/hop_poster%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foi este.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tinha, por teimosia que ir com ela ao cinema antes de fazer 3 anos, e fomos exactamente 3 dias antes. Achei que iamos estar lá 15 min e que depois ou ela adormecia ou dizia que queria ir para casa, mais uma vez surpreendeu-me portou-se lindamente, viu o filme todo e adorou. Ajudou ter ido com duas amigas quase da mesma idade que iam também pela primeira vez, é sem dúvida algo a repetir em breve já que tanto eu como o pai adoramos filmes de animação, quase tanto quanto ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desta vez o pai não pode ir mas assim que ela esteve com ele resumiu-lhe o filme :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aconselho, é giro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1831260511551310658?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1831260511551310658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1831260511551310658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1831260511551310658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1831260511551310658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-meu-primeiro-filme.html' title='O meu primeiro filme'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3ym-R0d4zk/TazLPXYX0sI/AAAAAAAACBk/X2gDtMwdzVo/s72-c/hop_poster%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7302209258155668889</id><published>2011-04-12T02:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T02:16:14.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolos'/><title type='text'>A minha bebé hoje (já) faz 3 anos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nestes dias nunca sei o que escrever ou o que dizer, acho que não há palavras que definam o que é ter um filho, ter o amor de um filho e sentir amor por um filho, é algo que não se escreve, que não se quantifica, é algo que só se sente. MUITOOO INTENSAMENTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMO-TE FILHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para variar perguntámos à Inês o que queria de prenda, a resposta foi: Uma bicicleta do Panda (hoje já podia ser da Kitty), vamos oferecer-lhe a bicla até porque era exactamente isso que lhe tínhamos pensado em oferecer :). Para as festa pediu 2 bolos, um do Panda e um do Ruca, e eu como sou bem mandada atendi aos seus desejos, arregacei as mangas e concretizei o seu desejo. Espero que ela goste :))).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51qJKfGamU8/TaOnnQxfjhI/AAAAAAAACBc/F4MRSMnYQ5w/s1600/DSC08549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594499455083580946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51qJKfGamU8/TaOnnQxfjhI/AAAAAAAACBc/F4MRSMnYQ5w/s320/DSC08549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyodfXGmclA/TaOnnDZ_JYI/AAAAAAAACBU/MhhffqOu-uA/s1600/DSC08535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594499451495327106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyodfXGmclA/TaOnnDZ_JYI/AAAAAAAACBU/MhhffqOu-uA/s320/DSC08535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7302209258155668889?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7302209258155668889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7302209258155668889&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7302209258155668889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7302209258155668889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/04/minha-bebe-hoje-ja-faz-3-anos.html' title='A minha bebé hoje (já) faz 3 anos.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-51qJKfGamU8/TaOnnQxfjhI/AAAAAAAACBc/F4MRSMnYQ5w/s72-c/DSC08549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7275661062205311800</id><published>2011-04-03T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:09:43.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolução'/><title type='text'>Paletes de bába :))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já era para ter feito este post há algum tempo, acima de tudo para memória futura, e claro para deixar aqui um bocadinho de baba :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta foi a avaliação feita em no fim de Fevereiro pela escola dela, quando ela completava quase 1 ano de escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tivémos muita sorte em encontrar aquela escola, ter conseguido entrar lá e nos termos cruzados com todas as pessoas maravilhosas que lá trabalham, e especialmente com as educadoras que a acolheram, mimaram, integraram e fizeram crescer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada do que veio escrito nos surpreendeu porque ela também é assim em casa, mas enche-nos de orgulho saber que ela é também assim feliz e meiga fora de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A Inês gosta muito e participa com entusiasmo e alegria nas actividades propostas e nas brincadeiras durante o dia na sala. Nas brincadeiras com os amigos brinca ao faz de conta recriando cenas da vida quotidiana. Gosta de brincar na casinha rodeada de bonecas e com muita comida, faz grandes e saborosas ementas para as suas bonecas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Participa com especial interesse nas actividades plásticas e jogos musicais. Demonstra grande facilidade em cantar, memorizar as canções, lengalengas e pequenas histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Inês demonstra ser muito autónoma nas suas rotinas, alimentação e higiene, apenas necessita do apoio do adulto, veste e despe peças de roupa assim como calça e descalça os sapatos sem ajuda do adulto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na área do desenvolvimento da linguagem demonstra ter grande facilidade na aquisição de novo vucabulário e de expressar correctamente e de forma muito clara os seus desejos, ideias e necessidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na relação com o adulto é muito carinhosa, gosta e procura trocar muitos miminhos. É uma menina muito mimosa."&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/5688043312614820375-7275661062205311800?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7275661062205311800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7275661062205311800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7275661062205311800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7275661062205311800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/04/paletes-de-baba.html' title='Paletes de bába :))))'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1966880250288763781</id><published>2011-03-31T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:31:57.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidariedade.'/><title type='text'>Ajudem-me a ajudar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Olá a todos! No blog de uma amiga deparei-me com um link para este &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oqueeojantar.blogs.sapo.pt/276023.html"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oqueeojantar.blogs.sapo.pt/276023.html"&gt;OST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que ****PEÇO QUE LEIAM*****, fiquei sem palavras e com uma vontade imensa de ajudar, nem que seja com uma pequena "migalha". Todos passamos por dificuldades mas se todos ajudarmos com um grão enche-se um saco que ajudará uma mãe e dois filhos. Ajudem, nem que seja a PARTILHAR ESTE POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Isto era digno de um programa de Tv mas não consigo chegar lá, se alguém conseguir partilhar com alguém que possa fazer chegar a Gouchas, Júlias, Fátimas que o faça rápido.&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/5688043312614820375-1966880250288763781?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1966880250288763781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1966880250288763781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1966880250288763781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1966880250288763781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/03/ajudem-me-ajudar.html' title='Ajudem-me a ajudar.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5346325004587146177</id><published>2011-03-09T16:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:04:55.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brincadeiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primos'/><title type='text'>Os meus primos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4trUnGTEpM/TXerW_3ViQI/AAAAAAAAB4w/uIsxqzYHKeE/s1600/Parque%2Bdas%2BConchas%2Bcom%2Bprimos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582118674738022658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4trUnGTEpM/TXerW_3ViQI/AAAAAAAAB4w/uIsxqzYHKeE/s400/Parque%2Bdas%2BConchas%2Bcom%2Bprimos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Já vos disse que a Inês ADORA brincar com os primos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Fico imensamente feliz por eles se darem tão bem, sempre. Partilham tudo, abraçam-se, beijam-se, fazem festas, ajudam-se, escolhem brincadeiras e quem faz de quê, jogam à bola, brincam aos médicos, deitam as bebés, fazem comidas e bolos... é maravilhoso vê-los juntos e só tenho pena de não vivermos mais pertinho uns dos outros porque era brincadeira garantida todos os dias :)))). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5346325004587146177?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5346325004587146177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5346325004587146177&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5346325004587146177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5346325004587146177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-meus-primos.html' title='Os meus primos'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4trUnGTEpM/TXerW_3ViQI/AAAAAAAAB4w/uIsxqzYHKeE/s72-c/Parque%2Bdas%2BConchas%2Bcom%2Bprimos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8481485536283917010</id><published>2011-03-09T13:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:47:21.635Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faz-de-conta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>Princesa Inês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este Carnaval a Inês teve direito a duas fatiotas: a de médica e a de princesa. Acho que a de princesa surgiu por causa das princesas que foi vendo aí por todo o lado,e  como não há gaja que não goste de ser princesa o seu desejo foi atendido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho muito engraçado eles brincarem ao faz de conta, e ela brinca muito, sozinha e com os amigos que lá vão a casa, pelo que os fatos não servem só para esta ocasião, mas para todos os dias que lhe apeteça brincar aos médicos ou às princesas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda ontem teve uma amiga lá em casa a brincar com ela e só não tivemos 2 princesas porque só havia um fato lá em casa. Ficou prometida mais uma indumentária para as amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxjLa_NgF0o/TXd-apTfgTI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/rxZ2nAc3wZw/s320/Carnaval%2B11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582069259378327858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fua57MHeLfo/TXd-a2Qcl4I/AAAAAAAAB4g/a2gfzUpty8I/s1600/V%25C3%25A1rias%2BIn%25C3%25AAs%2BMar%25C3%25A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta foto é só para vocês verem o estilo e a facilidade com que ela anda de salto alto. Acho que se ajeita melhor que eu e nem é preciso vestido, o seu pijama do Buzz serve perfeitamente :). E a coroa fica mesmo gira é no pijama que no vestido não apetece :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdT1oMmHtds/TXeEO8DJsqI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SGt8fH-94eM/s1600/Ines%2Bprincesa%2Bbuzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdT1oMmHtds/TXeEO8DJsqI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SGt8fH-94eM/s320/Ines%2Bprincesa%2Bbuzz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582075655321399970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8481485536283917010?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8481485536283917010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8481485536283917010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8481485536283917010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8481485536283917010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/03/princesa-ines.html' title='Princesa Inês'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxjLa_NgF0o/TXd-apTfgTI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/rxZ2nAc3wZw/s72-c/Carnaval%2B11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-430717429494720335</id><published>2011-03-04T15:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:38:58.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 anos e 10 meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval'/><title type='text'>Doutora Inês</title><content type='html'>Diz que quando for grande quer ser médica para tratar as pessoas e foi assim que quis ir vestida para a festa de Carnaval da escola. Levava uma mala cheia de material e o paciente, não fossem os colegas recusarem-se às consultas. :) Acho que era o fato mais simples da escola mas foi o que ela quis e que permite mais brincadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lhe perguntamos se queria ir vestida de princesa, de fada, de joaninha, mas a resposta era sempre a mesma, de médica. Pelo menos este disfarce permite muitas brincadeiras :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MtW3zS7Uw/TXEHOpk5sKI/AAAAAAAABzI/Ez2qrnAcU0M/s1600/DSC08228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MtW3zS7Uw/TXEHOpk5sKI/AAAAAAAABzI/Ez2qrnAcU0M/s320/DSC08228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580249361548947618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Temos lá em casa uma Dr.ª Inês, que nos obriga a esperar à porta pela consulta e só podemos entrar depois dela nos chamar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-430717429494720335?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/430717429494720335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=430717429494720335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/430717429494720335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/430717429494720335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/03/doutora-ines_04.html' title='Doutora Inês'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MtW3zS7Uw/TXEHOpk5sKI/AAAAAAAABzI/Ez2qrnAcU0M/s72-c/DSC08228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-243193071671219944</id><published>2011-02-25T16:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:02:09.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><title type='text'>Escola</title><content type='html'>Oficialmente a Inês está inscrita numa escola para a pré-primária. &lt;div&gt;Este é um assunto que me estava a preocupar já que supostamente ela em Julho saí da escola onde está. Andei às voltas a ver sítios e continuo a matutar se fiz bem ou se fiz mal em inscrevê-la na escola que achamos a mais adequada para ela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se será melhor ou pior do que outras. É pelo menos diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Só espero é que ela goste e se adapte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5688043312614820375-243193071671219944?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/243193071671219944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=243193071671219944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/243193071671219944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/243193071671219944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/02/escola.html' title='Escola'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1108383722843662353</id><published>2011-02-25T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:52:08.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>Sol e Praia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IH8-8v-HmTk/TWfeBxbz4qI/AAAAAAAABjI/GYiDoSr70rM/s1600/DSC08057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IH8-8v-HmTk/TWfeBxbz4qI/AAAAAAAABjI/GYiDoSr70rM/s320/DSC08057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577670785552868002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e muito estilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1108383722843662353?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1108383722843662353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1108383722843662353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1108383722843662353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1108383722843662353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/02/sol-e-praia.html' title='Sol e Praia'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IH8-8v-HmTk/TWfeBxbz4qI/AAAAAAAABjI/GYiDoSr70rM/s72-c/DSC08057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6326855318567798518</id><published>2011-02-23T16:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:21:53.595Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 anos e 10 meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardins de Lisboa'/><title type='text'>A treinar para ser uma top model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKsor5YnusM/TWUzsZQsUvI/AAAAAAAABi8/KRsLJKfU4F4/s1600/Parque%2Bdas%2BConchas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKsor5YnusM/TWUzsZQsUvI/AAAAAAAABi8/KRsLJKfU4F4/s320/Parque%2Bdas%2BConchas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576920551356388082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) e a aproveitar o Sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6326855318567798518?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6326855318567798518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6326855318567798518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6326855318567798518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6326855318567798518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/02/treinar-para-ser-uma-top-model.html' title='A treinar para ser uma top model'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKsor5YnusM/TWUzsZQsUvI/AAAAAAAABi8/KRsLJKfU4F4/s72-c/Parque%2Bdas%2BConchas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7011742737085284572</id><published>2011-02-23T15:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:56:42.691Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 anos e 10 meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><title type='text'>Fomos ao Jardim Zoológico e adorámos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qitER9GU0Hc/TWUtlgxlENI/AAAAAAAABi0/-Poh2tf2LGI/s1600/Jardim%2BZoologico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qitER9GU0Hc/TWUtlgxlENI/AAAAAAAABi0/-Poh2tf2LGI/s320/Jardim%2BZoologico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576913836044521682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pior foi quando lhe deu o sono que andou ao meu colo o tempo todo e as minhas costas já não aguentam.&lt;div&gt;Já lá tinha ido quando tinha 1 ano e pouco e não ligou nenhuma aquilo (como seria de esperar), desta vez foi um bocadinho diferente, isto porque adora ver os macacos e adorou ver os golfinhos e os leões marinhos (cavalos marinhos como ela diz).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7011742737085284572?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7011742737085284572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7011742737085284572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7011742737085284572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7011742737085284572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/02/fomos-ao-jardim-zoologico-e-adoramos.html' title='Fomos ao Jardim Zoológico e adorámos'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qitER9GU0Hc/TWUtlgxlENI/AAAAAAAABi0/-Poh2tf2LGI/s72-c/Jardim%2BZoologico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1693306238962037612</id><published>2011-01-28T13:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:35:50.905Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 anos e 9 meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>"Pama Nova"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Inês, há cerca de 2 semanas que dorme sozinha no seu quarto, na cama "nova" (nova só de nome que já tem uns bons meses, ela é que não dormia lá). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decidiu começar a dormir lá sozinha, sem que ninguém a obrigasse, sem birras, sem dramas e sem stress. De um dia, para o outro. Agora não quer sair de lá, nem de manhã quando acorda e pede leitinho e lhe sugerimos se quer ir para a nossa cama para os mimos. "Não. Eu quero ficar na minha cama, fica tu comigo", toma e embrulha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acima de tudo acho que a minha/nossa decisão de não a forçar nestas pequenas grandes coisas tem resultado em pleno, ora vejamos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Come e bebe sozinha quase desde o ano e meio, até arriscava dizer antes mas não quero parecer mentirosa, entornava ao inicio comida para o chão mas afinal de contas é também assim que se aprende.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Não usa fraldas desde Junho. Nem de dia, nem de noite. Começou a pedir-nos para a tirar de noite porque tinha calor e acedemos, teve alguns acidentes nessa altura mas nunca demos importância, posso dizer com muito orgulho que se contam pelos dedos os acidentes que tivemos desde o Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Dorme sozinha no seu quarto e na sua caminha :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que estas coisas são perfeitamente normais e que todos chegam lá, mas fico feliz pelas metas teres sido atingidas sem pressão e sem choros. Agora só me falta conseguir que ela adormeça sozinha na sua cama que estou assim um bocadinho para o farta de ir para o pé dela até ela (e eu) adormecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1693306238962037612?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1693306238962037612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1693306238962037612&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1693306238962037612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1693306238962037612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/01/pama-nova.html' title='&quot;Pama Nova&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1651531010750651091</id><published>2011-01-11T13:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:21:41.318Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 anos e 8 meses'/><title type='text'>Hora do chá.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSxYlNT54aI/AAAAAAAABh0/b0YR1eJvF7I/s1600/Janeiro%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSxYlNT54aI/AAAAAAAABh0/b0YR1eJvF7I/s320/Janeiro%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560917036147270050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lá em casa as nossas noite após jantar têm sido a tomar cházinho e a comer bolinhos. Depois não admira que eu tenha engordado. Quando se farta da parte do chá serve-nos refeições, tipo batata frita e ervilhas...&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/5688043312614820375-1651531010750651091?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1651531010750651091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1651531010750651091&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1651531010750651091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1651531010750651091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/01/hora-do-cha.html' title='Hora do chá.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSxYlNT54aI/AAAAAAAABh0/b0YR1eJvF7I/s72-c/Janeiro%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3801422590812513606</id><published>2011-01-04T17:38:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:01:43.300Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passagem de Ano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal 2010'/><title type='text'>As Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSNeRjaJidI/AAAAAAAABfM/5D_rJNA1FmY/s320/Natal%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558390020761029074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8fe18edd631e2c0c" 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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8fe18edd631e2c0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F930610A080B34752920EE33801394305260D2E.341B809853744CBE52C97D6EA6D4020FAEE48CED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8fe18edd631e2c0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBxjmL22Nb-wlhfeFIdQezVtdaU8&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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8fe18edd631e2c0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F930610A080B34752920EE33801394305260D2E.341B809853744CBE52C97D6EA6D4020FAEE48CED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8fe18edd631e2c0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBxjmL22Nb-wlhfeFIdQezVtdaU8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Natal: Foi em nossa casa e em família. Estiveram os pais e os avós, tios, primos e amigos e tal como qualquer festa que se preze durou 3 dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pela primeira vez ela delirou a sério com a época festiva, isto é, com o fazer as bolachas de Natal, com a carta ao pai Natal (lá em casa foi mais cruzinhas e "assinaturas" nos catálogos, com as prendas, com o enfeitar da árvore e até com os chocolates "decorativos" que estavam ligeiramente escondidos na árvore de Natal e que um a um ela foi descobrindo e comendo, como ela própria diz "Eu sou gulosa".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSNe7a1LnLI/AAAAAAAABfU/r_ItuIjyzsI/s1600/Passagem%2BAno%2B20102011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSNe7a1LnLI/AAAAAAAABfU/r_ItuIjyzsI/s320/Passagem%2BAno%2B20102011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558390740012997810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passagem de Ano: Foi em casa de uns amigos. Com mais amigos, com novos amigos e com muitas crianças à mistura. Foi muito bom e só temos a agradecer o convite e a hospitalidade, adorámos. Comemos muito e bem, bebemos alguma coisa, experimentámos água de choco (vodka preta) e gostámos muito. Gritámos bom ano, batemos tampas e tachos, celebrámos acima de tudo a vida e a amizade. Esqueci-me de comer as passas à meia-noite porque não ouvi as 12 badaladas, mas também me esqueci de pedir os 12 desejos porque acho que nem preciso de 12, só quero saúde, amor, paz e algum dinheiro (se me sair o euromilhões juro que não me vou queixar), para mim, para os meus e para todos vocês (excepto a parte do euromilhões. A não ser que me saia primeiro a mim :). Que 2011 só vos traga coisas boas porque 2010 deixou muito a desejar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-3801422590812513606?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3801422590812513606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3801422590812513606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3801422590812513606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3801422590812513606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-festas.html' title='As Festas'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSNeRjaJidI/AAAAAAAABfM/5D_rJNA1FmY/s72-c/Natal%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5195126476407402773</id><published>2011-01-03T17:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:09:20.444Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primos'/><title type='text'>Aniversário do Gonçalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSIChANnzGI/AAAAAAAABfE/I5liqm1A5ZA/s1600/DSC07403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSIChANnzGI/AAAAAAAABfE/I5liqm1A5ZA/s320/DSC07403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558007656144686178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSICg9ptauI/AAAAAAAABe8/2qAVXyFm8B8/s1600/DSC07400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSICg9ptauI/AAAAAAAABe8/2qAVXyFm8B8/s320/DSC07400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558007655457188578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este momento também não podia ficar esquecido, não só pelo amor que nos une a ele como a cumplicidade e amizade que há entre eles, ele trata-a por bebé, porque foi assim que a viu e não tinha muito mais idade que ela, ele é meigo e protector e ela retribui, dá-lhe beijos, abraços e festas sem ninguém mandar. É meu afilhado, meu "filho" e um dos meus amores :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5195126476407402773?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5195126476407402773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5195126476407402773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5195126476407402773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5195126476407402773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/01/aniversario-do-goncalo.html' title='Aniversário do Gonçalo'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSIChANnzGI/AAAAAAAABfE/I5liqm1A5ZA/s72-c/DSC07403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7048174641780094393</id><published>2011-01-03T16:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:03:04.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeira Vez'/><title type='text'>1ª Viagem de Metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSIBHi42ENI/AAAAAAAABe0/ZxmpxLEqnEE/s1600/DSC07278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSIBHi42ENI/AAAAAAAABe0/ZxmpxLEqnEE/s320/DSC07278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558006119264555218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não liguem mas não podia deixar de Registar, assim fica para a posteridade e não me esqueço. Decidimos ir de Metro para o Panda Vai à Escola 4, no Campo Pequeno, no dia 28 de Novembro. Ela vibrou e anda sempre a perguntar quando é que vai andar de Metro novamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7048174641780094393?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7048174641780094393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7048174641780094393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7048174641780094393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7048174641780094393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-viagem-de-metro.html' title='1ª Viagem de Metro'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TSIBHi42ENI/AAAAAAAABe0/ZxmpxLEqnEE/s72-c/DSC07278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6412123286706696750</id><published>2010-12-23T12:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:13:40.566Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal 2010'/><title type='text'>A Todos um Bom Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Queridas Amigas e Amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desejamos a todos, do fundo do coração, um Feliz Natal. Que o Pai Natal vos traga no sapatinho tudo aquilo que desejarem mas acima de tudo muita saúde e muito amor. Beijinhos nossos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f32977f4f437636" 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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f32977f4f437636%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D4BFFA3A988206F1305C07DFE8AA90D30FC50D9.5BBEC117CB5076A073F510E361B04DEA22819336%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f32977f4f437636%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNT4DcXkN2tybbNCqsXNnnMK9ZCs&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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f32977f4f437636%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D4BFFA3A988206F1305C07DFE8AA90D30FC50D9.5BBEC117CB5076A073F510E361B04DEA22819336%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f32977f4f437636%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNT4DcXkN2tybbNCqsXNnnMK9ZCs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6412123286706696750?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6412123286706696750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6412123286706696750&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6412123286706696750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6412123286706696750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/12/todos-um-bom-natal.html' title='A Todos um Bom Natal!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-9062629704374390636</id><published>2010-11-23T01:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:20:45.936Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal 2010'/><title type='text'>É Natal, É Natal ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TOsWZuMpEKI/AAAAAAAABO0/n8ZjfpNVl4k/s1600/Desktop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542548397563121826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TOsWZuMpEKI/AAAAAAAABO0/n8ZjfpNVl4k/s320/Desktop3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao contrário dos 36 anos que antecederam este, a árvore de Natal já está montada cá em casa. O que é um verdadeiro milagre natalício uma vez que o meu normal seria nem sequer me dar ao trabalho de a fazer, ou fazê-la à pressa nos dias que antecediam o Natal ou até mesmo na véspera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas este ano o espírito de Natal renasceu cá em casa e até eu que nunca liguei muito ao Natal ando entusiasmada com a coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Inês delirou, este ano sim, e assim que acabámos de montar árvore vira-se para nós e diz "agora vamos cantar as músicas do Natal", e nós cantámos com ela aquelas que ela anda a ensaiar para a festinha da escola :)))).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É bom ver uma criança feliz com uma coisa tão simples :) especialmente quando é a nossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-9062629704374390636?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9062629704374390636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=9062629704374390636&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9062629704374390636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9062629704374390636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-natal-e-natal.html' title='É Natal, É Natal ....'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TOsWZuMpEKI/AAAAAAAABO0/n8ZjfpNVl4k/s72-c/Desktop3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2727162890460663418</id><published>2010-11-05T01:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:30:30.883Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>Fruta da Época</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TNNeF53h3sI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZgEsG-lAp7k/s1600/DSC07167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535871822494555842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TNNeF53h3sI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZgEsG-lAp7k/s320/DSC07167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que agora passou a ser a preferida dela. Romã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mãe agradece que andamos a passar uma fase de intestino preso. Any more ideas?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2727162890460663418?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2727162890460663418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2727162890460663418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2727162890460663418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2727162890460663418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/11/fruta-da-epoca.html' title='Fruta da Época'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TNNeF53h3sI/AAAAAAAABOM/ZgEsG-lAp7k/s72-c/DSC07167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3951751629863628800</id><published>2010-10-22T13:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:11:14.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>A minha menina :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TMF_Cw4ezBI/AAAAAAAABOE/TDX8wxtSkZM/s1600/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Av%C3%B4+Victor+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TMF_Cw4ezBI/AAAAAAAABOE/TDX8wxtSkZM/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Av%C3%B4+Victor+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530841502845946898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Está assim. Sempre sorridente, bem disposta e muito meiga e carinhosa para nós e para os seus bebés. É bom vê-la feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-3951751629863628800?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3951751629863628800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3951751629863628800&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3951751629863628800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3951751629863628800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-menina.html' title='A minha menina :)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TMF_Cw4ezBI/AAAAAAAABOE/TDX8wxtSkZM/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Av%C3%B4+Victor+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3408196543098490286</id><published>2010-10-12T00:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:15:32.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias Especiais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas nossas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 anos e meio'/><title type='text'>2 Anos e Meio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TLOadEp3p6I/AAAAAAAABN4/So4oJGZ_BNs/s1600/Ines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526930991969970082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TLOadEp3p6I/AAAAAAAABN4/So4oJGZ_BNs/s320/Ines.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 meses que passaram desde que a nossa princesa nasceu, desde que a nossa vida passou a ter outro significado, desde que a nossa vida passou a ter mais cor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada filha por estes 30 meses maravilhosos que nos destes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amamos-te cada dia mais um bocadinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-3408196543098490286?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3408196543098490286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3408196543098490286&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3408196543098490286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3408196543098490286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-anos-e-meio.html' title='2 Anos e Meio'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TLOadEp3p6I/AAAAAAAABN4/So4oJGZ_BNs/s72-c/Ines.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8148424676428538554</id><published>2010-10-07T00:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:48:16.268+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Sempre em Festa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TK0Afdfz2aI/AAAAAAAABNw/zWh3UNHTGFg/s1600/Casamento+Pedro+e+Ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525072858347461026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TK0Afdfz2aI/AAAAAAAABNw/zWh3UNHTGFg/s320/Casamento+Pedro+e+Ana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No fim-de-semana passado estivemos de casamento. Um primo/irmão que tenho casou. A Inês andava em delírio e passou a semana a falar no casamento, e que queria ir para o casamento, e que ia levar a A. ao P., e que tinha um vestido lindo, e que iam os tios, os primos e os amigos, nunca a tinha visto tão entusiasmada com uma festa. A verdade é que adorou, portou-se muito bem, o sítio era fantástico, e foi mesmo levar a A. ao P. coisa que eu achava meio impossível derivada da mãezite aguda que a ataca nestes dias de festa e que a faz não me largar o colo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como passamos lá o fim-de-semana deu para ir conhecer uns restaurantes fantásticos só foi pena a chuva não nos ter deixado ir dar um passeio pela cidade de Évora que é fantástica (excepto no que toca a estacionamento).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi muito bom e recomenda-se.&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/5688043312614820375-8148424676428538554?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8148424676428538554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8148424676428538554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8148424676428538554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8148424676428538554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/10/sempre-em-festa.html' title='Sempre em Festa!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TK0Afdfz2aI/AAAAAAAABNw/zWh3UNHTGFg/s72-c/Casamento+Pedro+e+Ana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6586879065867326277</id><published>2010-09-28T15:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:50:29.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doenças'/><title type='text'>A Virose volta a atacar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TKIAoa7xFdI/AAAAAAAABNo/NMPxqWbGQXA/s1600/DSC03011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TKIAoa7xFdI/AAAAAAAABNo/NMPxqWbGQXA/s320/DSC03011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521976787534419410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estamos em casa de molho com uma febre que não se sabe de onde vem, já nem me dou ao trabalho de ir com ela à médica porque já sei que vou ouvir a história do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"tem de esperar 3 dias, deve ser uma virose". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enfim. O que nos vai valendo é que cá em casa a malta é rija e não são quase 39ºC de febre que nos deitam abaixo. Podem não acreditar mas dei-lhe banho nessa altura para ver se ajudava a baixar a febre e a disposição era a que a foto mostra. Minha rica filha :))))&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/5688043312614820375-6586879065867326277?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6586879065867326277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6586879065867326277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6586879065867326277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6586879065867326277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/09/virose-volta-atacar.html' title='A Virose volta a atacar.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TKIAoa7xFdI/AAAAAAAABNo/NMPxqWbGQXA/s72-c/DSC03011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7026147403570089749</id><published>2010-09-14T12:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:11:02.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Isto é apanhar um susto de morte!</title><content type='html'>Desculpem qualquer coisinha mas vou ter de partilhar este post &lt;a href="http://osdiasuteis.blogs.sapo.pt/483282.html"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osdiasuteis.blogs.sapo.pt/483282.html"&gt;O dia em que aprendi o que é estar morto.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osdiasuteis.blogs.sapo.pt/483282.html"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; que li no blog "Dias úteis" do Pedro Ribeiro, é uma situação verídica, pela qual ele passou e da qual nenhum de nós está livre. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena ler e reflectir. Há situações em que facilitamos para não perdermos mais um minuto das nossas agitadas vida e com isso podemos perder "muitas coisas".&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/5688043312614820375-7026147403570089749?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7026147403570089749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7026147403570089749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7026147403570089749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7026147403570089749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/09/isto-e-apanhar-um-susto-de-morte.html' title='Isto é apanhar um susto de morte!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1802913302705304714</id><published>2010-08-27T15:41:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:14:07.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verão'/><title type='text'>Voltámos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As nossas férias já acabaram. O tempo está a passar mais depressa ou é só impressão minha? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foram 15 dias cheios de coisas boas, muita praia, muita piscina, muito sol e calor, muitos amigos, muito passeio, muita brincadeira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que este ano a Inês aproveitou realmente a praia, só queria era andar na água, a temperatura da água do mar no Algarve e no Alentejo fazia lembrar as Caraíbas (saudades). O único senão para ela da praia é o mesmo que o meu, a areia*, faz um ar de "nojo" quando fica com areia nas mãos que só visto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/THfV8gq8hTI/AAAAAAAABMs/8iU1r3yGvV4/s320/Ver%C3%A3o+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107904650020146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/THfV9d5ZAqI/AAAAAAAABM8/2qYhUWzjHAk/s320/Ver%C3%A3o+20102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107921085170338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aproveitámos também para ir com ela e com os primos (os emprestados e os de sangue) ao &lt;a href="http://badoca.pt/"&gt;Badoca&lt;/a&gt; ver os animais, quem nunca foi recomendo vivamente, aquilo agora está fantástico e tem imensos animais para ver sem ser no Safari. De qualquer forma eles adoraram andar no "congoio" (combóio) aka tractor a puxar umas "carruagens" e quase no final, embalada pelos solavancos que aquilo dava, a Inês ainda aproveitou para dormir um soninho profundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/THfV-K_VvPI/AAAAAAAABNE/NtP0f3WNJps/s320/Ver%C3%A3o+20104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107933189717234" /&gt;Entre estas aventuras, e pelo facto dela ter um pai que tem uma &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/k2o3"&gt;banda de punk rock&lt;/a&gt;, ainda fomos a um concerto do papá, vestidas a preceito, apesar de muito "girly", onde ela se fartou de dançar e comer batatas fritas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/THfV9HjP7tI/AAAAAAAABM0/uEv_bV3twkM/s320/Ver%C3%A3o+20101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510107915086720722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foram assim as nossas férias, souberam a pouco, mas aproveitámos muito bem todos os momentos os 3 juntinhos. Ela desenvolveu imenso a linguagem, fala pelos cotovelos e muito bem, consegue juntar 2 frases na boa e manter uma conversa connosco. Aprendeu a dizer uma asneira, de vez em quando somos brindados com um "esta meda", é uma vergonha, nós sabemos, mas temo-nos limitado a olhar para o lado e assobiar que dessa forma ela não volta a repetir. Para tudo pergunta o que é isto? E fica feliz quando lhe explicamos o que é, para que serve e como funcionam as coisas. Adora tirar fotografias, tira muitas que ficam bem (eu também era assim, os meus pais ofereceram-me a minha primeira máquina fotográfica devia eu ter uns 7 anos :)) outras nem por isso. Já não usa fralda de dia nem de noite, começou finalmente a dormir a noite toda. Em muitas palavras não diz o r o que por vezes nos leva às lágrimas como por exemplo quando diz em alto e bom som que quer "cagar" (carregar) num qualquer botão, depois há outras palavras como a "cagueira" (cadeira), o póco (copo), o poco (porco),.... e tantas mais coisa que por não anotar de certeza que me vou esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foram umas férias à maneira e esperamos que em breve possamos passar mais uns dias que incluam uma viagem de avião, há que dar uso ao passaporte dela que só tem a validade de 2 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* eu odeio areia, seja no corpo, seja nas toalhas, devo sacudir a toalha umas 500 vezes por dia quando estou na praia e farto-me de dizer que a praia era mesmo fixe se fosse toda relvada.&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/5688043312614820375-1802913302705304714?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1802913302705304714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1802913302705304714&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1802913302705304714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1802913302705304714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/08/voltamos.html' title='Voltámos'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/THfV8gq8hTI/AAAAAAAABMs/8iU1r3yGvV4/s72-c/Ver%C3%A3o+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5034783739527309010</id><published>2010-08-19T16:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:27:35.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estamos em "modo" Férias! Até já.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5034783739527309010?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5034783739527309010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5034783739527309010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5034783739527309010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5034783739527309010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/08/estamos-em-modo-ferias-ate-ja.html' title='Estamos em &quot;modo&quot; Férias! Até já.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-4444108713472793215</id><published>2010-08-05T16:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:02:25.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro tótó</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TFrSf7VVHiI/AAAAAAAABMk/lLirUeRu8AE/s1600/DSC06680.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TFrSf7VVHiI/AAAAAAAABMk/lLirUeRu8AE/s320/DSC06680.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma brincadeira da avó mas digam lá que não fica tão gira :). E sim, aos 2 anos o tamanho do cabelo dela não dá para mais nada do que para isto.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-4444108713472793215?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4444108713472793215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=4444108713472793215&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4444108713472793215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4444108713472793215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-primeiro-toto.html' title='O Primeiro tótó'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TFrSf7VVHiI/AAAAAAAABMk/lLirUeRu8AE/s72-c/DSC06680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2664923145054524805</id><published>2010-08-03T15:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:20:12.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero férias, quero ia para a praia, quero tomar umas belas banhocas, quero acordar às horas que me apetece, quero descansar e sair daqui para fora.</title><content type='html'>Mas ainda faltam alguns dias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2664923145054524805?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2664923145054524805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2664923145054524805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2664923145054524805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2664923145054524805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/08/quero-ferias-quero-ia-para-praia-quero.html' title='Quero férias, quero ia para a praia, quero tomar umas belas banhocas, quero acordar às horas que me apetece, quero descansar e sair daqui para fora.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8005494043872594838</id><published>2010-07-06T13:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:34:16.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não tem cão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não me importava nada de morar de frente para a praia, ou logo ali ao lado, mas ao mesmo tempo ninguém me convence a ir viver para outro lado que não seja o (quase) centro da cidade, e quem me tira o centro da cidade tira-me muita coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daí, como não dá para ao fim do dia ir dar um mergulho no mar, tomamos uma banhoca na piscina do nosso prédio. Sempre dá para refrescar um pouco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TDMiqkWFotI/AAAAAAAABMI/McyeHwuTG04/s1600/Piscina+Pr%C3%A9dio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TDMiqkWFotI/AAAAAAAABMI/McyeHwuTG04/s320/Piscina+Pr%C3%A9dio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490770485400937170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8005494043872594838?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8005494043872594838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8005494043872594838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8005494043872594838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8005494043872594838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/07/quem-nao-tem-cao.html' title='Quem não tem cão...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TDMiqkWFotI/AAAAAAAABMI/McyeHwuTG04/s72-c/Piscina+Pr%C3%A9dio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-9217210682368547581</id><published>2010-07-06T11:33:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:27:27.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias Especiais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escapadinhas'/><title type='text'>Escapadinhas muito saborosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No sábado passado, eu e o pai da casa, fizemos 6 anos de casados. Normalmente vamos sempre comemorar a data com um fim-de-semana a dois, mas desta vez, até pelo maravilhoso e apetecível tempo que fazia, decidimos rumar ao Algarve com a nossa filhota, afinal ela é a expressão maior do amor que nos uniu há 6 anos e que ainda nos une :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A rapariga adorou, assim que entrou no hotel recostou-se num mega sofá a sentir o fresquinho do AC e solta um "aahhhhhhhhh que bom". Para além de lhe sair um "vida boa" de vez em quando e entre mergulhos na pisicna para as crianças da idade dela (foi a primeira vez que usou braçadeiras e dominou).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TDMRxr_U9gI/AAAAAAAABL4/B2REeOA8FUM/s320/6%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+Casamento-+Algarve+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490751916014368258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nós também adorámos a companhia dela, ela portou-se sempre muito bem (sempre sem fralda e sem acidentes) foi um bom teste para umas quaisquer férias num resort para os lados do Caribe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TDMRys23fzI/AAAAAAAABMA/HDjUEeGU5J0/s1600/6%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+Casamento-+Algarve+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TDMRys23fzI/AAAAAAAABMA/HDjUEeGU5J0/s320/6%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+Casamento-+Algarve+20101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490751933427187506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-9217210682368547581?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9217210682368547581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=9217210682368547581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9217210682368547581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9217210682368547581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/07/escapadinhas-muito-saborosas.html' title='Escapadinhas muito saborosas'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TDMRxr_U9gI/AAAAAAAABL4/B2REeOA8FUM/s72-c/6%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+Casamento-+Algarve+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8736336476312789634</id><published>2010-06-30T13:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:35:04.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistível!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCs3HPTGd4I/AAAAAAAABKw/CJv6tTiW2v8/s1600/IMG_6600.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCs3HPTGd4I/AAAAAAAABKw/CJv6tTiW2v8/s320/IMG_6600.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCs5sC62oRI/AAAAAAAABLA/-ordzDoKytY/s1600/In%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCs5sC62oRI/AAAAAAAABLA/-ordzDoKytY/s320/In%C3%AAs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488543999741829394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessão fotográfica na festa de aniversário da Joana. Nunca a tinha visto a posar tão satisfeita. Gajas!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8736336476312789634?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8736336476312789634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8736336476312789634&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8736336476312789634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8736336476312789634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/irresistivel.html' title='Irresistível!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCs3HPTGd4I/AAAAAAAABKw/CJv6tTiW2v8/s72-c/IMG_6600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6353865345655343122</id><published>2010-06-23T15:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:01:33.122+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asneiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>5 minutos de silêncio</title><content type='html'>e dá nisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCIUySYbwhI/AAAAAAAABKY/2ewI3ZXKzk0/s1600/Asneiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCIUySYbwhI/AAAAAAAABKY/2ewI3ZXKzk0/s320/Asneiras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485970150251020818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adenda: Eu aqui só mostro mesmo o corpinho porque o trabalho da artista continuou pelas suas caixas, bonecas, bonecos e tudo mais que esteve à mão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6353865345655343122?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6353865345655343122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6353865345655343122&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6353865345655343122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6353865345655343122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-minutos-de-silencio.html' title='5 minutos de silêncio'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TCIUySYbwhI/AAAAAAAABKY/2ewI3ZXKzk0/s72-c/Asneiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8484408406601704549</id><published>2010-06-18T15:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:21:40.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infantário'/><title type='text'>E hoje é a festa de final de ano da escolinha dela!</title><content type='html'>Está a crescer a nossa menina :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8484408406601704549?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8484408406601704549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8484408406601704549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8484408406601704549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8484408406601704549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-hoje-e-festa-de-final-de-ano-da.html' title='E hoje é a festa de final de ano da escolinha dela!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-4305170119011246635</id><published>2010-06-07T18:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:18:10.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas nossas'/><title type='text'>Parabéns meu amor</title><content type='html'>8 anos é dose. Sei que não sou fácil de aturar, mas tu também  não és pera doce. Acho que é por isso que nos conseguimos entender e continuar a amar. Amo-te cada dia mais um bocadinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-4305170119011246635?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4305170119011246635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=4305170119011246635&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4305170119011246635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4305170119011246635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/parabens-meu-amor.html' title='Parabéns meu amor'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7730405318853410647</id><published>2010-06-04T12:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:41:09.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>Carinha Laroca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAjlouyvbgI/AAAAAAAAA6M/T2VLfKn9eeI/s1600/DSC02634+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAjlouyvbgI/AAAAAAAAA6M/T2VLfKn9eeI/s320/DSC02634+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478881434614590978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que nós nos rimos e derretemos quando ela faz estes sorrisos de malandra :). &lt;div&gt;Isto claro foi depois de lhe termos ditos que íamos à praia, ela agora não fala noutra coisa que seja "ir à paia", o que é uma coisa que nos chateia imenso, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7730405318853410647?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7730405318853410647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7730405318853410647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7730405318853410647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7730405318853410647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/carinha-laroca.html' title='Carinha Laroca'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAjlouyvbgI/AAAAAAAAA6M/T2VLfKn9eeI/s72-c/DSC02634+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2927154892618038201</id><published>2010-06-02T13:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:14:54.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia da Criança'/><title type='text'>Dia da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAZLBjWuKfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Y7Qhxl_r23w/s1600/Dia+da+Crian%C3%A7a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAZLBjWuKfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Y7Qhxl_r23w/s320/Dia+da+Crian%C3%A7a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478148486785280498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao que parece foi um dia com muitas actividades diferentes no infantário. Foi para casa mais cedo porque me ligaram a dizer que a febre tinha voltado. O final da tarde foi passado em casa, assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. Ela pediu-me para ir ao jardim, mas estava muito calor e fazia-o com o dedo na boca, que é sinal de muito soninho :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2927154892618038201?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2927154892618038201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2927154892618038201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2927154892618038201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2927154892618038201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/dia-da-crianca.html' title='Dia da Criança'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAZLBjWuKfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Y7Qhxl_r23w/s72-c/Dia+da+Crian%C3%A7a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1519986275343300217</id><published>2010-06-02T12:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:00:16.739+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primos'/><title type='text'>Tarde de Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAZG0rsc-XI/AAAAAAAAA58/5-VrVt5tlHI/s1600/Dia+da+Crian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAZG0rsc-XI/AAAAAAAAA58/5-VrVt5tlHI/s320/Dia+da+Crian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478143867639101810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem combinarmos nada encontrámos os primos na praia, o que foi fantástico e sinónimo de muita brincadeira :)))).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1519986275343300217?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1519986275343300217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1519986275343300217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1519986275343300217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1519986275343300217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/tarde-de-domingo.html' title='Tarde de Domingo'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/TAZG0rsc-XI/AAAAAAAAA58/5-VrVt5tlHI/s72-c/Dia+da+Crian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8303046569351775301</id><published>2010-05-28T17:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T18:06:28.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dois Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doenças'/><title type='text'>Virose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi o que nos saiu na rifa esta semana  que passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De Domingo para segunda houve um ameaço e na Terça começou uma febra que teimou em não desaparecer, até hoje, assim o espero. Tem estado com alguma tosse e o nariz constipado, mas nada mais. Tirando o facto da febre galopar acima dos 40ºC, se não fizessemos nada, ninguém diria que ela tinha alguma coisa, porque mesmo com 39ºC ela continuava bem disposta a brincar e a fazer asneiras como se nada fosse com ela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O pior era mesmo quando chegava a hora de dar o xarope, seja ele qual for, a nossa casa transforma-se num qualquer palco onde está a ser encenada uma tragédia grega hardcore com a Inês a berrar a todos os pulmões, a tentar acertar na colher, seringa ou o que seja e mandar ao chão e assim que conseguimos aproximar o objecto da boca parece uma anoretica profissional a provocar o vómito, e vomita mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como podem ler, tivemos uma semana que foi um mimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8303046569351775301?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8303046569351775301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8303046569351775301&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8303046569351775301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8303046569351775301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/05/virose.html' title='Virose!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2756093521839408057</id><published>2010-05-20T23:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:43:38.785+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Parabéns tia "Paiça"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_W12yZVwdI/AAAAAAAAA50/599X1XRBVl0/s1600/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Patricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473480874984325586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_W12yZVwdI/AAAAAAAAA50/599X1XRBVl0/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Patricia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que tenhas gostado da (quase) surpresa. O bolo teria ficado bem giro e devidamente acabado se no dia anterior não nos tivesses tu feito uma surpresa :). Gostámos muito de te ter lá nesse dia especial, porque gostamos MUITO de ti e por tu própria seres muito especial. Adoramos-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2756093521839408057?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2756093521839408057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2756093521839408057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2756093521839408057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2756093521839408057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/05/parabens-tia-paica.html' title='Parabéns tia &quot;Paiça&quot;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_W12yZVwdI/AAAAAAAAA50/599X1XRBVl0/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Patricia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1547526999576544289</id><published>2010-05-20T16:25:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:42:06.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passeios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>O que faz o sol e o calor da praia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_VVyeee1gI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fO4MkFhspuc/s1600/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473375247801439746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_VVyeee1gI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fO4MkFhspuc/s320/DSC05866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Põe-nos com muito soninho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1547526999576544289?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1547526999576544289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1547526999576544289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1547526999576544289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1547526999576544289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-faz-o-sol-e-o-calor-da-praia.html' title='O que faz o sol e o calor da praia?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_VVyeee1gI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fO4MkFhspuc/s72-c/DSC05866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5844266417110642410</id><published>2010-05-19T16:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:15:25.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me praia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_P_i0dpaFI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Kqg6NF5jhsA/s1600/Foto0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_P_i0dpaFI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Kqg6NF5jhsA/s320/Foto0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472998945848911954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas sem esta roupa toda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5844266417110642410?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5844266417110642410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5844266417110642410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5844266417110642410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5844266417110642410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/05/apetece-me-praia.html' title='Apetece-me praia'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S_P_i0dpaFI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Kqg6NF5jhsA/s72-c/Foto0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6548573343349513172</id><published>2010-05-03T12:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:13:14.050+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Anos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia da Mãe'/><title type='text'>Ser mãe é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S96vfQgoyYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wU9i5gdez-E/s1600/DSC05699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S96vfQgoyYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wU9i5gdez-E/s320/DSC05699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466999949217024386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a melhor coisa do mundo. Obrigada filha por me fazeres tão feliz. Amo-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6548573343349513172?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6548573343349513172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6548573343349513172&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6548573343349513172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6548573343349513172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/05/ser-mae-e.html' title='Ser mãe é...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S96vfQgoyYI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wU9i5gdez-E/s72-c/DSC05699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5498725949279461713</id><published>2010-04-19T12:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:11:20.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ºAniversário'/><title type='text'>O Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S8xIBcgdYGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bX8fNI0SC2s/s1600/IInf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S8xIBcgdYGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bX8fNI0SC2s/s320/IInf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461819637762973794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S8xIA0I08oI/AAAAAAAAA5M/oqpQjkSTN-4/s1600/2%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+da+In%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S8xIA0I08oI/AAAAAAAAA5M/oqpQjkSTN-4/s320/2%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+da+In%C3%AAs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461819626926436994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S8xIACglfuI/AAAAAAAAA5E/DlQKEIcFlZA/s1600/2%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+da+In%C3%AAs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S8xIACglfuI/AAAAAAAAA5E/DlQKEIcFlZA/s320/2%C2%BA+Anivers%C3%A1rio+da+In%C3%AAs3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461819613604314850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Inês fez dois anos e como na minha opinião as festas de aniversário são um daqueles momentos que nos marcam para sempre, têm de ser sempre em grande, pelo que em vez de uma a Inês teve três. No dia dos anos: no infantário e em casa com os amigos mais velhos, no fim-de-semana com os amiguinhos, quase todos da idade dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tal como as festas, a Inês também teve 3 bolos de aniversário, dois deles mandámos fazer e o outro foi "home made", era para ser uma primeira experiência da mãe com massa de açúcar mas devido ao atraso na elaboração e à chegada repentina das primas "mais velhas" que adoram meter as mãos na massa, transformou-se num experiência/atelier/workshop bem divertido, nota-se pelo ar orgulhoso com que seguram a também sua obra de "arte". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi super divertido e acima de tudo torna-se uma experiência e emoção indescritível vê-los a crescer juntos de ano para ano. E para o ano já temos a Leonor connosco a festejar o seu primeiro aniversário e a disputar o dia (do fim-de-semana) da festa de anos com a prima :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5498725949279461713?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5498725949279461713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5498725949279461713&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5498725949279461713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5498725949279461713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-aniversario.html' title='O Aniversário'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S8xIBcgdYGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bX8fNI0SC2s/s72-c/IInf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2920733558935201257</id><published>2010-04-12T19:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:53:48.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2ºAniversário'/><title type='text'>A minha vida hoje faz 2 anos.</title><content type='html'>É tudo para mim e como costumo dizer eu e o pai que não tem um filho não tem oportunidade de saber o verdadeiro significado de "amor incondicional".&lt;div&gt;Parabéns filha. Amo-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2920733558935201257?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2920733558935201257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2920733558935201257&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2920733558935201257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2920733558935201257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/04/minha-vida-hoje-faz-2-anos.html' title='A minha vida hoje faz 2 anos.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-4877384838954887355</id><published>2010-04-09T16:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:27:08.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E já só faltam 3 dias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-4877384838954887355?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4877384838954887355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=4877384838954887355&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4877384838954887355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4877384838954887355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-ja-so-faltam-3-dias.html' title='E já só faltam 3 dias.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3679585750614758660</id><published>2010-03-30T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:06:38.063+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinte e tês meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>A Lapa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7Ihc8z4vRI/AAAAAAAAA48/xCnRZe7dsKE/s1600/Casamento+Duarte+27+Mar+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7Ihc8z4vRI/AAAAAAAAA48/xCnRZe7dsKE/s320/Casamento+Duarte+27+Mar+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454458879942901010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tirando as partes em que andava a brincar com os primos a Inês passou o tempo colada a mim, na igreja durante o casamento, durante o copo de água, a jantar, ... , não fazem ideia da quantidade de músculos dos braços que descobri que ainda existiam dentro de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-3679585750614758660?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3679585750614758660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3679585750614758660&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3679585750614758660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3679585750614758660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/lapa.html' title='A Lapa'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7Ihc8z4vRI/AAAAAAAAA48/xCnRZe7dsKE/s72-c/Casamento+Duarte+27+Mar+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6615804622692875908</id><published>2010-03-30T16:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:02:13.693+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primos'/><title type='text'>Casório</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7IgdN71IzI/AAAAAAAAA40/C28GGvZL27c/s1600/Casamento+Duarte+27+Mar+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7IgdN71IzI/AAAAAAAAA40/C28GGvZL27c/s320/Casamento+Duarte+27+Mar+101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454457785027994418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim-de-semana tivemos o casamento do meu irmão, a Inês andou em delírio porque estavam lá os primos da idade dela (quase todos), ele eram abraços, beijos, brincadeiras, quedas, choro, disputa de brinquedos, não faltou nada para ser um dia em grande. Ficam as imagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6615804622692875908?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6615804622692875908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6615804622692875908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6615804622692875908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6615804622692875908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/casorio.html' title='Casório'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7IgdN71IzI/AAAAAAAAA40/C28GGvZL27c/s72-c/Casamento+Duarte+27+Mar+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-4414882382423034424</id><published>2010-03-30T16:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:36:28.729+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinte e tês meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passeios'/><title type='text'>O que o sol nos traz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7IaAtjXDaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hnNAq7EsxVg/s1600/Parque+Conchas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7IaAtjXDaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hnNAq7EsxVg/s320/Parque+Conchas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454450698229321122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde bem passada no parque pertinho de casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-4414882382423034424?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4414882382423034424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=4414882382423034424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4414882382423034424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/4414882382423034424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-o-sol-nos-traz.html' title='O que o sol nos traz.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S7IaAtjXDaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hnNAq7EsxVg/s72-c/Parque+Conchas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2979669977162271122</id><published>2010-03-19T11:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:34:21.158Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia do Pai 2010'/><title type='text'>Feliz Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S6Nf5WIqvQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VBTrrZy_fqI/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S6Nf5WIqvQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VBTrrZy_fqI/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450305412847549698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parabéns Papá, hoje é o teu dia. Quero que saibas que és o melhor pai do mundo, que adoro quando me fazes rir, quando me dás beijinhos, quando me mimas, quando és tu. A única coisa que não gosto mesmo é da tua "bába".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo-te muito papá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2979669977162271122?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2979669977162271122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2979669977162271122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2979669977162271122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2979669977162271122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz-dia-do-pai.html' title='Feliz Dia do Pai'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S6Nf5WIqvQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VBTrrZy_fqI/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-3656709428762631851</id><published>2010-03-03T18:25:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:16:21.442Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infantário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeira Vez'/><title type='text'>Já ando na escolinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O dia 1 de Março de 2010 foi o meu primeiro dia de escolinha. Ao fim de quase 2 anos nos mimos da minha avó e da minha mãe, fui para o infantário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O primeiro dia correu melhor do que a mamã esperava, ela pensou que eu ia ficar horas a chorar e que lhe iam ligar a dizer para me vir buscar, mas não. Andei muito triste o dia todo, a choramingar e a chamar pela minha mamã, não brinquei com os meus amigos e andei sempre ao colo da educadora, mas quando ela voltou para me ir buscar eu sorri-lhe, corri para lhe dar um abracinho e depois fui-lhe mostar a sala onde tinha estado a cantar os parabéns a uma amiguinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O segundo dia, tal como esperado, já não correu "tão bem", porque já sabia para o que ia. Fiquei a chorar muito mais do que no 1º dia, não almoçei, continuei a não brincar com os meus amiguinhos e só queria colo das educadoras. Quando a mamã chegou olhei para ela e chorei um bocadinho porque senti muito a falta dela, mas depois ela ficou lá a brincar comigo e com os meus amigos para ver se eu interagia com eles. Vamos ver como corre daqui para a frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fica o registo que a mamã conseguiu, a ir para a escola e em casa depois de vir da escola. Na escola as educadoras não deram tempo à mamã de registar a minha entrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S47m5RHuufI/AAAAAAAAA4U/LzYsbr8_bXs/s1600-h/DSC05020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444542871060265458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S47m5RHuufI/AAAAAAAAA4U/LzYsbr8_bXs/s320/DSC05020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S46tzs4DbGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EnXB9ICCixE/s1600-h/DSC05021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444480103268707426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S46tzs4DbGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EnXB9ICCixE/s320/DSC05021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S46t0oSHARI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zO6Rk4upyuI/s1600-h/DSC05023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444480119215685906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S46t0oSHARI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zO6Rk4upyuI/s320/DSC05023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S46t0G7ky-I/AAAAAAAAA30/vr_dZJkgA4E/s1600-h/DSC05031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444480110262799330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S46t0G7ky-I/AAAAAAAAA30/vr_dZJkgA4E/s320/DSC05031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-3656709428762631851?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3656709428762631851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=3656709428762631851&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3656709428762631851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/3656709428762631851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/ja-ando-na-escolinha.html' title='Já ando na escolinha!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S47m5RHuufI/AAAAAAAAA4U/LzYsbr8_bXs/s72-c/DSC05020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1005354154976064858</id><published>2010-02-22T18:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:07:55.982Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dela'/><title type='text'>Emancipação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lá em casa deixámos de ser a mãe/mamã e o pai/papá para passarmos a ser a Taia e o Uixes. Fixe, não é?! Daqui a umas semanas estou a imaginar ela a sacar-nos a chave do carro e dizer que vai p'rá night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1005354154976064858?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1005354154976064858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1005354154976064858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1005354154976064858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1005354154976064858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/02/emancipacao.html' title='Emancipação'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2482556248070927181</id><published>2010-02-16T20:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:38:00.290Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval'/><title type='text'>Cheirinho a Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3sAod35O1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/evcUfnWTBkA/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438941670193838930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3sAod35O1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/evcUfnWTBkA/s320/DSC02443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para que a Inês um dia mais tarde não diga que somos uns pais desnaturados, num minuto "mascarámos" a rapariga e tirámos umas fotos para a posteridade. Temos em nossa defesa a dizer que lhe comprámos uma fatiota de abelha, só que com este frio era impensável, direi mesmo desumano, vesti-la com aquilo. O que valeu, foi o baú da mãe, que por milagre, já que não gosto nem um bocadinho do carnaval, tinha lá uns adereços que deu para usar. Ora digam lá que não fico um borracho "vestida" de índia moderna ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S: Ana: foi pena não estarmos juntas hoje porque mais uma vez teriamos fotos do casal maravilha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-2482556248070927181?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2482556248070927181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2482556248070927181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2482556248070927181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2482556248070927181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheirinho-carnaval.html' title='Cheirinho a Carnaval'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3sAod35O1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/evcUfnWTBkA/s72-c/DSC02443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7603972126608225642</id><published>2010-02-16T19:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:16:22.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias Especiais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escapadinhas'/><title type='text'>Matar Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez a "desculpa" do dia dos namorados serviu para ir passar um fim-de-semana a dois. Foi fantástico, não só porque aproveitámos para namorar, para descansar, para ir ao cinema, mas acima de tudo, porque conseguimos, aqui mesmo ao lado, matar saudades da neve e do ski. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tivémos uma sorte brutal porque no dia em que fizémos ski, apesar do frio, estava um fabuloso dia de Sol (quando chegámos às pistas às 09.45h estavam -10ºC), e a neve estava óptima. Já tinha tantas, mas tantas saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3r300bdpYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/p3-3oVtCI2c/s1600-h/Serra+Estrela+Fev+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438931986802386306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3r300bdpYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/p3-3oVtCI2c/s320/Serra+Estrela+Fev+20101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3r31vhRBmI/AAAAAAAAA3c/DWQOJJMH-zk/s1600-h/Serra+Estrela+Fev+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438932002664416866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3r31vhRBmI/AAAAAAAAA3c/DWQOJJMH-zk/s320/Serra+Estrela+Fev+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7603972126608225642?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7603972126608225642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7603972126608225642&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7603972126608225642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7603972126608225642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/02/matar-saudades.html' title='Matar Saudades'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3r300bdpYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/p3-3oVtCI2c/s72-c/Serra+Estrela+Fev+20101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8883537702457605207</id><published>2010-02-16T19:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:42:13.176Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias bem passados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amiguinhos'/><title type='text'>Famosos passeiam em Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3rxl_7VQvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ppFB-CFocao/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs+-+Fevereiro+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438925135121040114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3rxl_7VQvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ppFB-CFocao/s320/In%C3%AAs+-+Fevereiro+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que as fotos falam por si, eles parecem o casal Brad Pitt e Angelina Joli num dia de relax. Foi um dia fantástico passado com amigos e a Inês aproveitou para namoriscar com um borracho da idade dela :) ainda por cima aprovado pelos pais. Esperamos repetir assim que o tempo melhore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8883537702457605207?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8883537702457605207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8883537702457605207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8883537702457605207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8883537702457605207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/02/famosos-passeiam-em-lisboa.html' title='Famosos passeiam em Lisboa'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S3rxl_7VQvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ppFB-CFocao/s72-c/In%C3%AAs+-+Fevereiro+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7818490986046928087</id><published>2010-01-31T13:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:25:22.310Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K2o3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inês'/><title type='text'>Punkrácia de palmo e meio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd4bc923373b1875" 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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd4bc923373b1875%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCA5936AA89A39D9AFC2E6830ADF5D7E3F329ACE.17DBD7AA9A920769A3A1B573E78F29D531CA8351%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd4bc923373b1875%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYKKLTXyF5iu-7qqmOO4AWE3yEZ8&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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd4bc923373b1875%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCA5936AA89A39D9AFC2E6830ADF5D7E3F329ACE.17DBD7AA9A920769A3A1B573E78F29D531CA8351%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd4bc923373b1875%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYKKLTXyF5iu-7qqmOO4AWE3yEZ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assim a nossa princesa, uma verdadeira mulher do rock! Há uma semana atrás estreou-se nas lides musicais do seu papá, na Fnac do Vasco da Gama e, desde então, já assistiu a mais 2 concertos. Ontem, dia 30, foi na Fnac do Cascais Shopping. E podem ter a certeza, o público divide-se entre ver os K2o3 ou o espectáculo que esta gajinha dá na maior da descontra, com a maior das naturalidades. Ela pula, ela levanta os braços, abana a cabeça, bate o pé, toda ela é rock da cabeça aos pés. Como devem calcular, é algo que me deixa completamente babado, derretido, orgulhoso, estar a tocar e ver a minha filhota de apenas 21 meses à minha frente de braço levantado, a abanar-se toda, a bater palmas, a curtir à séria. Para além disso, a bebé Lilly foi destronada do top do nosso carro. Agora, são os K2o3 quem lidera as preferências da nossa Inês que pede a "Música do pai" para ir sentada na sua cadeirinha a bater o pé e de punho em riste. Estou tão contente, tão contente, tão contente, tão contente, tão contente, tão contente! Bis, bis, bis, bis, bis, bis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7818490986046928087?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7818490986046928087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7818490986046928087&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7818490986046928087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7818490986046928087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/01/punkracia-de-palmo-e-meio.html' title='Punkrácia de palmo e meio!'/><author><name>Ulisses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11166243277961427796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZRImFjoHHg/TtkB1xdPWvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1TN-hf04Uo8/s220/EU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8702997693030625721</id><published>2010-01-21T15:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:27:38.472Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinte e um meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabelo'/><title type='text'>Novo visual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S1iAHu885wI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qD_9VNtT4SY/s1600-h/Sara+e+In%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429230221146253058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S1iAHu885wI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qD_9VNtT4SY/s320/Sara+e+In%C3%AAs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Das duas. A ela a franja estava sempre em cima dos olhos e incomodava-a, a mim o cabelo (tão) comprido já me estava a irritar e enjoar um bocadinho. Vai daí rumámos ao cabeleireiro para tratar do assunto e viémos de lá assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5688043312614820375-8702997693030625721?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8702997693030625721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8702997693030625721&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8702997693030625721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8702997693030625721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2010/01/novo-visual.html' title='Novo visual'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/S1iAHu885wI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qD_9VNtT4SY/s72-c/Sara+e+In%C3%AAs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2596070159349966674</id><published>2009-12-31T12:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:18:37.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>Porque 2009 não foi um bom ano para muita gente ficam aqui expresso o meu desejo para 2010: Que este ano seja o ano de viragem para coisas positivas, de mudanças com muita saúde, paz e alegria. Para mim e para todos vocês.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5688043312614820375-2596070159349966674?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2596070159349966674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2596070159349966674&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2596070159349966674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2596070159349966674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/12/bom-ano-novo.html' title='Bom Ano Novo'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-342289708593378838</id><published>2009-12-30T12:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:26:00.661Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Natal 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SztHx_yx3jI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jyLujCspjzg/s1600-h/DSC04623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005500734103090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SztHx_yx3jI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jyLujCspjzg/s400/DSC04623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SzuM0N2yf6I/AAAAAAAAA20/3-Io4oi_cXM/s1600-h/Natal+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421081405171072930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SzuM0N2yf6I/AAAAAAAAA20/3-Io4oi_cXM/s400/Natal+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi cheio de estilo, com muitas prendas, familia e amigos. Do melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-342289708593378838?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/342289708593378838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=342289708593378838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/342289708593378838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/342289708593378838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal-2009.html' title='Natal 2009'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SztHx_yx3jI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jyLujCspjzg/s72-c/DSC04623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6451865519998621037</id><published>2009-12-15T23:42:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:48:14.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Baú de memórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SygjGEzsrNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nl2WdBY3E7g/s1600-h/DSC04479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415617139189787858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SygjGEzsrNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nl2WdBY3E7g/s400/DSC04479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje andava à procura de umas decorações de Natal antigas quando me deparo com este casalinho :), quem não se lembra do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMf_ZOZbqaM"&gt;Pedro e da Heidi&lt;/a&gt; *.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Obrigada Sara pela música :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-6451865519998621037?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6451865519998621037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6451865519998621037&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6451865519998621037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6451865519998621037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/12/bau-de-memorias.html' title='Baú de memórias'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SygjGEzsrNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nl2WdBY3E7g/s72-c/DSC04479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-570867787371603873</id><published>2009-12-14T23:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:02:32.426Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas nossas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinte meses'/><title type='text'>20 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foram feitos no sábado e os pais tiveram direito a uma &lt;a href="http://www.musica.iol.pt/artigo.html?id=1095751&amp;amp;div_id=3378"&gt;prenda&lt;/a&gt; :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está cada vez mais gira, mais malandra, mais aventureira, mais independente, mais faladora, mas desenrascada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adenda que é como quem diz acrescenta lá aqui umas coisitas senão daqui a uns tempos não te lembras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A maior diferença que noto nela nesta fase tem a ver com as brincadeiras e a linguagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brincadeiras:&lt;/strong&gt; Como "gaja" que é adora bonecas, os seus bebés como ela lhes chama, e tem resmas deles: brancos, pretos, grandes, pequenos, loiros, morenos, a sorte é que cabem todos na sua vivenda :). Ela despe, ela veste, ela dá banho, põe creme, muda fraldas, dá comer, embala e mima-os muito, passa o tempo a dar beijinhos e a fazer festas aos bonecos ou seja faz tudo aquilo que nós lhe fazemos a ela :). Gosta de ver filmes, desde que seja a Abelha e a Bu, esta semana introduzimos-lhe outro que adorou e não pára de ver, o Shé come ela diz (Shrek de Natal). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós anos do primo Gonçalo experimentou uma moto electrica que lhe ofereceram e só vos digo que temos motoqueira :) aquilo é que era acelerar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linguagem:&lt;/strong&gt; Cada dia diz mais coisa e repete tudo o que dizemos, ainda que algumas coisas em monosilabos. Ora vejamos do que me lembro: Nôte (noite), Shé (Shrek), Abea (Abelha), Bébé, Pó (Colo), Xujo (sujo), Pópó (carro, shame on me), Tê (senta), nda (anda), Embó (Embora), Bó (bola), Ao (Cão), Pá (pato), Pimpesa (princesa), Piza (Pizza), Dá-me (dá-me), To (toma) e tantas outras que agora não me lembro, mas basta nós pedimos para ela repetir e ela repete, tem bom ouvido, sai ao pai de certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah estava-me a escapar a da música, adora tudo o que é música (sai a nós) e assim que a ouve abana-se toda a novidade é que agora faz coreografias que são de chorar a rir, se vê pessoal a dançar na tv tenta emitar os passos e isso inclui deitar-se no chão, levantar pernas e braços, demais, só tenho pena de ainda não ter conseguido registar porque ela faz aquilo quando menos se espera :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está demais esta gajinha linda :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-570867787371603873?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/570867787371603873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=570867787371603873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/570867787371603873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/570867787371603873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-meses.html' title='20 Meses'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1664076078436704487</id><published>2009-12-11T16:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:22:15.046Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amiguinhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primos'/><title type='text'>Agenda Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SyJw6tnmbWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/w_Z-uNlllQY/s1600-h/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414013856033172834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SyJw6tnmbWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/w_Z-uNlllQY/s400/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Francisco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para variar um bocadinho este fim-de-semana não parámos em casa, isto porque a Inês (e nós, claro) tivemos 2 festas de anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os nossos meninos estão a crescer, o Francisco fez 1 aninho e o Gonçinhas 3. Estão lindos os meus sobrinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O mais giro disto tudo é ver como eles já são tão amigos e se adoram uns aos outros, ele é beijos, abraços, festinhas, é delicioso estarmos todos juntos e ver como eles (e nós) se sentem membros de uma grande família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1664076078436704487?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1664076078436704487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1664076078436704487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1664076078436704487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1664076078436704487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/12/agenda-social.html' title='Agenda Social'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SyJw6tnmbWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/w_Z-uNlllQY/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rio+Francisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1444055112810362402</id><published>2009-12-10T21:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:32:37.703Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezanove meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prendas para ela'/><title type='text'>E a solução foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SyFoeRZIUKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/IaULuTKWik8/s1600-h/dvdp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413723096350216354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SyFoeRZIUKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/IaULuTKWik8/s400/dvdp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um belo DVD portátil inteiramento dedicado aos filmes da Inês. Já andávamos há algum tempo a pensar em comprar um e achamos que este seria a altura certa, a bem da nossa sanidade mental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1444055112810362402?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1444055112810362402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1444055112810362402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1444055112810362402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1444055112810362402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-solucao-foi.html' title='E a solução foi...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SyFoeRZIUKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/IaULuTKWik8/s72-c/dvdp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-8576126854820805099</id><published>2009-11-29T19:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:33:36.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feitio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preferências'/><title type='text'>Programas televisivos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cá em casa não temos problemas em escolher o programa, documentário, série, filme ou o que seja que queiramos ver na televisão porque na verdade e estando a Inês acordada, só temos duas hipóteses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou este...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SxLKZla9eaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hn9-OvaNBjQ/s1600/Monsters+inc+2001%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409608643316119970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SxLKZla9eaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hn9-OvaNBjQ/s400/Monsters+inc+2001%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou este...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SxLKZJYwsMI/AAAAAAAAA2A/AqQX-yiDWho/s1600/bee-movie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409608635790700738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SxLKZJYwsMI/AAAAAAAAA2A/AqQX-yiDWho/s400/bee-movie%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E é assim que eles nos começam a dominar, porque se tivermos a ousadia de mudar para outra coisa ela diz ou "Bu" ou "Abea" e se no espaço de 5 seg não voltarmos a repor os ditos ela levanta-se de onde estiver e vai desligar a Tv, ou se vê o que ela quer ou não se vê nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estamos a criar uma monstrinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-8576126854820805099?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8576126854820805099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=8576126854820805099&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8576126854820805099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/8576126854820805099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/11/programas-televisivos.html' title='Programas televisivos.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SxLKZla9eaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hn9-OvaNBjQ/s72-c/Monsters+inc+2001%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1604548253549158751</id><published>2009-11-17T19:23:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:20:35.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gripe A'/><title type='text'>Gripe A: Vacinar ou não vacinar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este título começa a repetir-se em muitos blogs e aqui não vai ser excepção.&lt;br /&gt;Nós, depois de termos recolhido várias opiniões médicas de pessoas em quem confiamos e dessas opiniões serem no sentido de vacinar, assim o iremos fazer, se nada houver em contrário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou partilhar com vocês aquilo que me disseram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pediatra: "Apenas temos que seguir as recomendações da DGS e da OMS, não temos dados para refutar estas indicações" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma Pneumonologista: "Se estivesse na minha posição que dava. Diz que a vacina é tão segura como qualquer outra da gripe Sazonal e que as reacções adversas que pode causar são as mesmas que qualquer outra vacina pode. Disse que o tipo de complicação (normalmente pneumonia virica) que esta gripe pode provocar é muito grave nas crianças pequenas e que normalmente precisam sempre de ventilação assistida (o que pode não ser possível quando o número de casos for muito elevado), que temos tido muita sorte com o tempo que tem atrasado esse aumento mas que ele vai acontecer. Que muitos dos receios que se sentem derivam da desinformação que ainda há e que fazia falta explicarem os beneficios em vez de falares apenas e de forma exacerbada das possiveis reacções adversas (a mais grave tem 0,001% de ocorrer). Ela e todos os colegas do serviço já foram vacinados".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um Infecciologista: "Aconselha a dar especialmente pelas complicações que pode prevenir. Disse-me para não ter problemas que a vacina é muito segura e inócua. Que ele ia levar esta semana." (Este meu amigo tenho a certeza absoluta que não me diria isto se não tivesse a certeza).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aquilo que quero aqui recolher são opiniões dos vossos pediatras relativamente a este assunto ou das reacções ou não dos vossos filhos à vacina, caso já a tenham levado. Colaborem, sim?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E meninas de outros países também nos podem contar o se diz por aí. Ouviste Emigra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui fica um link do blog do professor &lt;a href="http://azulnuvem.blogspot.com/2009/11/vacina-anti-gripe.html"&gt;Mário Cordeiro &lt;/a&gt;e a opinião dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1604548253549158751?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1604548253549158751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1604548253549158751&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1604548253549158751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1604548253549158751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/11/gripe-vacinar-ou-nao-vacinar.html' title='Gripe A: Vacinar ou não vacinar?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5147893248943399687</id><published>2009-11-12T15:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:32:25.278Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezanove meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>19 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É hoje. Dezanove. Não falta muito para fazeres 2 aninhos. Já dizes e fazes tantas coisas, especialmente asneiras, lá em casa as frases mais ouvidas já são "Inês, sai daí.; Inês, não faças isso.; Inês, desce daí; Cuidado, Inês; e por aí fora. O que me alenta é que, na minha opinião, é (também) assim que eles aprendem, que descobrem... há lá criança que não faça asneiras. E mais vale aos 19 meses que aos 19 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria deixar aqui também um beijinho especial para o Gonçalo, que faz hoje 2 aninhos. Parece que foi ontem que ainda fui com uma barriga pequenina ver-te. O tempo passa depressa demais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5147893248943399687?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5147893248943399687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5147893248943399687&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5147893248943399687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5147893248943399687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/11/19-meses.html' title='19 Meses'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-6167735565220512332</id><published>2009-11-03T18:14:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:40:37.033Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezoito meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeira Vez'/><title type='text'>Bolinhos</title><content type='html'>"Cá na terra" há a tradição de no dia 1 de Novembro, dia de todos-os-santos, as crianças irem de porta em porta pedir os "bolinhos*", basicamente isso consiste em chegar às portas e gritar a todo o pulmão, "Bolinhos, bolinhos... em louvor de todos os santinhos", e em troca receber moedas, bolos e doces. Aquilo é o delirio para eles, assim como também o era para mim e para os meus primos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este ano a Inês também foi com as primas e primos, as respectivas mamãs e o PAPÁ dela e não largava nem por nada o seu saquinho e o mealheiro. Para o ano repetimos com toda a certeza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SvB5n5D-uFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/db7PwbSsIWo/s1600-h/Bolinhos+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399949679456598098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SvB5n5D-uFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/db7PwbSsIWo/s400/Bolinhos+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;* Em Lx e outros lugares há quem chame pedir "pão por Deus".&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/5688043312614820375-6167735565220512332?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6167735565220512332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=6167735565220512332&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6167735565220512332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/6167735565220512332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/11/bolinhos.html' title='Bolinhos'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SvB5n5D-uFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/db7PwbSsIWo/s72-c/Bolinhos+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5085283357990610079</id><published>2009-10-20T15:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:35:15.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ulisses'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/St3KP-d3RTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/IQh0N4gP3do/s1600-h/casam+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/St3KP-d3RTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/IQh0N4gP3do/s320/casam+042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394690304474826034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz aniversário amor da nossa vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tens duas mulheres que te amam muito e que conseguem não ter ciúmes uma da outra :), não é para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto à prenda, em vez de uma tens duas cá em casa :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5085283357990610079?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5085283357990610079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5085283357990610079&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5085283357990610079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5085283357990610079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/10/parabens-amor.html' title='Parabéns Amor!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/St3KP-d3RTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/IQh0N4gP3do/s72-c/casam+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5628376408837867122</id><published>2009-10-14T14:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:10:44.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prendas para ela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenvolvimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezoito meses'/><title type='text'>Radical. Quem, eu?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f12ab83edb7503a1" 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://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df12ab83edb7503a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D722AE30E9DB98372C4327ACEB45F01445BF1468F.1C06A33F74BD99B4CCE253B253A1CCC330871B68%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df12ab83edb7503a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYeWPVrWmdVK_q_LIYj6IjPcDqwU&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://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df12ab83edb7503a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331183828%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D722AE30E9DB98372C4327ACEB45F01445BF1468F.1C06A33F74BD99B4CCE253B253A1CCC330871B68%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df12ab83edb7503a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYeWPVrWmdVK_q_LIYj6IjPcDqwU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esta foi a prenda que os meus pais lhe deram pelos 18 meses, escusado será dizer que tem sido a loucura lá em casa. Só falta mesmo arranjar um colchão ou qualquer coisa do género para lhe amparar as quedas e evitar que dê uma pancada com a cabeça no chão ou na parede. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Falta também dizer que ela já aprendeu a subir sozinha para o escorrega, coisa que tentamos evitar pois qualquer dia, não tem tempo de se sentar bem e vai de cabeça, mas uns galos fazem faz parte, verdade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5628376408837867122?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5628376408837867122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5628376408837867122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5628376408837867122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5628376408837867122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/10/radical-quem-eu.html' title='Radical. Quem, eu?!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1092001609993677846</id><published>2009-10-12T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:15:47.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezoito meses'/><title type='text'>18 Meses</title><content type='html'>Que é como quem diz 1 ano e meio de paixão, de amor incondiconal, de fascínio... mas também de falta de descanso, de noites mal dormidas, de silêncio e sossego, de casa arrumada :). Nada que qualquer beijinho, abraço ou sorriso, não nos faça esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamos-te filha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1092001609993677846?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1092001609993677846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1092001609993677846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1092001609993677846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1092001609993677846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/10/18-meses.html' title='18 Meses'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-5008225557030462594</id><published>2009-09-28T16:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:46:39.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas nossas'/><title type='text'>Um doce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o que a nossa filha é. Tem a sua dose de "destarvada", de teimosa, de irrequieta e de malandra, mas depois é meiga, muito meiga e beijoqueira. Quando esta na caminha para dormir e estamos com ela enche-nos de beijos e de abraços, de festinhas e de mimos. É tão bom adormecê-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-5008225557030462594?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5008225557030462594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=5008225557030462594&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5008225557030462594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/5008225557030462594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-doce.html' title='Um doce!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-9055920010011308279</id><published>2009-09-23T17:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:50:58.476+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezasete meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeira Vez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabelo'/><title type='text'>A primeira carecada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrpPuOfY8cI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Jo9hNHbO_eQ/s1600-h/Fotos+Telem%C3%B3vel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384703960057180610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrpPuOfY8cI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Jo9hNHbO_eQ/s320/Fotos+Telem%C3%B3vel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aconteceu por acaso e já há perto de uma semana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu fui cortar o cabelo e como nesse dia não tinha com quem a deixar tive de a levar, como a franja já a andavam a chatear e passava a vida a esfregar os olhos  por se sentir incomodada e "picada", pedi à cabeleireira para lhe cortar as pontas da franja. Como o cabelo dela estava assim um bocadinho esquisito, porque tinha muito cabelo no meio mas dos lados pouco, acabei por pedir para dar um jeitinho na cabeleira toda. A verdade é que o cabelo está mais forte e a crescer mais depressa. Ela portou-se como eu nunca me portei num cabeleireiro em pequena, lindamente :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-9055920010011308279?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9055920010011308279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=9055920010011308279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9055920010011308279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/9055920010011308279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/09/primeira-carecada.html' title='A primeira carecada.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrpPuOfY8cI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Jo9hNHbO_eQ/s72-c/Fotos+Telem%C3%B3vel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-2317489085106410128</id><published>2009-09-17T16:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:54:38.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezasete meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brincadeiras'/><title type='text'>Aí vou eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrJa-luXyEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Nxvj-d5S0oQ/s1600-h/DSC03913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382464535986161730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrJa-luXyEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Nxvj-d5S0oQ/s320/DSC03913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrJa-JfGiXI/AAAAAAAAA04/-IAf35GRd6g/s1600-h/DSC03909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382464528405924210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrJa-JfGiXI/AAAAAAAAA04/-IAf35GRd6g/s320/DSC03909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A nossa bebé transformou-se numa menina que adora brincar fora de casa, se isso incluir novas experiências, melhor. É com esta alegria que ela se aventura escorrega abaixo. &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/5688043312614820375-2317489085106410128?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2317489085106410128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=2317489085106410128&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2317489085106410128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/2317489085106410128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-vou-eu.html' title='Aí vou eu!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SrJa-luXyEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Nxvj-d5S0oQ/s72-c/DSC03913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-7506253581981729844</id><published>2009-09-16T19:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:41:44.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezasete meses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brincadeiras'/><title type='text'>"Mi casa es su casa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47FnHYdW2O8/SrEubUneh_I/AAAAAAAAABc/i-z5k3hCN0s/s1600-h/DSC03960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382134076610086898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47FnHYdW2O8/SrEubUneh_I/AAAAAAAAABc/i-z5k3hCN0s/s320/DSC03960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47FnHYdW2O8/SrEuCtM1I4I/AAAAAAAAABU/xpMOhBBJ6qQ/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382133653712479106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47FnHYdW2O8/SrEuCtM1I4I/AAAAAAAAABU/xpMOhBBJ6qQ/s320/DSC03958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 17 meses, a nossa Inês mudou-se para a sua própria casa, com a vantagem de não ter sido necessário subsrever um crédito à habitação por um período de 30 anos. Pois é, decidimos presentear a nossa princesa com uma verdadeira vivenda que ocupa uma parte considerável da nossa sala mas que a deixa feliz como nunca a vimos. Como cada visita ao Toys ‘R’ Us era uma perdição para a Inês na zona residencial, decidimos que, pelo facto de nunca nos ter dado problemas com as notas escolares, com os namorados, nem com estupefacientes, que esta seria uma forma de lhe estimular e promover o bom comportamento manifestado até então. E assim foi. A felicidade era tanta, que no dia em que estavamos a montar a “vivenda”, a rapariga já lá estava dentro em euforia, beijando a mãe, abraçando o pai, como quem diz “vocês são uns bacanos, são os melhores pais do mundo. Obrigado, obrigado, obrigado”. Sinceramente, nunca a tinha visto tão feliz com um presente. E quando assim acontece, os nossos corações de manteiga derretem-se completamente em escassos milésimos de segundo. Agora, lá em casa, todos os caminhos vão dar à “vivenda da Inês”. Ela entra, ela sai, ela vai p’ra varanda, ela fecha e abre janelas e portas, ela senta-se no seu mini sofá a descansar, ela tranca o pai lá dentro. Enfim, é a pura da loucura. E nós estamos tão felizes por vê-la tão feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-7506253581981729844?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7506253581981729844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=7506253581981729844&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7506253581981729844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/7506253581981729844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/09/mi-casa-es-su-casa.html' title='&quot;Mi casa es su casa&quot;'/><author><name>Ulisses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11166243277961427796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZRImFjoHHg/TtkB1xdPWvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1TN-hf04Uo8/s220/EU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47FnHYdW2O8/SrEubUneh_I/AAAAAAAAABc/i-z5k3hCN0s/s72-c/DSC03960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-1296910280089217135</id><published>2009-08-26T17:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:30:23.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenvolvimento'/><title type='text'>Aos 16 meses estamos assim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos dentinhos novos, já são 10 e acho até que ainda estão mais para rebentar, o último foi o 1º molar inferior direito, ela tinha a gengiva tão grossa e tão vermelha que até me fazia impressão, mas com uns gemidos de noite, uma rabujice e uns miminhos extra eles lá vão rebentando sem fazer mais estragos, é o que se quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relativamente à alimentação, continua boa boca, não é esquisita com nada, prova e normalmente gosta de tudo, come o que nós comemos, se não for muito condimentado. Provou gelado e agora quando nos vê comer pede sempre, provou bolachas com recheio de chocolate com uma prima da idade dela e agora é fã, claro que come uma lá de vez em quando. Acho que o prato preferido dela é peixe grelhado com broculos e batata cozida, ainda bem, pelo menos um dia mais tarde não vai ter problemas em fazer uma dietazita :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na linguagem evoluiu muito, mesmo, diz montes de palavrinhas novas, às vezes esqueço-me de registar, mas por exemplo: quando esta farta de estar em casa pôe o chapéu e diz, "boia" (embora), quando acaba de comer diz "já tá" e tenta tirar o babete, se lhe perguntamos se quer mais diz "mais não", diz obrigada duma forma que não consigo sequer escrever, se lhe dizemos a ela diz "nade", quando vamos embora diz "xau", quando nos quer dar alguma coisa diz "tome" e se quer que lha demos diz "dá", diz "tade" a quem lhe diz boa tarde ou se nos ouve dizer e por aí fora, a mim parece-me que a rapariga tem bom ouvido e consegue com facilidade emitar os sons, porque quando lhe pedimos para dizer alguma coisa ela quase que diz algo com o mesmo som... ah, e agora adora que lhe cantemos os parabéns, diz "para...." e espera que continuemos a cantiga pois ela so sabe aquele bocadinho, emita também os sons da música do noddy, que bommmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança com tudo o que é ritmo ou música, bate o pé, a mão, abana a cabeça, se lhe pergunto como é que dança as músicas do pai levanta os braços e abana-os, mas isto só filmado, é demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há muitas mais coisas que me estou a esquecer, mas assim que me lembrar venho aqui acrescentar e registar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-1296910280089217135?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1296910280089217135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=1296910280089217135&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1296910280089217135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/1296910280089217135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/08/aos-16-meses-estamos-assim.html' title='Aos 16 meses estamos assim.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688043312614820375.post-449091904288397094</id><published>2009-08-25T22:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:12:17.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primeira Vez'/><title type='text'>As nossas férias</title><content type='html'>já acabaram.&lt;br /&gt;Estivemos em Lisboa, em Peniche, no Alentejo, no Algarve e por aí fora, fartamo-nos de passear e de fazer algumas primeiras coisas, entre ela usar ganchinho.&lt;br /&gt;Tomámos muitas banhocas, brincámos na areia, saltámos nas ondas, a água estava super quente, tanto que por alguns momentos transportavamo-nos para as Caraíbas que este ano falhámos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SpRewVXPi-I/AAAAAAAAA0g/_mZHZ5stuYg/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs+-+Praia+Santiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374024439821208546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SpRewVXPi-I/AAAAAAAAA0g/_mZHZ5stuYg/s320/In%C3%AAs+-+Praia+Santiago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pelo meio tivemos o primeiro aniversário da nossa Madalena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SpRewn61kMI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7VW2GUyDAaU/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs+-+Agosto+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374024444802339010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SpRewn61kMI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7VW2GUyDAaU/s320/In%C3%AAs+-+Agosto+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No Algarve estivemos com os tios e os primos, tomámos muitas banhocas na piscina e brincámos muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SpRexJeYJWI/AAAAAAAAA0w/EpOmMxg0ukQ/s1600-h/In%C3%AAs+-+Agosto+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374024453809775970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SpRexJeYJWI/AAAAAAAAA0w/EpOmMxg0ukQ/s320/In%C3%AAs+-+Agosto+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5688043312614820375-449091904288397094?l=filho-da-mae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/449091904288397094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5688043312614820375&amp;postID=449091904288397094&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/449091904288397094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688043312614820375/posts/default/449091904288397094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filho-da-mae.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-nossas-ferias.html' title='As nossas férias'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134319478124173575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kXjDGJeBsM/TcE-msG6sdI/AAAAAAAACCU/J36vatmm0oo/s220/DSC08057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYC3KjJr5iM/SpRewVXPi-I/AAAAAAAAA0g/_mZHZ5stuYg/s72-c/In%C3%AAs+-+Praia+Santiago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
