<?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-33231742</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:58:48.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário do Victor</title><subtitle type='html'>Victor é um menininho muito esperto que compartilha com os leitores as suas experiências nesta vida, desde os primórdios no berço, passando pelas descobertas, alegrias, decepções e o amor da mamãe e do papai, sempre auxiliando na desafiadora jornada da existência.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7339077472758530466</id><published>2010-09-26T23:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:33:09.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma coisa que eu disse hoje.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/TKACDN_KsJI/AAAAAAAABQI/43gSoeffkag/s1600/P1020192.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/_QXCeTYiqQq0/TKACDN_KsJI/AAAAAAAABQI/43gSoeffkag/s400/P1020192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521415397473693842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não sei se ando meio filosófico demais pra um guri de quatro anos e meio, mas realmente não pude deixar de escrever aqui um pensamento que eu tive hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu estava indo com o papai para uma festinha de aniversário. Pegamos aquele trem que anda debaixo da terra, o que eu adoro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No caminho, perguntei: "Papai, o que é que existe dentro dos olhos de todas as pessoas?" E o papai respondeu: "Sangue... Veias... e outras partes difíceis de explicar". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pra surpresa do papai e de uma senhorinha que estava no banco ao lado, acrescentei: "Dentro dos meus olhos tem sonhos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aí o papai perguntou aonde eu ouvi isso, mas eu, sem perder o foco da conversa, expliquei: "É que quando eu durmo e sonho com a minha escola, eu 'enxergo' os meus amigos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tá bem explicado, meus leitores? Dentro dos nossos olhos temos os sonhos... Então, não vamos "perdê-los de vista", ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/33231742-7339077472758530466?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7339077472758530466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7339077472758530466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7339077472758530466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7339077472758530466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-coisa-que-eu-disse-hoje.html' title='Uma coisa que eu disse hoje.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/TKACDN_KsJI/AAAAAAAABQI/43gSoeffkag/s72-c/P1020192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6720245271059971149</id><published>2010-08-27T14:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:35:01.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas férias na Bahia</title><content type='html'>Pessoal, ando meio sem tempo pra brincar de blog, mas hoje resolvi colocar aqui umas fotos incríveis das minhas férias na casa do vovô, na Bahia. Praia! Adoro praia... Catei muitas conchinhas do mar e inventei uma brincadeira nova que chamei de "Amigo-Concha" na qual eu personifico as conchas mais bonitas fazendo suas vozes, e assim elas "conversam" umas com as outras. Legal, né? Passeei no jipe do vovô, joguei futebol e apreciei a boa comida praiana com muitos frutos do mar e sucos diversos. Ah, e não posso deixar de dizer que adorei passear de avião, né? Adoro a cosquinha na barriga no momento da decolagem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijinho pra Marina, que tá morando "lá nas férias". Eu não a via desde "o dia da revelação": &lt;a href="http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2006/11/revelao.html"&gt;http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2006/11/revelao.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos pra todo mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/THgsWbYfS3I/AAAAAAAABPQ/O2QZEdAKUaQ/s400/whp07-10+051.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510202907907017586" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/THgsXZX2hcI/AAAAAAAABPo/rKwkn9GevRE/s1600/whp07-10ccc+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/THgmS6v5llI/AAAAAAAABOg/aZQRqbhiyVc/s400/whp07-10bbb+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510196250537465426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-6720245271059971149?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6720245271059971149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6720245271059971149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6720245271059971149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6720245271059971149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2010/08/minhas-ferias-na-bahia.html' title='Minhas férias na Bahia'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/THgsWbYfS3I/AAAAAAAABPQ/O2QZEdAKUaQ/s72-c/whp07-10+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4519172011411907949</id><published>2010-02-22T23:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:01:25.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Aninhos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oi Pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Aqui estou eu pra contar sobre o primeiro grande evento de 2010, o meu aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Como de costume, comemorei com os meus amigos da escolinha. Neste ano, dividi a festa com o Mario, que, assim como os demais da minha "gang", faz aniversário na mesma quinzena. Ambos fizemos quatro aninhos... Parabéns Mario! Viva a nossa amizade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NE0IU6iqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/s9xKQWorW9M/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NEzgVALhI/AAAAAAAABOI/5j3pz_F4x9c/s1600-h/IMG_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NEzgVALhI/AAAAAAAABOI/5j3pz_F4x9c/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441268426435735058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NEzJ6JeQI/AAAAAAAABOA/UkMD8EFDQ8g/s1600-h/IMG_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NEzJ6JeQI/AAAAAAAABOA/UkMD8EFDQ8g/s400/IMG_1821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441268420417517826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NEyhGJErI/AAAAAAAABN4/5gKFYx_GkpU/s1600-h/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NEyhGJErI/AAAAAAAABN4/5gKFYx_GkpU/s400/IMG_1815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441268409461969586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NE0eP54VI/AAAAAAAABOY/-KLqZF_pkJc/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NE0eP54VI/AAAAAAAABOY/-KLqZF_pkJc/s400/IMG_1829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441268443057348946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NE0IU6iqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/s9xKQWorW9M/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NE0IU6iqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/s9xKQWorW9M/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441268437172783778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;É bom ter 4 anos. Fraldinhas completamente abandonadas. Mamadeira é passado!! E já aprendi a ter um maior domínio da canetinha, consigo desenhar e identificar o triângulo, o quadrado, o círculo... e invento histórias, muitas histórias! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Grandes planos pra chegar aos 5! Será que até lá já saberei dirigir? Jogar no Palmeiras? Será que este ano aprendo a calcular raiz quadrada? Derivadas e integrais? Declarar Imposto de Renda? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Só mesmo vivendo pra ver o que virá... E viver é uma delícia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Victor&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/33231742-4519172011411907949?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4519172011411907949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4519172011411907949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4519172011411907949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4519172011411907949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-aninhos.html' title='4 Aninhos!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/S4NEzgVALhI/AAAAAAAABOI/5j3pz_F4x9c/s72-c/IMG_1834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-5740129546874856512</id><published>2009-12-01T18:56:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:13:13.334-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancin' Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoal, chegou a festa de fim de ano da minha escola! E foi de arromba. Fechamos o tradicional Teatro Brigadeiro e apresentamos vários números inspirados no cinema e na TV, destacando O Mágico de Oz, Cantando na Chuva, Grease e Jailhouse Rock, entre outros. A minha turminha apresentou Dancin' Days. Aliás, para ver um trechinho em vídeo onde eu apareço vestido de "bócolis", basta clicar aqui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nfo6SFwdpYU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nfo6SFwdpYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui vão algumas fotos do evento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSz6TjiEI/AAAAAAAABNs/F0FvLOz9Lmg/s1600-h/IMG_1606RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411025266575378498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSz6TjiEI/AAAAAAAABNs/F0FvLOz9Lmg/s400/IMG_1606RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSuD1UKSI/AAAAAAAABNk/UMslNvdPioQ/s1600-h/IMG_1617RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411025166053681442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSuD1UKSI/AAAAAAAABNk/UMslNvdPioQ/s400/IMG_1617RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSoS9fAqI/AAAAAAAABNc/m1dS1czhCyg/s1600-h/IMG_1608RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411025067035263650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSoS9fAqI/AAAAAAAABNc/m1dS1czhCyg/s400/IMG_1608RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSibIz6JI/AAAAAAAABNU/cRa3WVrkEHM/s1600-h/IMG_1641RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024966151039122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSibIz6JI/AAAAAAAABNU/cRa3WVrkEHM/s400/IMG_1641RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSdLJXiYI/AAAAAAAABNM/0XebMx8E2aE/s1600-h/IMG_1631RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024875959060866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSdLJXiYI/AAAAAAAABNM/0XebMx8E2aE/s400/IMG_1631RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSYU_ZD1I/AAAAAAAABNE/1on-n0zpSmY/s1600-h/IMG_1596RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024792702226258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSYU_ZD1I/AAAAAAAABNE/1on-n0zpSmY/s400/IMG_1596RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSTrGps-I/AAAAAAAABM8/zxgGw84H7hY/s1600-h/IMG_1594RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024712738911202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSTrGps-I/AAAAAAAABM8/zxgGw84H7hY/s400/IMG_1594RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSOiOI7MI/AAAAAAAABM0/VmfKVLouQ1M/s1600-h/IMG_1593RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411024624455052482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSOiOI7MI/AAAAAAAABM0/VmfKVLouQ1M/s400/IMG_1593RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E viva as festas de fim de ano!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-5740129546874856512?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5740129546874856512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=5740129546874856512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5740129546874856512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5740129546874856512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/12/dancin-days.html' title='Dancin&apos; Days'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SxfSz6TjiEI/AAAAAAAABNs/F0FvLOz9Lmg/s72-c/IMG_1606RED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3785980269378562627</id><published>2009-11-04T19:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:31:40.758-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SvHyfw-OhOI/AAAAAAAABMk/65p8MYNi83E/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SvHyfw-OhOI/AAAAAAAABMk/65p8MYNi83E/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400364055729702114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olá, meus queridos leitores! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depois de longa ausência, estou de volta para continuar contando a minha história. E a primeira coisa que devo contar é o motivo da minha ausência de alguns meses. Após alguns anos de incríveis aventuras, meus pais resolveram se separar. De início fiquei muito chateado, pois o sonho de toda criança é ver os pais sempre juntos. Mas, como a gente não pode controlar todas as coisas, às vezes é melhor abrir mão desse sonho do que ter que conviver com o pesadelo do desentendimento... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Demorou um pouquinho, mas acabei percebendo que não perdi nada. Tenho a minha mamãezinha na casa dela e o meu papaizinho na casa dele. Com isso, eu tenho duas casas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O mais importante é que o papai e a mamãe continuam conversando com todo respeito sobre tudo o que importa para mim, assim eu não fico prejudicado em nada. Continuo na minha escolinha, e as tias até já disseram que meu comportamento não sofreu qualquer alteração, o que significa que absorvi muito bem essa nova realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Coisas da vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então, por enquanto é isso. Prometo voltar em breve contando as últimas aventuras, e posso garantir que são diversas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Victor &lt;/span&gt;&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/33231742-3785980269378562627?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3785980269378562627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3785980269378562627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3785980269378562627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3785980269378562627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/11/coisas-da-vida.html' title='Coisas da Vida'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SvHyfw-OhOI/AAAAAAAABMk/65p8MYNi83E/s72-c/IMG_1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7502386149373641376</id><published>2009-07-14T19:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:09:51.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases elaboradas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sl0NWomd-sI/AAAAAAAABMM/fE44ZDMkk0Q/s400/IMG_0877.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358453814147807938" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pessoal, conforme eu vou crescendo, aprendo a falar coisas cada vez mais cômicas. Algumas que eu disse recentemente foram:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Come futa, Juju! Faz bom pra saúde."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Catando frutas no pomar e oferecendo para o priminho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Mamãe, solta esse cabelo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Aconselhando a mamãe em termos estéticos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Tem uma loja de família naquela esquina mágica, né?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Voltando a pé da escola e observando as coisas pelo caminho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Tio Elias, desce desse muro que você vai cair de buuuuuunda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Vendo o tio Elias, zelador da escola, equilibrando-se num muro para limpar o beiral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"A Mummy tem a boca cheia de meleca. Ela não escova os dentes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Assistindo ao filme "A Múmia")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"O Hulk também não escova os dentes, né tio?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Mostrando a capa do DVD do Hulk para o moço da videolocadora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Pi-pi-pi-pi-pi, Piscila. Tá vendo? Eu sou pequeno"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Explicando porque não consegue falar Pri-pri-pri, de Priscila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Kite, deixa a Joy em paz! Ela é moçinha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Dando bronca no Kite, que estava perturbando a Joy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sl0OF196uBI/AAAAAAAABMU/g7cYRmeNb9c/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sl0OF196uBI/AAAAAAAABMU/g7cYRmeNb9c/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sl0OF196uBI/AAAAAAAABMU/g7cYRmeNb9c/s400/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358454625189672978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Quando eu me lembrar mais coisas que andei dizendo, atualizarei o blog, tá bom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7502386149373641376?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7502386149373641376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7502386149373641376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7502386149373641376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7502386149373641376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/07/frases-elaboradas.html' title='Frases elaboradas.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sl0NWomd-sI/AAAAAAAABMM/fE44ZDMkk0Q/s72-c/IMG_0877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6656528366023117068</id><published>2009-07-05T09:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:27:29.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa junina 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCcC48IOxI/AAAAAAAABME/3pKHmvwVa8A/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCcC48IOxI/AAAAAAAABME/3pKHmvwVa8A/s400/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354951530401774354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCbhmW--QI/AAAAAAAABL8/qbYUNQeq_dM/s1600-h/IMG_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCbhmW--QI/AAAAAAAABL8/qbYUNQeq_dM/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354950958478457090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCbQnYFKKI/AAAAAAAABL0/3i2WAvqI2nk/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCbQnYFKKI/AAAAAAAABL0/3i2WAvqI2nk/s400/IMG_0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354950666693716130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCZ_oonOLI/AAAAAAAABLs/qMZ3sgsKZZA/s1600-h/IMG_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCZ_oonOLI/AAAAAAAABLs/qMZ3sgsKZZA/s400/IMG_0841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354949275462088882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCYbMqkAdI/AAAAAAAABLk/jf_aM6cR9hc/s1600-h/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCYbMqkAdI/AAAAAAAABLk/jf_aM6cR9hc/s400/IMG_0839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354947549967155666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCXmoICr0I/AAAAAAAABLc/Rziw7BrmwSc/s1600-h/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCXmoICr0I/AAAAAAAABLc/Rziw7BrmwSc/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354946646805491522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-6656528366023117068?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6656528366023117068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6656528366023117068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6656528366023117068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6656528366023117068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/07/festa-junina-2009.html' title='Festa junina 2009'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SlCcC48IOxI/AAAAAAAABME/3pKHmvwVa8A/s72-c/IMG_0856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-382586029845023137</id><published>2009-06-16T11:09:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:22:02.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus Berçinho Mágico, Olá Caminha Grande!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pessoal, hoje é o marco de uma mudança nas minhas noites. Acabou de chegar a minha nova caminha. Já não sou mais nenê, o meu berçinho estava ficando um pouco apertado. Nesse berço passei noites muito felizes !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjeuCMGWacI/AAAAAAAABK8/TN57Y6IPR-I/s1600-h/16-17_09_06+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjeuCMGWacI/AAAAAAAABK8/TN57Y6IPR-I/s400/16-17_09_06+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347934435156584898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjetTRAgqjI/AAAAAAAABK0/MRCkD8vZpsc/s1600-h/02+-+04_11_06+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjetTRAgqjI/AAAAAAAABK0/MRCkD8vZpsc/s400/02+-+04_11_06+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347933629020416562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjesaliFKkI/AAAAAAAABKs/JzIcZ9femGw/s1600-h/13_01_07+001.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/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjesaliFKkI/AAAAAAAABKs/JzIcZ9femGw/s400/13_01_07+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347932655277386306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sjer-26Dj8I/AAAAAAAABKk/3fQFRL_TX4s/s1600-h/23_Fev_07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sjer-26Dj8I/AAAAAAAABKk/3fQFRL_TX4s/s400/23_Fev_07+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347932178905010114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjeqpG3WldI/AAAAAAAABKc/ay0Qu5YHvXM/s1600-h/Fev_07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjeqpG3WldI/AAAAAAAABKc/ay0Qu5YHvXM/s400/Fev_07+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347930705719891410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjepaTIXaLI/AAAAAAAABKU/Karfgnef-OY/s1600-h/CIMG0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjepaTIXaLI/AAAAAAAABKU/Karfgnef-OY/s400/CIMG0404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347929351802808498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Foi uma linda época, mas agora que eu cresci bastante, já posso usar esta cama de menino grande! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sjjd1t_iR-I/AAAAAAAABLE/Zcrlwq2IPWM/s400/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348268472451352546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjjesTxhRMI/AAAAAAAABLM/fSo17GTtPzE/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjjesTxhRMI/AAAAAAAABLM/fSo17GTtPzE/s400/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348269410306049218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjjfX8Uz77I/AAAAAAAABLU/Qe0nylXQQyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjjfX8Uz77I/AAAAAAAABLU/Qe0nylXQQyQ/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270159925866418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-382586029845023137?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/382586029845023137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=382586029845023137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/382586029845023137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/382586029845023137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/adeus-bercinho-magico-ola-caminha.html' title='Adeus Berçinho Mágico, Olá Caminha Grande!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SjeuCMGWacI/AAAAAAAABK8/TN57Y6IPR-I/s72-c/16-17_09_06+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2525970387712106628</id><published>2009-06-05T23:12:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:47:53.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocorreu na Festa da Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Pessoal, hoje vou contar o que aconteceu na Festa da Família, que ocorreu lá na minha escola, numa recente manhã de sábado. Instalaram um teatrinho no pátio. Eu e toda a criançada, com todos os papais e mamães, nos acomodamos para assistir ao teatrinho. E vieram vários personagens da minha geração: Bob Esponja, Shrek, Nemo &amp;amp; Dory, Os Backyardigans, Júlio e a Turma do Cocoricó, só pra citar alguns.Mas o melhor estava reservado para o final. Algumas crianças se voluntariaram para participar do teatrinho, colocando roupas típicas de fábulas e contos infantis. Teve criança vestida de leão, de zebra, de girafa, princesinhas, lobo mau etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Mais do que depressa eu corri lá pra trás do cenário e fui escolher uma roupa também. Ainda não se sabe ao certo se fui eu que escolhi a roupa vermelha de príncipe ou se os tios escolheram por mim. O fato é que uma vez vestido de príncipe e apresentado à platéia como tal, eu pedi a palavra (eufemismo para "tomei o microfone") e tratei de explicar que eu não era um príncipe, mas sim o Papai Noel. Isso mesmo. Roupa vermelha de veludo só pode ser o Papai Noel. Tentaram argumentar, salientando que o Natal está longe e o Papai Noel não costuma dar as caras em maio. Mas eu não quis nem saber. Finquei posição no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Papai Noel e fui posar para as fotos, junto com as princesinhas e os bichos da floresta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Aqui estão as fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Victor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2525970387712106628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/06/ocorreu-na-festa-da-familia.html' title='Ocorreu na Festa da Família'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SinUVAQGfkI/AAAAAAAABJc/YR41NgeKMxM/s72-c/IMG_0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1943059841554702631</id><published>2009-05-29T20:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:04:40.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu adoro manteiga de amendoim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pessoal, hoje estou aqui só pra contar uma coisa que eu descobri recentemente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU ADORO MANTEIGA DE AMENDOIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SiB30o8gb0I/AAAAAAAABI8/41Y4qv9z_cw/s1600-h/Manteiga+de+amendoim+pintada.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SiB30o8gb0I/AAAAAAAABI8/41Y4qv9z_cw/s400/Manteiga+de+amendoim+pintada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341400904289513282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1943059841554702631?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1943059841554702631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1943059841554702631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1943059841554702631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1943059841554702631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-adoro-manteiga-de-amendoim.html' title='Eu adoro manteiga de amendoim!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SiB30o8gb0I/AAAAAAAABI8/41Y4qv9z_cw/s72-c/Manteiga+de+amendoim+pintada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-9124572251360553508</id><published>2009-05-10T23:48:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:04:09.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das mães - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;rabéns mamãezinha! Obrigado ao Papai do Céu por termos passado um domingo tão lindo, juntinhos no sítio da vovó, comemorando o seu dia! Obrigado mamãe, pelo privilégio de ser seu filho. Obrigado por me ensinar tudo o que eu preciso na vida e por nunca me deixar à deriva. Seu amor é tudo o que mais importa para mim. Te amo, mamãe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SgeYdy9uDuI/AAAAAAAABIs/Wnr3ey2MSGg/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SgeXoniXPLI/AAAAAAAABIk/X2zL-GLOgmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SgeXoniXPLI/AAAAAAAABIk/X2zL-GLOgmQ/s400/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334399007707315378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-9124572251360553508?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/9124572251360553508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=9124572251360553508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/9124572251360553508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/9124572251360553508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-das-maes-2009.html' title='Dia das mães - 2009'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SgeXoniXPLI/AAAAAAAABIk/X2zL-GLOgmQ/s72-c/IMG_0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-9197859706435068112</id><published>2009-05-04T20:18:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:08:40.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Casamento do tio Fábio e da tia Paulinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Um megaevento, uma superprodução, uma sucessão de festividades que durou mais de dois dias, culminando com um baile que me deixou totalmente capotado. Assim foi o casamento do meu tio Fábio. Aqui estão algumas das fotos que o papai tirou nessas festas para homenagear os noivos. Que sejam muito felizes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332123375175388178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf-B9XvizBI/AAAAAAAABGM/2Kq9Juol-lI/s400/IMG_0275.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf-Ek5dtOHI/AAAAAAAABG0/Tmpw8zMR_TI/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332124726979138482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf-DMDmrE7I/AAAAAAAABGc/GShXEXeVkHc/s400/IMG_0222.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf-BUvBR25I/AAAAAAAABGE/LmtXTYcpoq0/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf-AV1DLSDI/AAAAAAAABF0/HhUpSj6z0tU/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332118704805388818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf99thQkIhI/AAAAAAAABFU/1EtzexsZQ6M/s400/IMG_0315.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332119978332418098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf9-3phEcDI/AAAAAAAABFk/1hdV8EIiBKc/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-9197859706435068112?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/9197859706435068112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=9197859706435068112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/9197859706435068112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/9197859706435068112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-casamento-do-tio-fabio-e-da-tia.html' title='O Casamento do tio Fábio e da tia Paulinha'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sf-B9XvizBI/AAAAAAAABGM/2Kq9Juol-lI/s72-c/IMG_0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4867726677643570684</id><published>2009-04-26T22:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:39:54.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvel 3 X 1 DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SfUMF3pXYtI/AAAAAAAABEM/FBbEoIrQVT0/s1600-h/Herois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SfUMF3pXYtI/AAAAAAAABEM/FBbEoIrQVT0/s400/Herois.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329179029039178450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 18px; "&gt;É uma aranha? É um morcego? É um mutante? É um lingote de ferro-gusa no puff ? Não!!! É o super Vitinho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E olha que o carnaval já foi faz tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Victor&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/33231742-4867726677643570684?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4867726677643570684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4867726677643570684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4867726677643570684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4867726677643570684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/marvel-3-x-1-dc.html' title='Marvel 3 X 1 DC'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SfUMF3pXYtI/AAAAAAAABEM/FBbEoIrQVT0/s72-c/Herois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1298918155696722586</id><published>2009-04-13T22:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:34:57.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O terrível monstro de chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SePlz8DvosI/AAAAAAAABEE/-qy54G3csvc/s1600-h/P5090001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SePlz8DvosI/AAAAAAAABEE/-qy54G3csvc/s400/P5090001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324351864939979458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;Pessoal, muita atenção! Está a solta pela cidade o incrível monstro de chocolate que só ataca durante a páscoa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Em tempo, saiu o resultado do meu exame. Ainda não sei o que causa a minha alergia, mas já sei de algumas coisas que não causam... Leite, ovos, peixe e amendoim, entre outras delícias, estão a salvo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Acho que eu vou ter que fazer mais exames... Xi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS - Aparentemente o cacau também está liberado caso contrário eu já teria entrado em estado de choque, certo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1298918155696722586?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1298918155696722586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1298918155696722586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1298918155696722586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1298918155696722586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-terrivel-monstro-de-chocolate.html' title='O terrível monstro de chocolate'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SePlz8DvosI/AAAAAAAABEE/-qy54G3csvc/s72-c/P5090001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1382991619681768264</id><published>2009-04-08T19:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:23:35.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alergia do *%$#¨&amp;¨%#@!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sd0iZNmTXLI/AAAAAAAABD8/xe6xmC8OEnQ/s1600-h/P5090021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sd0iZNmTXLI/AAAAAAAABD8/xe6xmC8OEnQ/s400/P5090021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322448151164181682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oi turma. Tô chateado hoje. Acometido de uma tenebrosa alergia durante o último mês, fui consultar um especialista na segunda-feira. Fui muito elogiado pelo meu comportamento durante o exame. Aliás, até achei divertido “fazer exame”. Até onde entendi, fazer exame inclui sair mais cedo da escola, passear de carro, ver coisas novas e simplesmente ficar sentado enquanto um tio olha para as minhas coceiras e escreve coisas num papelzinho. Depois a gente chega em casa, ganha elogios... até que dois dias depois o papelzinho que o tio escreveu acaba por reservar tenebrosa surpresa: O famigerado exame de sangue. A gente é tirado da cama às 6:30 da madrugada, sem poder tomar toddynho e nos levam a um antro de crueldades onde inocentes criancinhas são espetadas por agulhas enormes enquanto se debatem feito sardinhas recém pescadas. Fiquei p. da vida. Apesar de sair de casa com sono e com fome, acabei aceitando a idéia de um passeio fora de hora, achando que, no máximo, iria ver algum outro tio pra “fazer exame”. Mas dessa vez foi dose. Ficaram cavoucando a agulha no meu braçinho até achar o encanamento do sangue... Exigi meus direitos. Bradei aos quatro ventos: “Tira isso de mim!! Eu quero sair daqui! Eu quero embora!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas depois de passado o pior, me levaram na padoca pra comer pão-de-queijo com suquinho e por fim fui pra escola com um lindo band-aid da Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ufa! Criança sofre, viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS – Como todo sofrimento tem uma razão de ser, em uma semana saberei a causa da minha alergia.  Aguardem que eu conto o final da novela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1382991619681768264?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1382991619681768264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1382991619681768264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1382991619681768264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1382991619681768264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/alergia-do.html' title='Alergia do *%$#¨&amp;¨%#@!!!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sd0iZNmTXLI/AAAAAAAABD8/xe6xmC8OEnQ/s72-c/P5090021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7232213702245054375</id><published>2009-04-04T22:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:50:22.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem lugar pra mamãezinha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoal, nesta última semana fiz o meu primeiro passeio com a escola. Em outras palavras, a primeira vez que eu saí pra passear sem o papai e/ou a mamãe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fomos visitar a "Cidade do Livro", um lugar muito legal aqui em São Paulo, roteiro frequente das boas escolinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321016262022574146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SdgMGS3usEI/AAAAAAAABDk/t9FpGuTVG8c/s400/P4010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como não estou acostumado a esse tipo de passeio, quando cheguei na escola perguntei pra tia: "No ônigus tem lugar pra mamãezinha?" E me explicaram que não... dessa vez não...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321016805658653090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SdgMl8Eq8aI/AAAAAAAABDs/yhQIMvHBxrI/s400/ATgAAAAhLquZRMW8tx9Apmikrpd8KfIMXJGz3quWuBkgcvU7knOtsWADdM1E7KXNb1KDt-3CZj0nZNRwwF-HzrT9_URmAJtU9VDf45WfcVamGkGJCnGeHQ7A_1DO6Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; (Aqui nesta foto eu apareço com os meus amigos Mario, Henrique, João Gabriel, Enzo, Isadora, Mariana e Giovanna, dentre outros cujos nomes agora me fogem da memória.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321016965461478802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SdgMvPYojZI/AAAAAAAABD0/Qk3tn89VmHo/s400/ATgAAABt2REuqevlqeZCbpl9k_DlbQx7_ROBlMMAPPn7Q3yW5byqBFrwyymQ_wCKhfamjY4JoLv8urQ01UARU4XUL4isAJtU9VCdaJgg3McXeq_M60rU4_ofXjxFIQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(Aqui estão minhas professorinhas no "ônigus": Tia Lu, Tia Érica, Tia Cris e Tia Roberta)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando cheguei em casa contei do passeio pro papai e pra mamãe. A parte que eu mais gostei foi mesmo andar de ônigus. E movendo a cabeçinha para os lados eu expliquei que "no ônigus as crianças vão pra lá, e depois as crianças vem pra cá..." Cômico não? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aviso aos papais de plantão: não se preocupem muito com os nossos destinos de passeios. A gente gosta mesmo é dos trajetos! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7232213702245054375?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7232213702245054375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7232213702245054375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7232213702245054375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7232213702245054375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/04/tem-lugar-pra-mamaezinha.html' title='Tem lugar pra mamãezinha?'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SdgMGS3usEI/AAAAAAAABDk/t9FpGuTVG8c/s72-c/P4010005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8032778230078349399</id><published>2009-03-27T22:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:19:22.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu pai aos 2 anos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sc16zl8dR8I/AAAAAAAABDc/4JR0y_OsVJY/s400/F1000030.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318041761772029890" /&gt;Pessoal, hoje estou aqui para divulgar a vocês uma fita do século passado que foi descoberta pelos antropólogos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pra quem não acredita, basta clicar no link abaixo e ver meu pai (pelado, oh!) uma semana depois de completar 2 anos de idade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dqc7YuTMXiw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dqc7YuTMXiw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); "&gt;Espero que gostem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Victor&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/33231742-8032778230078349399?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8032778230078349399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8032778230078349399' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8032778230078349399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8032778230078349399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/03/meu-pai-aos-2-anos.html' title='Meu pai aos 2 anos.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sc16zl8dR8I/AAAAAAAABDc/4JR0y_OsVJY/s72-c/F1000030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1618758863146541503</id><published>2009-03-25T08:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:13:47.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>24/03 - Parabéns pro Jujuba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScoRglpbMuI/AAAAAAAABDU/R787JtBFnKY/s1600-h/CIMG0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScoRglpbMuI/AAAAAAAABDU/R787JtBFnKY/s400/CIMG0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317081561623638754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pessoal, hoje é o aniversário do meu priminho Juliano! Viva!!! Jujuba, vai ter bolo e biga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1618758863146541503?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1618758863146541503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1618758863146541503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1618758863146541503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1618758863146541503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/03/2403-parabens-pro-jujuba.html' title='24/03 - Parabéns pro Jujuba!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScoRglpbMuI/AAAAAAAABDU/R787JtBFnKY/s72-c/CIMG0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-5239614888712361178</id><published>2009-03-19T21:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:15:13.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScLjipBk9OI/AAAAAAAABDM/D4dSlRgH5zA/s1600-h/CIMG1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScLjipBk9OI/AAAAAAAABDM/D4dSlRgH5zA/s400/CIMG1481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315060694518133986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Pra minha vovó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Ei, vovó ! Feliz Aniversário!!!! Vai ter “biga”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Para aquela que dedica, provavelmente, o maior amor que pode existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Ao teu lado, sou feliz, mimado ao extremo, recebo os beijos mais carinhosos e, no futuro, receberei as maiores lições de vida, pois sei que de você virá sempre o melhor dos conselhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Espero que esteja sempre junto comigo nas minhas conquistas, nos momentos de frustrações, em todas as minhas doenças, compartilhando meus sonhos, as tempestades e as calmarias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Com você aprenderei lições preciosas e saberei reconhecer em ti, minha avó querida, o significado das palavras força, fé, família e doação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;O começo da minha vida tem sido de máxima felicidade. A continuar nesse caminho, tenho certeza de que, quando eu crescer, sonharei apenas em voltar a ser criança para correr pela sua casa, por entre as suas árvores frutíferas, rolando pela grama com seus cachorrinhos, entrando e saindo das tocas do pomar, esperando ansioso durante os dias de escola pela chegada do fim de semana, para receber seu colinhos, seus afagos e beijinhos, poder brincar, nadar, pular e tomar “coca-lola” de copinho na sua preciosa companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Um beijo especial de aniversário, vovozinha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-5239614888712361178?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5239614888712361178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=5239614888712361178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5239614888712361178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5239614888712361178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/03/pra-minha-vovo-ei-vovo-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScLjipBk9OI/AAAAAAAABDM/D4dSlRgH5zA/s72-c/CIMG1481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2930028393768250602</id><published>2009-03-17T20:28:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:49:05.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caras e Caretas com a mamãe em 16-03-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA2WDANgAI/AAAAAAAABDE/_1JYvQVV_lw/s1600-h/CIMG3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314307312688398338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA2WDANgAI/AAAAAAAABDE/_1JYvQVV_lw/s400/CIMG3138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA1-9mY7rI/AAAAAAAABC8/LXfO85b4iGw/s1600-h/CIMG3137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314306916100927154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA1-9mY7rI/AAAAAAAABC8/LXfO85b4iGw/s400/CIMG3137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA1jZEpcNI/AAAAAAAABC0/xVcqDd2OvTI/s1600-h/CIMG3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314306442439258322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA1jZEpcNI/AAAAAAAABC0/xVcqDd2OvTI/s400/CIMG3139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA1JkQecFI/AAAAAAAABCs/ZIVDACYeCsk/s1600-h/CIMG3141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305998765060178" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAzuJz4KtI/AAAAAAAABCU/MU7wvH-L0g0/s400/CIMG3144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAzTnzPgVI/AAAAAAAABCM/_jJcuAW-i4g/s1600-h/CIMG3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314303972491624786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAzTnzPgVI/AAAAAAAABCM/_jJcuAW-i4g/s400/CIMG3145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAy6g6lXgI/AAAAAAAABCE/0ZqHDs_cUwc/s1600-h/CIMG3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314303541146639874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAy6g6lXgI/AAAAAAAABCE/0ZqHDs_cUwc/s400/CIMG3146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAyqg0ZpaI/AAAAAAAABB8/KKW0ZORqDrE/s1600-h/CIMG3147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314303266242799010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAyqg0ZpaI/AAAAAAAABB8/KKW0ZORqDrE/s400/CIMG3147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAybeHYSeI/AAAAAAAABB0/SBxZD8XXdvM/s1600-h/CIMG3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314303007819057634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScAybeHYSeI/AAAAAAAABB0/SBxZD8XXdvM/s400/CIMG3149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-2930028393768250602?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2930028393768250602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=2930028393768250602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2930028393768250602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2930028393768250602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Caras e Caretas com a mamãe em 16-03-09'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ScA2WDANgAI/AAAAAAAABDE/_1JYvQVV_lw/s72-c/CIMG3138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8063897786469951785</id><published>2009-03-13T21:36:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:06:31.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário da minha mamãezinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SbsDBUGrnhI/AAAAAAAABBc/r0ZrgfXPDtw/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SbsDBUGrnhI/AAAAAAAABBc/r0ZrgfXPDtw/s400/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312843506525117970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sbr_1TFBbuI/AAAAAAAABBE/4-Svq8oITWE/s1600-h/Pri+004+PB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sbr_1TFBbuI/AAAAAAAABBE/4-Svq8oITWE/s400/Pri+004+PB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312840001556410082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sbr_Kgc6aPI/AAAAAAAABA8/d6twSzt_gGA/s1600-h/IMG_2412.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/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sbr_Kgc6aPI/AAAAAAAABA8/d6twSzt_gGA/s400/IMG_2412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312839266411899122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sbr9nAkrv-I/AAAAAAAABA0/gqHovu_3ufM/s1600-h/P4110005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Sbr9nAkrv-I/AAAAAAAABA0/gqHovu_3ufM/s400/P4110005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312837557047508962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal, hoje é 13 de março, aniversário da minha mamãe. Parabéns mamãezinhaaaaaaa!!! Parabéns Priscilaaaaaaa!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo, te amo, te amo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-8063897786469951785?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8063897786469951785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8063897786469951785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8063897786469951785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8063897786469951785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/03/aniversario-da-minha-mamaezinha.html' title='Aniversário da minha mamãezinha'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SbsDBUGrnhI/AAAAAAAABBc/r0ZrgfXPDtw/s72-c/IMG_2380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2705338846443034542</id><published>2009-03-08T21:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:23:40.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho de uma noite de verão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SbRgoINzaKI/AAAAAAAABAk/QZ1jYrn40dQ/s1600-h/P4070022red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SbRgoINzaKI/AAAAAAAABAk/QZ1jYrn40dQ/s400/P4070022red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976103093069986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;O que são os sonhos? Serão lembranças do que aconteceu recentemente? Ou a representação de uma peça teatral em nossa mente, composta pelos elementos das nossas maiores alegrias e possivelmente dos maiores medos? Fruto das experiências próprias ou das observações? Reminiscências de outras existências ou insights do futuro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Creio que os sonhos são isso tudo e muito mais. Longe estamos de compreender os mecanismos dos sonhos, mas é incrível como eles fazem sentido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Outro dia eu acordei no meio da noite, qualquer coisa entre 3:00 e 4:00 da manhã. Chorando chamei pela mamãe e pelo papai. Quando entraram no meu quarto eu estava em pé no berço pedindo ajuda:  "Eu tô perdido! Tô perdido no shopping!"  Chorando e gritando, mesmo em pé, ainda sonhava. Pensei que eu tinha me perdido durante um passeio com meus pais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Fui acalmado, ganhei uma mamica e depois que tudo passou eu expliquei: "Eu tava chorando porque eu me perdi. Eu tava perdido no meio do shopping, tinha gente na frente, tinha gente atrás, tava cheio de gente e eu tava perdido..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Essa história é absolutamente verídica, aliás, todas do meu blog são.  Quando eu crescer e ler estas lembranças, acho que vou dar muita risada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SbRgNGuYt6I/AAAAAAAABAc/qHCzzWMJOnY/s400/P3200073.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310975638836393890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Victor  &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/33231742-2705338846443034542?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2705338846443034542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=2705338846443034542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2705338846443034542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2705338846443034542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonho-de-uma-noite-de-verao.html' title='Sonho de uma noite de verão.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SbRgoINzaKI/AAAAAAAABAk/QZ1jYrn40dQ/s72-c/P4070022red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1918330620124931972</id><published>2009-02-25T16:58:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:46:39.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragédia no meu lago favorito</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWjXc03nZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/16XEjpEFMfk/s400/1127681-0159-atm14.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306827359196257682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Foto acima: Hermano Freitas/Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&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-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pessoal, está cada dia mais difícil viver nesta cidade. Agora, além da poluição generalizada, temos também desastres ambientais nos pequenos oásis verdes que nos servem de refúgio nos finais de semana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hoje a minha postagem é sobre uma verdadeira catástrofe ecológica, ocorrida anteontem no lago do Parque da Aclimação, o meu preferido para passeios em sábados ensolarados. Ainda não entendi bem as razões técnicas do ocorrido, mas ao que parece, após a tempestade, o lago "escorreu pelo ralo"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Espero que os reparos necessários sejam feitos imediatamente, para que as aves e peixes que sobreviveram à tragédia possam voltar para casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Abaixo, algumas do meu arquivo, todas no Parque da Aclimação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaW0sqUhSsI/AAAAAAAABAU/phOBY1v-FpA/s400/06_Ago_06+-+o+primeiro+passeio+no+parque+004.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306846415293598402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaW0MJ0OlvI/AAAAAAAABAM/tl6mRAKoaz4/s400/06_Ago_06+-+o+primeiro+passeio+no+parque+010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306845856812406514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWzP7L2TzI/AAAAAAAABAE/h_ITKuVgBVw/s400/Imagem+036.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306844822092795698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWsCD8dhxI/AAAAAAAAA_M/jCHW4JBuZKo/s400/06_Ago_06+-+o+primeiro+passeio+no+parque+003.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306836887344613138" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWwSU7cYmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/CWVnuBcqPAc/s400/DSC00113.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306841564828164706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWvyE4Jm4I/AAAAAAAAA_s/EKk1zIfxmhw/s400/CIMG2678.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306841010763570050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWvKEaS8II/AAAAAAAAA_k/jpQGg929mik/s400/CIMG2682.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840323443585154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWtHHlMO2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/0QZh4QkrGr4/s400/Imagem+054.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306838073731726178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Coitados desses patinhos. Tomara que tenham escapado do dilúvio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);  font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Victor (chateado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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/33231742-1918330620124931972?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1918330620124931972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1918330620124931972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1918330620124931972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1918330620124931972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/02/tragedia-no-meu-lago-favorito.html' title='Tragédia no meu lago favorito'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SaWjXc03nZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/16XEjpEFMfk/s72-c/1127681-0159-atm14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-5135115848846997339</id><published>2009-02-15T07:23:00.025-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:02:37.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As fotos do meu aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pessoal, conforme prometido, aqui estão as fotos. Neste ano as comemorações começaram do dia 1º (dia do meu aniversário real), com um bolo e presentes na casa da vovó, e terminaram no dia 13, com a festinha na escola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfv7hm7kJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/rr1VJeLog5Q/s400/CIMG4580.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302970892165025938" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Aqui eu estou admirado com a caixa do meu novo trenzinho GeoTrax)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfwOjosIaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/id5vpmtfiW0/s400/CIMG4581.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302971219126788514" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Colocando o trenzinho para funcionar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfwgjAdWfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Qzpfn1uaUd8/s400/CIMG4586.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302971528195693042" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Eu com cara de pastel vendo o trenzinho descer a ladeira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfw9F2jMaI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Y8IHN3Bzc0c/s400/CIMG4577.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302972018585711010" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Eu segurando o meu novo barquinho de radiocontrole. Muuuuuuito legal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfxa4fawnI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ZG0e9hASSCA/s400/CIMG4627.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302972530395103858" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Eu, tio Fábio e os infames "bigas")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfzAFrUKqI/AAAAAAAAA-A/qawlviFxcFs/s400/CIMG2933.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302974269101451938" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Eu experimentando a fantasia do Wolverine para o dia da festinha na Aiaia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfyZe8sxtI/AAAAAAAAA94/GyOZVakppR8/s400/CIMG2930.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302973605870356178" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Wolverine treinando a cara de mau pra dar susto nos amigos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZgCJq4df1I/AAAAAAAAA-4/ASVO6acwB6k/s400/P3160005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302990926381940562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Wolverine fazendo flexões de braço para ficar forte no dia da festa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZf5CN3W9YI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/y0tNcHhQicM/s400/CIMG2947.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302980902728955266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Mamãe, tia Lu e tia Vanessa ajeitando o bolo e os "bigas")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZf-8Sb9F9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jLUEkU8VA_8/s1600-h/painel_anivers%C3%A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZf-8Sb9F9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jLUEkU8VA_8/s400/painel_anivers%C3%A1rio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302987397946742738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(Meus amigos da Aiaia na festinha, muitos fantasiados. Tinha Spiderman, Batman, Superman, Sportacus, Caveira, Power Rangers, Ninja, Ben 10 e várias princesinhas, destacando Cinderella, Branca de Neve e fadinhas)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muito obrigado, pessoal! Meu aniversário de 3 anos foi inesquecível! Agora vamos começar as aventuras do quarto ano. Os desafios estão aumentando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-5135115848846997339?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5135115848846997339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=5135115848846997339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5135115848846997339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5135115848846997339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-fotos-do-meu-aniversario.html' title='As fotos do meu aniversário'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SZfv7hm7kJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/rr1VJeLog5Q/s72-c/CIMG4580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6567455401170755167</id><published>2009-02-01T22:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:59:36.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTÃO TÁ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;AÊEEEEEEE, CHEGOU MEU DIA!!! IUPIIII!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Agora me dá licença que eu vou desfrutar dos meus privilégios de aniversariante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Fotos da comemoração em breve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Victor&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/33231742-6567455401170755167?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6567455401170755167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6567455401170755167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6567455401170755167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6567455401170755167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/02/entao-ta.html' title='ENTÃO TÁ!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3890909144484611190</id><published>2009-01-31T21:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:00:26.108-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Menos de 24 horas para "então tá!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reta final, gente! Só vou dormir mais uma noite e quando eu acordar já será meu dia! Amanhã, aproximadamente às 14:10hs eu completo 3 aninhos e inicio o quarto ano da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SYTl-szgz7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/_1M9kIKOkNo/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297611927036415922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3890909144484611190?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3890909144484611190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3890909144484611190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3890909144484611190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3890909144484611190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/01/menos-de-24-horas-para-entao-ta.html' title='Menos de 24 horas para &quot;então tá!&quot;'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SYTl-szgz7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/_1M9kIKOkNo/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8182943785707088784</id><published>2009-01-26T22:41:00.026-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:30:44.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagem regressiva para "então tá!" e Feliz 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Olá, pessoal! Desculpem a demora, mas acontece que todos comemoram o ano novo no dia 1º de janeiro e eu só começo a contar no dia 1º de fevereiro, ou seja, estou na iminência de completar meu terceiro ano. Entrei oficialmente em contagem regressiva para “então tá!”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295778129248165026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SX5iJnsenKI/AAAAAAAAA64/rQTcSk-UYfQ/s400/CIMG2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;(Aqui estou eu sorrindo para a câmera no Parque do Ibirapuera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;Tal qual o homem na Lua, no último ano dei alguns pequenos passos que para mim significaram grandes conquistas. Em 2008 aprendi a pedalar a tonka e com menos de um mês de 2009 já estou pedalando a bicletinha que ganhei no natal. Ainda sob os auspícios de Noel, aprendi a usar o vaso sanitário e enviar a minha caca para o Pólo Norte, como matéria de troca por brinquedos e doces (um péssimo negócio para o bom velhinho).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprendi a me comunicar melhor, a expressar meus pensamentos, a imitar os bichos, a chamar os amigos pelo nome. Aprendi que sou muito afortunado por ter papai e mamãe, tios e tias, vovôs e vovós. Percebi que algumas coisas são mais divertidas do que outras. Brincar com água é maravilhoso, seja na piscina, na praia, na bacia ou simplesmente na mangueira. Brincar dentro de uma toca é sinônimo de alegria, especialmente quando a toca é uma árvore frutífera carregadinha, mas mesmo que seja só um cobertor no sofá também é sensacional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296505982460215842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SYD4IQNFwiI/AAAAAAAAA8w/kuURiwHHA0Q/s400/Judith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Eu e a mamãe no Parque da Aclimação conhecendo a Judith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprendi que tenho limites e que aqueles que mais me amam são justamente os que jamais deixarão de impor esses limites que eu tanto preciso conhecer. Aprendi que tenho amigos, uma patota na escolinha em perfeita sintonia de peraltice (Eu, o Mário, o Henrique e o João Gabriel -turminha identificada pelo nome de "A Quadrilha", segundo as tias).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296507945228207746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SYD56gFchoI/AAAAAAAAA84/hRrcptMk4Us/s400/anivermario.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Eu e o resto da "quadrilha" na festinha do Mário - curiosamente nós 4 fazemos aniversário na mesma quinzena) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sabe, não é fácil ser uma criança do Terceiro Milênio. Tudo muda muito depressa, talvez depressa demais. Consequências das conquistas tecnológicas. Aliás, consequência não tem mais trema. Linguiça também não. Comeram a trema da linguiça junto com a própria, dentro de um sanduíche ao vinagrete. Se fosse um "queijoquente" teriam comido o hífen todo derretido. E aí estão dois lanches indigestos para os lusitanos, inventores do idioma! Da minha parte, nunca vou escrever uma trema, aliás, é lógico que ainda não sei escrever nada. Este texto é apenas um milagre de projeção mental... Mas além de poucos hífens e nenhuma trema, meu mundo terá poucas geleiras, pouca água potável, e talvez nenhum tigre, gorila ou baleia-franca... Espero que eu aprenda sobre a Floresta Amazônica em aulas de geografia e não nas aulas de História, através de filmes antigos exibidos em telões ultratecnológicos - documentários que servirão para mostrar o que antes existia no lugar das dunas de areia ou das plantações de soja transgênica e pasto. Essas preocupações e desafios virão todas a seu tempo, conforme eu cresça. A maioria dos eventos, sem dúvida, não posso prever. Por enquanto, estou me desenvolvendo a contento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295785302298836002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SX5orJZBvCI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ho2JmYGLgEA/s400/CIMG2705.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Eu fazendo cara de Homem-Aranha, um dos heróis favoritos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;No último ano aprendi a contar até dez. Pronto, já conheço todos os números que existem. Os demais são apenas combinações e resultados de deduções lógicas a partir da base decimal. Um passinho de cada vez. Neste mês de janeiro aposentei o leite ninho, meu velho companheiro de crescimento. Agora eu tomo leite integral na mamica, o mesmo que o papai toma. Sem perigo. Viva a flora intestinal, outra prodigiosa conquista! E olha que já larguei as fraldas diurnas, passei com louvor nessa disciplina. Para 2009, um dos objetivos é me livrar da fraldinha noturna, aquela que mantém a integridade do meu colchão durante as madrugadas... Fazendo uma conta rápida, desde que eu nasci e até completar três anos, daqui a poucos dias, eu terei usado cerca de 2650 fraldas. Não é à toa que meus pais conseguem me trocar até no escuro do quarto! Com tantas repetições assim, conseguiriam até cantar Nana-nenê em sueco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;É justamente a repetição que nos faz evoluir. Aprender a pedir por favor e a dizer muito obrigado. A pedir licença e aprender a cantar uma canção, tudo exercício de repetição. E agora as repetições serão importantíssimas. Com três aninhos quase completos já tenho um monte de vontades próprias, nem sempre adequadas. A repetição de tudo que é bom será a chave da disciplina, do meu desenvolvimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;E repetindo o mantra de coisas positivas, ouvindo as ladainhas que o papai, a mamãe a as tias da Aiaia me recitam diariamente, vou iniciando o quarto ano da minha vida, penúltimo da primeira década do século 21. É mole? Não é mole, não. Uns dizem que eu sou ligado no 220, outros dizem que sou Índigo, hiperativo - a pediatra jura que eu sou só "hiperchatinho" - mas eu sou apenas o produto da minha época: precoce, bem treinado, nativo digital, um tantinho impaciente e cheio de vontade-própria. Em uma palavra resumiria a geração anterior: um &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;pestinha&lt;/span&gt;, mas um pestinha profundamente amado. É assim que me sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As mudanças estão por toda parte, chegando pelo e-mail, via Wi-Fi, ou pelo telefone celular, em recados SMS ou via Blutooth... Perdoem meu palavrório deveras tecnológico, mas é isso que o mundo virou e é de crianças como eu que o mundo vai precisar. Os da minha geração têm a necessidade de se virar com toda essa parafernália comunicativa. Se fôssemos mais lentos, viríamos a nos tornar expectadores das mudanças, das notícias. Não é para isso que a gente vêm ao mundo. A gente nasce para transformar, para atuar e ser parte atuante na evolução, no progresso do mundo, ainda que apenas na escala do nosso círculo de convívio. "Fazer a diferença", é para isso que a gente nasce e, resumidamente, é isso que me ensinam todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295783494957967042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SX5nB8hYpsI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lG8VnwOHtbY/s400/CIMG1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;(Aqui estou eu falando ao celular. Meus pais precisaram viver quase trinta anos para ter essa experiência)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Todas as noites vou dormir e agradeço ao Papai do Céu pelo dia que eu tive. Sempre agradeço pelas brincadeiras, pelos amigos, pelos meus pais e por todas as coisas que simbolizam o privilégio da vida. Geralmente peço ajuda para que eu me comporte no dia seguinte, aprendendo aos poucos a ser um menino educado e paciente, para absorver tudo o que é necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Que todas essas condições permaneçam presentes, é o que eu peço de presente pelo meu aniversário. Que as oportunidades que eu tenho desde que nasci se mantenham. Que o feliz rumo da minha existência mantenha seu curso e eu possa viver intensamente a plenitude da infância, da inocência, do aprendizado e do profundo amor da minha família. Isso é a felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295789045513167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SX5sFB83ozI/AAAAAAAAA74/Up2gcD_Ovls/s400/CIMG2845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;(Aqui estou eu treinando para soprar a velinha no próximo dia 01/02)&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/33231742-8182943785707088784?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8182943785707088784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8182943785707088784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8182943785707088784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8182943785707088784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2009/01/contagem-regressiva-para-entao-ta-e.html' title='Contagem regressiva para &quot;então tá!&quot; e Feliz 2009!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SX5iJnsenKI/AAAAAAAAA64/rQTcSk-UYfQ/s72-c/CIMG2470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4801617506406199901</id><published>2008-12-20T22:37:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:33:00.524-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá chegando o natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oi pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje estou aqui para dizer Feliz Natal para todos os meus leitores e para todas as crianças do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5A_Yuc2RI/AAAAAAAAA5M/llytSJbjosU/s400/CIMG2452.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282230870665386258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao contrário dos meus pais e tios, eu sou fanático pelo Papai Noel e pela festa de natal. Gosto das luzes, das músicas, dos enfeites, dos presentes, do clima natalino em geral. Chego mesmo a imitar a risada "ho-ho" do bom velhinho e saio por aí distribuindo presentes virtuais. Tem um puff que eu já dei de presente pra mamãe umas dez vezes. Eu falo pra ela que dentro do puff tem um bolo de natal e que ela vai ganhar porque está se comportando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU4_9IrI2_I/AAAAAAAAA5E/RkRi0U6XTAM/s400/CIMG2199.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282229732485159922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Na escola eu também gosto de bancar o Noel, explico para as crianças que elas tem que fazer cocô no vaso ou no penico se quiserem ganhar presentes (eu já dominei a técnica, agora posso ensinar os outros). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU4_h-3VR9I/AAAAAAAAA48/v4nV4z7zusY/s400/CIMG2155.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282229265995483090" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Felizmente tem alguém na minha família que compartilha do meu gosto pelo Papai Noel. É a vovó do sítio. Ela tem um monte de papais-noéis e enfeites de natal que me deixam maravilhado. Quando eu vejo os enfeites da vovó eu canto assim: "Luzes de natal - de natal - de natal, luzes de natal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui estão alguns enfeites que a vovó colocou este ano: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5FAO6Cb9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/2Q6vtqG33V8/s1600-h/CIMG2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5FAO6Cb9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/2Q6vtqG33V8/s400/CIMG2347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282235283256012754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5EdnEfKOI/AAAAAAAAA50/TshnQSxgoG0/s1600-h/CIMG2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5D2g3KzfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Wx6JH8-TpEM/s400/CIMG2329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282234016765496818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5DhQ11gmI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Pq2SxFoR2eE/s1600-h/CIMG2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5DhQ11gmI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Pq2SxFoR2eE/s400/CIMG2322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282233651687686754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5DLuK1tXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/wzrbHe8nVjQ/s1600-h/CIMG2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5DLuK1tXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/wzrbHe8nVjQ/s400/CIMG2314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282233281603286386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Natal pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ictor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-4801617506406199901?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4801617506406199901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4801617506406199901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4801617506406199901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4801617506406199901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/12/t-chegando-o-natal.html' title='Tá chegando o natal'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU5A_Yuc2RI/AAAAAAAAA5M/llytSJbjosU/s72-c/CIMG2452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1166998197183959245</id><published>2008-12-20T21:22:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:34:49.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio no Parque da Água Branca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Turma, estas são as fotos do passeio que eu fiz num domingo recente, no Parque da Água Branca. Adoro passear em parques públicos, seja de tonka ou mesmo a pé. Para as crianças que moram em São Paulo ou que visitam a nossa cidade, há lindos parques aqui que merecem ser visitados com freqüência: Parque do Ibirapuera, do Carmo, da Aclimação, do Piqueri, da Luz, Horto Florestal, Jardins do Museu do Ipiranga, Jardim Botânico, Parque Villa Lobos... entre outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU4-LeXn-NI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3aJfQuRhsXg/s1600-h/CIMG1914.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/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU4-LeXn-NI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3aJfQuRhsXg/s400/CIMG1914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282227779803805906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU494eDZt_I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Na0oSK6s2q8/s1600-h/CIMG1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU48HaBdU9I/AAAAAAAAA4E/v3scnEa0VPQ/s400/CIMG1915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282225510894359506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU477ZqDGZI/AAAAAAAAA38/lUVHSZxUpj8/s1600-h/CIMG1898.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/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU477ZqDGZI/AAAAAAAAA38/lUVHSZxUpj8/s400/CIMG1898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282225304637741458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1166998197183959245?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1166998197183959245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1166998197183959245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1166998197183959245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1166998197183959245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/12/passeio-no-parque-da-gua-branca.html' title='Passeio no Parque da Água Branca'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU4-LeXn-NI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3aJfQuRhsXg/s72-c/CIMG1914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2044131154354450478</id><published>2008-12-20T20:03:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:36:43.547-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os filhos do Kite e da Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Olá pessoal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&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="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Hoje eu vou contar sobre o milagre que aconteceu aqui no dia 30/10. Nasceram os filhotes do Kite e da Joy! Eles estão crescendo muito bonitos e a cada dia estão mais espertos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&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="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;São dois machinhos, o Odin e o Ozzy e uma menina, a Georgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&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="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Aqui estão as fotos deles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282007755733816850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU12EY1fVhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2o-1EiT7rwg/s400/CIMG2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281998059791179426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU1tQAon3qI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NqWcRUNGS0k/s400/CIMG1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282004574313845842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU1zLNH3FFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/poElpVJlVIE/s400/CIMG1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282008140524136066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU12aySppoI/AAAAAAAAA30/vAKiiMFe9ik/s400/CIMG2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Lindos, né? E por que isso seria um "milagre" ? Bem... é o seguinte: Para um eficiente controle de natalidade, o Kite já estava jurado pra virar eunuco. Acontece que o exame clínico revelou que ele era "monobola" (me pergunto o que isso quer dizer, mas foi assim que o papai me contou). Por isso, a conversão dele para eunuco custou uns dias a mais para acontecer. A Joy se mudou por uns tempos para a casa do tio Eric, para esperar o Kite se recuperar. Até que no começo de outubro, com o Kite já eunuco, a Joy volta pra casa grávida, fato que o Kite achou estranhíssimo e deveras suspeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Mas, vamos à cronologia dos eventos: O Kite e a Joy foram separados em 28/08. O Kite virou eunuco em 15/09 e os filhotes nasceram em 30/10. Sabendo que o tempo médio de gestação de uma gata é de 63 dias, chegamos à óbvia conclusão de que o Kite e a Joy tiveram uma breve chance de fecundação no dia em que foram separados ou, no máximo, no dia anterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Como se vê, A VIDA SEMPRE VENCE! Ainda bem, pois o mundo ganhou mais três gatinhos super simpáticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-2044131154354450478?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2044131154354450478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=2044131154354450478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2044131154354450478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2044131154354450478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-filhos-do-kite-e-da-joy.html' title='Os filhos do Kite e da Joy'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SU12EY1fVhI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2o-1EiT7rwg/s72-c/CIMG2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7171464579432473716</id><published>2008-10-23T20:34:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:46:29.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O boletim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oi pessoal, segue abaixo a cópia do meu boletim do 2º trimestre de 2008. Tá tudo sendo registrado... Melhor eu não pisar na bola, né? Para visualizar os resultados, basta clicar em cada uma das 4 imagens para ampliar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD83Ld97nI/AAAAAAAAA3I/a-3pQJ5yqiw/s1600-h/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260482389670227570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD83Ld97nI/AAAAAAAAA3I/a-3pQJ5yqiw/s400/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD8pHAtQaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OiCYsMWY0QQ/s1600-h/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260482147955589538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD8pHAtQaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OiCYsMWY0QQ/s400/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD8d1VO1SI/AAAAAAAAA24/435YdE8xgT8/s1600-h/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260481954231276834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD8d1VO1SI/AAAAAAAAA24/435YdE8xgT8/s400/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD8TsBmWZI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Q7ZpG5Ep458/s1600-h/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260481779934321042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD8TsBmWZI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Q7ZpG5Ep458/s400/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7171464579432473716?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7171464579432473716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7171464579432473716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7171464579432473716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7171464579432473716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-boletim.html' title='O boletim'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SQD83Ld97nI/AAAAAAAAA3I/a-3pQJ5yqiw/s72-c/2%C2%BA+tri+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3857511715448928496</id><published>2008-10-18T18:24:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:52:17.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos de eventos recentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oi pessoal, aqui vão algumas fotos recentes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;11/10/08 - Fui assistir à apresentação das crianças na minha escola. (Véspera do Dia das Crianças)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpUyazemeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-OYU_XrMOvM/s400/CIMG0960.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258608740073904610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;12/10/08 - Ganhei carrinhos novos da vovó, pelo Dia das Crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpVfskZ7YI/AAAAAAAAA2g/aTRahZhGPSg/s400/CIMG1137.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258609517936635266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;13/10/08 - Me deixaram passar talco sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpVQ3GEUGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VOgPsXpTLz8/s400/CIMG1290.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258609263064141922" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;17/10/08 - Mamãe saiu mais cedo pra trabalhar no lugar da tia Cássia (a tia-chefe) e me deixou sozinho com o papai na parta da manhã. Peguei o telefone e fiz umas chamadas tramando planos de estripulias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpU-rRGORI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Wxt7GxXjW_Q/s400/IMG_3259.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258608950651533586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;18/10/08 - Uma das minhas chamadas foi atendida! O priminho Juliano veio brincar com meus carrinhos novos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpVp0UXCxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/8CBxizf07nk/s400/IMG_3262.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258609691815512850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;18/10/08 - Extra, extra! Homem-Aranha surtou e invadiu o estacionamento de uma loja de brinquedos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpU5VboPOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/R13lsjL6LEY/s1600-h/SpiderVico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpU5VboPOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/R13lsjL6LEY/s400/SpiderVico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258608858890779874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/33231742-3857511715448928496?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3857511715448928496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3857511715448928496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3857511715448928496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3857511715448928496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/10/fotos-de-eventos-recentes.html' title='Fotos de eventos recentes'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SPpUyazemeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-OYU_XrMOvM/s72-c/CIMG0960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1534845857397739046</id><published>2008-10-07T20:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:31:05.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tchacapuff!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SOvwGQDeAsI/AAAAAAAAA14/QdVMTTnS9JA/s1600-h/CIMG0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SOvwGQDeAsI/AAAAAAAAA14/QdVMTTnS9JA/s400/CIMG0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254557380437213890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;História contada pelo Victor em 03/10/08, folheando um livro (um pocket book de Allan Kardec):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Era uma vez um urso, daí o urso saiu da floresta e viu uma lagoa ('lagôua'), daí o urso foi indo, indo e... tchacapuff! Caiu na lagoa de camisa e tudo. E a mamãezinha do urso teve que lavar tuuuuuudo de novo. Pronto." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/33231742-1534845857397739046?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1534845857397739046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1534845857397739046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1534845857397739046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1534845857397739046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/10/tchacapuff.html' title='&quot;Tchacapuff!&quot;'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SOvwGQDeAsI/AAAAAAAAA14/QdVMTTnS9JA/s72-c/CIMG0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-5291608799845929510</id><published>2008-09-28T20:37:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:23:54.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Neologismos e apelidos infantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SOAhT6nOFyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/0cgUTcSITEQ/s1600-h/CIMG0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251233791548987170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SOAhT6nOFyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/0cgUTcSITEQ/s400/CIMG0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá turma! Dando seqüência à cômica série "Coisas que eu ando dizendo", hoje vou compartilhar algumas palavrinhas que eu mesmo inventei. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo começou quando meus ouvidos atentos captaram algumas coisas que os adultos chamam de palavrão. Sendo um pequeno papagaio, tenho o hábito de repetir tudo o que escuto. E com esse exercício de dialética, acabei falando coisas que crianças não podem falar e logicamente fui repreendido. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas crianças na minha idade, quando falam o primeiro palavrão, deixam os pais de cabelo em pé. Geralmente acontece de os pais ficarem achando que a gente ouviu palavrões na escola e o pessoal da escola achar que é em casa que a gente aprende a falar coisas feias. Porém, esse verdadeiro jodo-de-empurra não serve para nada. Na verdade, pouco importa onde a gente ouve os palavrões, o que interessa mesmo é onde e quando a gente os fala. Deixar de ouvir é impossível. Até mesmo na TV, a qualquer horário do dia, sempre tem alguém falando palavrões. Nas músicas, pior ainda. Então, como não se pode evitar de ouvi-los, a gente tem é que aprender a não falá-los, pelo menos enquanto somos pequeninos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu caso é bem curioso. Meus pais entraram em contato com minhas professoras e com elas chegaram a um acordo: chamar a minha atenção para que não ofenda ninguém falando palavrões. É consenso entre os adultos que a gente nem sabe o que está falando e que muitas vezes é até engraçado, só que conforme a gente vai crescendo um pouquinho, a graça vai acabando e a criança corre o risco de se tornar apenas um moleque boca-suja. Mas, voltando ao caso concreto, fui repreendido em casa E na escola. O resultado é que naqueles momentos em que pisam no meu calo e tenho vontade de xingar alguém, eu uso minhas próprias palavras: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- "Pacalaca" = às vezes é um xingamento, às vezes uma brincadeira, do mesmo jeito que os adultos se xingam de brincadeira. Ex.: "- Foi o pacalaca do Juquinha que pegou meu brinquedo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- "Pacalaca-laca" = o mesmo que pacalaca, porém mais surreal, geralmente usado quando estou brincando com meus personagens da fazendinha ou simulando uma voz humana para meus carrinhos. Ex.: o porquinho diz para o cavalo: "- Hoje vamos almoçar no posto de gasolina, pacalaca-laca!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- "Macaduxa" = um tipo mais meigo de pacalaca. Ex.: Na hora da comida, quando eu já papei bastante e não tenho espaço na barriga pra mais uma colher. Aí eu digo pro papai ou pra mamãe, "já chega, macaduxa!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- "Puxuluca" - esse eu falei hoje, pela primeira vez, quando queria ficar passeando mais tempo. "Só mais um pouquinho, puxuluca..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Chachapoya - Isso eu falo há muito tempo, pelo menos seis meses, desde que escutei um narrador da TV falando sobre a vida dos chachapoyas, um povo antigo dos Andes. Adorei a palavra. Geralmente saio andando pela casa, batendo "as asas" feito um franguinho e cantando "Chachapoya! Chachapoya!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, esses são alguns exemplos de nomes e substitutos para outras palavras, sejam elas feias ou apenas não tão engraçadas quanto as que eu invento. Quase todos os dias eu invento alguma, mas nem todas são compreendidas ou lembradas pra vir parar no meu diário. O efeito inevitável é que meus pais, amigos e professores estão me chamando por esses nomes, de modo que além de ser o Chefe, Chefia, Pocoyo e, claro, o Vitinho, agora também sou o Macaduxa e o Pacalaca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que tenham gostado da historinha de hoje! Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor Pacalaca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS - O papai me contou que na infância era chamado de "Sacatrapas", "Bigorrilho" e "Tarantaró", dentre outros nomes que não se lembra, mas isso foi lá no longínquo século XX. No XXI a gente tem mais nomes, mais invenções e tudo muito mais cedo.&lt;/strong&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/33231742-5291608799845929510?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5291608799845929510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=5291608799845929510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5291608799845929510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5291608799845929510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/09/neologismos-e-apelidos-infantis.html' title='Neologismos e apelidos infantis'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SOAhT6nOFyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/0cgUTcSITEQ/s72-c/CIMG0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8608267233075699125</id><published>2008-09-27T15:13:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:28:58.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>27/09 - Aniversário do Kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kite, parabéns pelos seus dois aninhos! Hoje vamos comemorar com bolo e guaraná e cantar parabéns pra você, tá bom? E como você é um gato tão "dinâmico" e "hiperativo", vou te dar de presente um travesseiro, um cobertor e um pijaminha. Tá bom assim, amigão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN57MH_lYtI/AAAAAAAAA1o/szozjjdJJWY/s1600-h/IMG_3218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN57MH_lYtI/AAAAAAAAA1o/szozjjdJJWY/s400/IMG_3218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250769663794963154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN57GMYzQuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/tctRUqupVm4/s1600-h/IMG_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN57GMYzQuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/tctRUqupVm4/s400/IMG_3213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250769561895256802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN56ymQwNOI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Jz-xLjVRZG0/s400/IMG_3214.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250769225243440354" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN569h_ZEmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/xm27XM9aK8w/s1600-h/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN569h_ZEmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/xm27XM9aK8w/s400/IMG_3212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250769413075440226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN56oMRLhbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/sUliMVeUw6A/s1600-h/IMG_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN56oMRLhbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/sUliMVeUw6A/s400/IMG_3186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250769046467216818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN56iZc8BlI/AAAAAAAAA1A/YfkKECMc7_k/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN56iZc8BlI/AAAAAAAAA1A/YfkKECMc7_k/s400/IMG_3176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250768946926978642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN56choyI9I/AAAAAAAAA04/NMCAGOuDEUo/s1600-h/IMG_3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN56choyI9I/AAAAAAAAA04/NMCAGOuDEUo/s400/IMG_3242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250768846044931026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kite, você não passa de um "come-e-dorme", mas mesmo assim eu te amo, viu? Parabéns pelo seu dia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&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="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-8608267233075699125?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8608267233075699125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8608267233075699125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8608267233075699125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8608267233075699125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/09/2709-aniversrio-do-kite.html' title='27/09 - Aniversário do Kite'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SN57MH_lYtI/AAAAAAAAA1o/szozjjdJJWY/s72-c/IMG_3218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2283611090169454727</id><published>2008-09-12T22:05:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:03:55.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que eu ando dizendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Hoje vou revelar a vocês algumas coisas muito engraçadas que uma criança da minha idade é capaz de falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245314567790056642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMsZzvxO1MI/AAAAAAAAAlI/fL8kCtMVZRU/s400/CIMG0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Diálogo 1) &lt;em&gt;Espreguiçar em bizantino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Outro dia, eu acordei mais cedo que todos. Chamei alguém pra me tirar do berço. Chegou a mamãe. Ela me levou pro quarto dela e pediu pra que eu acordasse o papai. Lá fui eu pra beirada da camona. Com ênfase, cutuquei o papai. "- Acorda, papai, abre o olho, esquibiça!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;("Esquibiça", do verbo esquibiçar, no modo imperativo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245315461567522098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMsanxWYpTI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VQ7LbPeN23A/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Diálogo 2) &lt;em&gt;Esclarecendo a realidade dos fatos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Num desses dias em que eu estava elétrico, fiz um monte de arte. Fiz "gabunça", fiz malcriação, chororô, manha... Aí o papai me deu uma bronca, mais ou menos assim: "Victor, você não pode fazer malcriação! Você tem que ficar bonzinho." E eu respondi, categórico, o seguinte: "Papai, eu não sou bonzinho! Eu sou feliz!" e abri um sorriso mais amarelo que gema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245316367721789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMsbchCZduI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cr1vgVV4s_0/s400/CIMG0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Diálogo 3) &lt;em&gt;Um bom negociador nas crises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Eu ligando pra vovó: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Victor): - Alô, vovó, hoje eu fiz malcriação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Vovó): - Victor, a sua casa caiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Victor): - A casa caiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Vovó): - Quem deu bronca, a mamãe ou o papai? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Victor): - O papai. Ele tá "bavo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Vovó): - Você não pode fazer malcriação, Victor. Tem que se comportar... (após uma pausa) - Quando você vem aqui? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Victor): - Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Vovó): - O que você vai querer no domingo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;(Victor): - Minduim, bolacha de biga e Coca-Lóla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245317435276933026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMscap_YN6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/4CIToOJvp0g/s400/CIMG0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diálogo 4) Aprendendo outros idiomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de meses assistindo Shrek 2 e Shrek 3, teve um dia que eu pedi pra assistir o Shrek 1, só que eu não sabia explicar direito qual era o filme que eu queria. Aí eu expliquei: "- Eu quero ver o Shrek do Somebody!" É claro que todos entenderam, pois o Shrek 1 começa com uma música do Smashmouth cujo primeiro verso é: "Somebody once told me..." Desde então, quando eu quero ouvir a música eu sempre peço Somebody e quando quero ver o filme, peço pelo Shrek do Somebody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245318338327619474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMsdPOHcJ5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/lTDNL_oszZQ/s400/Maio+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Diálogo 5) &lt;em&gt;Ironia involuntária&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;Eu tenho 3 miniaturas dos filmes do Shrek: o próprio Shrek, o burro e o Gato de Botas. Outro dia, a mamãe estava me levando pra escola e eu ia levando o Shrek na mão. O papai já tinha sumido, pois toda manhã ele desaparece um pouco antes de eu ir pra escola. Chegando na Aiaia, eu tive a seguinte conversa com a mamãe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;(Victor): "- Mamãe, cadê o papai?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;(Mamãe): "- Ele já foi trabalhar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;Aí eu olhei pro Shrek que estava na minha mão e soltei a seguinte pérola: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;"- O burro também já foi trabalhar, né Shrek?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245321319642713682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMsf8wYWTlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/D9vKT74fBpA/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Diálogo 6) &lt;em&gt;Qualidade e quantidade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ultimamente descobri a delícia que é comer uvas verdes. Outro dia comi tantas que fiquei com dor de barriga. No outra vez que eu vi uvas verdes aqui em casa não me deixaram comer quantas quisesse. Ganhei apenas um potinho com poucas uvas já separadas do cacho. Aí eu pedi da seguinte maneira: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"- O Victor quer mais um pouquinho. Só uma, duas, quatro, cinco e seis."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245322504961415602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMshBwCWWbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IWxkYkF0acU/s400/IMG_2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É claro que andei falando muitas outras coisas engraçadas, até mesmo uns palavrões que não vou repetir aqui, justamente pra ver se eu os esqueço em nome da boa educação, mas nem tudo que acontece vira assunto de blog, não é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Victor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-2283611090169454727?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2283611090169454727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=2283611090169454727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2283611090169454727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2283611090169454727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/09/coisas-que-eu-ando-dizendo.html' title='Coisas que eu ando dizendo'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SMsZzvxO1MI/AAAAAAAAAlI/fL8kCtMVZRU/s72-c/CIMG0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-732394703015773557</id><published>2008-08-13T22:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:18:45.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o meu "Papai Ebeeeer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SKOSy-CsoyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gVY-4n4NwuU/s1600-h/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234188596280075042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SKOSy-CsoyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gVY-4n4NwuU/s400/IMG_2925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheguei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como dizem por ai: "antes tarde do que nunca!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na verdade, minha mãe estava aguardando por uma foto apropriada para a ocasião...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quer dizer, para falar a verdade nua e crua, ela estava aguardando uma oportunidade para tentar descobrir a senha para postar neste blog! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superada a principal dificuldade, aqui estou eu para dizer ao "meu papaiê Weber" que o amo de montão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliás, quero deixar registrado o quanto adoro os momentos que passamos juntos: seja na praça do "Taval", ou no shopping, ou ,ainda, nas vezes que espero ansioso ele ir me pegar na escola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papai: TE AMO!!!!!!! FELIZ DIA DOS PAIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande beijo a todos, e um beijo enorme para o meu eterno herói!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&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/33231742-732394703015773557?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/732394703015773557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=732394703015773557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/732394703015773557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/732394703015773557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-o-meu-papai-eber.html' title='Para o meu &quot;Papai Ebeeeer&quot;'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SKOSy-CsoyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gVY-4n4NwuU/s72-c/IMG_2925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1376711612448038976</id><published>2008-07-19T19:22:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:49:13.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Furo de reportagem: Não foi o Júlio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SIKhV8u7YyI/AAAAAAAAAko/NoKDUXygfPs/s1600-h/dois+compadres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224915916155478818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SIKhV8u7YyI/AAAAAAAAAko/NoKDUXygfPs/s400/dois+compadres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oi turma - Dos arquivos secretos da &lt;u&gt;Tia Lalá Produções, Inc&lt;/u&gt;. vem esta foto provando a verdadeira origem da minha roupa de festa junina. A perícia realizada pelos experts científicos foi categórica: Victor se inspirou em Lucas! E mais: a análise espectroscópica feita em traços do tecido xadrez encontrados nos ralados de joelhos dos dois caipiras revelaram que se trata da mesma roupa nas duas fotos! Há testemunhas de todos os lados que asseguram ser verdade o reuso da roupa em duas festas juninas em fins de semana consecutivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diante de tais provas irrefutáveis, sou obrigado a confessar: usei a roupa do compadre Lucas. Eis o motivo da minha indumentária parecer um pouco folgada... é que o Lucas é maior que eu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Lucas é filho da tia Lalá (que trabalha com a mamãe). Ele tem um irmão mais velho chamado Douglas. E eu que não tenho irmão mais velho, nem mais novo, mando aqui a minha foto de recordação da escolinha, tirada no mês passado. Lá na Aiaia somos todos como irmãos mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esses são meus amigos de maternal: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da esquerda pra direita: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tia Lu e Tia Erika; Giovanna, Luíza, Mariana e Cecília; Mário, eu, Henrique e Júlia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224911066633619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SIKc7q20RnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fnmn_R5H-AM/s400/Vitinho-Jun_08001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já que estamos mostrando as fotos dos amigos, segue aqui uma daquelas fotos muito legais de nenê tomando banho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224917138720159410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SIKidHJD9rI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zyO12Sj79H8/s400/Gustavo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Esse nenezão é o Gustavo, filho da tia Klyvian e do tio Douglas, amigos do papai e da mamãe. No mês passado ele completou o primeiro aninho. Parabéns, Gustavo! Continue papando tudo pra manter essa barriguinha em dia, hein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em banho, por motivos térmicos, fica adiada pro fim do ano a inauguração da piscina que a vovó fez no "tchitcho". Tecnicamente já está pronta e ficou lindona mesmo, só que com esse frio de julho não vai rolar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224919550774143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SIKkpgvi6CI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jT87rHfwy1U/s400/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim, mas não menos importante, vai aqui uma informação inédita. Pela primeira vez no trimestre, consegui chegar num fim de semana sem estar com febre e nariz escorrendo. Corremos pra clínica e tomei a primeira dose de vacina anti-gripe. Daqui a uns dias tomarei a segunda dose e espero ficar mais imune a essas tranqueiras respiratórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijoquinhas pra todos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1376711612448038976?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1376711612448038976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1376711612448038976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1376711612448038976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1376711612448038976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/07/furo-de-reportagem-no-foi-o-jlio.html' title='Furo de reportagem: Não foi o Júlio!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SIKhV8u7YyI/AAAAAAAAAko/NoKDUXygfPs/s72-c/dois+compadres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6128972735800312474</id><published>2008-06-29T20:46:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:30:29.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Festas Juninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Olá pessoar do arraiá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217468087310073714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SGgrlQMNv3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/elwU3B1whz0/s400/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Este mês foi uma lasqueira de festança!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217454715048888658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SGgfa4otCVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7N9r6cLzPew/s400/IMG_2796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Estreei na quadrilha da minha escola, com muito estilo. Meus pais diriam que é o look do Chico Bento, mas eu me inspirei mesmo é num caipira da minha época: o Júlio da Turma do Cocoricó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Olha ele aqui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217473059351030914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SGgwGqfJ7II/AAAAAAAAAjg/6sg13OmajpE/s400/Julio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Brinquei, pulei, dançei, fui nas barraquinhas de jogos, ganhei brindes (tudo tranqueira, claro) e comi feito um caboclinho da roça!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217478869713410930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SGg1Y3xf23I/AAAAAAAAAj4/yusjZkyp_JQ/s400/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas preciso contar que a parte mais emocionante da festa não foi a quadrilha, nem o bolo de fubá. Foi quando a mamãe e o papai perderam uma bolsa com todos os documentos, tutu, telefones... hehe... ainda bem que acharam e entregaram tudo direitinho na recepção. Ufa! Isso sim é emoção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas pra não dizerem que só se comemora o dia de São João e que só toca música sertaneja, preciso dizer o frio mês de junho é tradicionalmente esquentado pelos aniversários dos meus tios rockeiros: tio Ék (Eric) no dia 11 e tio Fuivo (Fúlvio) - que antes era Fugo, no dia 28. Parabéns pros dois! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tio Ék:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217477875260039122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SGg0e_JVn9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/juUMgRB1aeI/s400/ERic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tio Fuivo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217478037615008322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SGg0ob9x2kI/AAAAAAAAAjw/LVAPvLg5G5M/s400/fugo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; Muitas felicidades! Long live rock and roll!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-6128972735800312474?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6128972735800312474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6128972735800312474' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6128972735800312474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6128972735800312474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/06/festas-juninas.html' title='Festas Juninas'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SGgrlQMNv3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/elwU3B1whz0/s72-c/IMG_2668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1148962224008473336</id><published>2008-06-12T08:41:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:57:41.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SFEPXMKr9UI/AAAAAAAAAjI/r7yEz5lwnfg/s1600-h/IMG_2551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210963134921831746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SFEPXMKr9UI/AAAAAAAAAjI/r7yEz5lwnfg/s400/IMG_2551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SFEPKfzDgdI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0iUZao-po1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oi pessoal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje estou aqui pra contar a maior novidade: a família aumentou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esta coisinha lindinha é a Joy (que se lê "Djói" e significa "alegria"). Essa pequena gatinha da raça colourpoint estava mal cuidada num petshop especializado em cachorros. Ficamos todos com pena e por fim o papai e a mamãe resolveram comprá-la de presente do dia dos namorados.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210962233043900498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SFEOisaO2FI/AAAAAAAAAiw/sc5MXiBWmuE/s400/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela e o Kite estão se conhecendo e se entendendo bem. Ela é mais comilona do que ele, não deixa a comida sobrando no potinho e não se contenta só com a comida de filhote: avança também na comida e na água do Kite. Ainda bem que ele é bonzinho e deixa ela papar quanto quiser. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui neste vídeo eu apareço conhecendo a Joy no dia em que ela chegou, basta clicar no hyperlink:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTNe6om6_p8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTNe6om6_p8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podem dar as boas vindas... Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1148962224008473336?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1148962224008473336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1148962224008473336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1148962224008473336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1148962224008473336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/06/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SFEPXMKr9UI/AAAAAAAAAjI/r7yEz5lwnfg/s72-c/IMG_2551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-5547254962796709926</id><published>2008-06-01T21:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:53:05.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá frio aqui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi, pessoal! Começou a fazer frio aqui! Até o Kite tá andando de pijamão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SENDpGkVHlI/AAAAAAAAAig/2YfQz3ZuEnU/s1600-h/Maio2-+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207079967587114578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SENDpGkVHlI/AAAAAAAAAig/2YfQz3ZuEnU/s400/Maio2-+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Para quem quiser ver mais fotos do meu gato artista, basta visitar o Webshots. Ah, muito legal o programa gratuito que baixa fotos e gerencia o screensaver! Deixei as fotos do Kite lá na categoria de gatos persas. Eis o link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pets.webshots.com/album/563654454NfJOgy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://pets.webshots.com/album/563654454NfJOgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SENDU2kVHkI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5yY8HxAjp1o/s1600-h/Maio2-+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207079619694763586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SENDU2kVHkI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5yY8HxAjp1o/s400/Maio2-+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/33231742-5547254962796709926?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5547254962796709926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=5547254962796709926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5547254962796709926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5547254962796709926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-frio-aqui.html' title='Tá frio aqui!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SENDpGkVHlI/AAAAAAAAAig/2YfQz3ZuEnU/s72-c/Maio2-+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3569154424140552547</id><published>2008-05-26T22:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:08:12.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortei o cabelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDy9-lMPJEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XdAr9fru3ec/s1600-h/Maio2-+004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205244152166425666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDy9-lMPJEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XdAr9fru3ec/s400/Maio2-+004a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDv_zVMPJCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TnXc0qbMu7k/s1600-h/Maio2-+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oi pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam só meu novo visual, com o corte "recruta"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205244487173874770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDy-SFMPJFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NlB5Se5vVu4/s400/Maio2-+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E aqui abaixo, mais um pouco da minha arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDtmllMPJAI/AAAAAAAAAho/4tcNHK-yYmg/s1600-h/Maio+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204866590181368834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDtmllMPJAI/AAAAAAAAAho/4tcNHK-yYmg/s400/Maio+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3569154424140552547?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3569154424140552547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3569154424140552547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3569154424140552547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3569154424140552547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/05/cortei-o-cabelo.html' title='Cortei o cabelo'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDy9-lMPJEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XdAr9fru3ec/s72-c/Maio2-+004a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8645289770164934763</id><published>2008-05-19T22:11:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:35:26.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara de Fuinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDORte_4dMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fs-oNYNgIC0/s1600-h/IMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202662205144200386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDORte_4dMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fs-oNYNgIC0/s400/IMG_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIlz-_4dEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/eHjxKVeQIew/s1600-h/+RX+Vitinho015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202262094580839490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIlz-_4dEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/eHjxKVeQIew/s320/+RX+Vitinho015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Oi gente! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vou contar sobre o que se passa quando a gente é variável de uma equação que inclui clima doido, variações bruscas de temperatura, viver numa cidade poluída, freqüentar escolinha com dezenas de coleguinhas da mesma faixa etária e ter uma predisposição genética a problemas respiratórios: o resultado é: &lt;u&gt;risco permanente de infecção nos pulmões&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa foto aí ao lado eu tirei no sábado, no laboratório "fotográfico" do Hospital Santa Catarina. Sou eu de perfil, com os bracinhos para cima. Foi super fácil conseguir essa pose. Com apenas 3 pessoas fazendo a minha contenção eu fiquei paradinho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito legal a pediatra que me atendeu, aliás! Ela tinha uma miniatura do Louco presa no estetoscotoscotoscotópio. Conhecem o Louco? Ele é da Turma da Mônica. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIoCu_4dFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FVu0fBqACqU/s1600-h/sonho-louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202264547007165522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIoCu_4dFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FVu0fBqACqU/s320/sonho-louco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meu exame clínico, a presença do Louco fez toda a diferença, pois eu me distraí e colaborei, fazendo a Dra. chegar num resultado muito mais confiável, especialmente na identificação dos ruídos da minha "caixa-de-ressonância".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E somando o resultado do exame com o que aparece nas "fotos" dos pulmões, parece que estou com uma daquelas pneumonias atípicas, que não aparecem muito bem nas chapas, mas que ocasionam tosse persistente, catarro, corisa, febrinha etc. Lá vou eu pro antibiótico outra vez. Inalações. Corticóide. Dipirona... Avestruz, hein! Acho que estou seguindo os passos do papai! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E já que a pneumonia é atípica, estou tomando um antibiótico inédito, que pega as bactérias normalmente não cobertas pelos antibióticos usuais, assim me disse a pediatra do Louco. É super legal: tem gosto de Toddy! (a não ser que meus pais sejam tão ardilosos que estejam diluindo o remédio no Toddy para me enrolar... será?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos na hora de fazer minhas terapias eu posso assistir a um bom desenho do Shrek, o ogro-herói de toda a criançada do século XXI. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202268889219101794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIr_e_4dGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_x3ZruQxaeg/s400/Maio+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Olha eu aí fazendo inalação de novo. Beleza? Beleeeeza! Hehe... É que quando a inalação acaba, eu digo "beleza!" e vou correndo fazer qualquer outra coisa! Fala sério... dos meus dois anos e três meses passei uns dois anos fazendo tratamento para gripe, resfriado, pneumonia ou simplesmente chiadeira generalizada. Assim ninguém merece! Fico ruim, fico bom, fico mais ou menos, fico bom, fico ruim, fico bom, fico mais ou menos e assim caminha a infância da humanidade!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661505064531122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDOREu_4dLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qOMpofLcCwI/s400/Maio+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARA DE FELIZ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202272535646336130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIvTu_4dII/AAAAAAAAAhA/jeqg5Xm0EbE/s400/Maio+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; CARA DE BRAVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202272900718556306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIvo-_4dJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/eIakMk1UV5E/s400/Maio+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; CARA DE FUINHA! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202273257200841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDIv9u_4dKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iVjKaxiqTAg/s400/Maio+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora vocês vão me dar licença que o papo está muito bom, mas está na hora do meu soninho. Espero que o nariz desentupa e eu durma a noite inteira. Eu mereço. O papai e a mamãe também...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS - Vô Zé: Fiquei sabendo da sua operação nas pernas e estou pedindo pro papai do céu fazer a sua recuperação ser muito tranqüila, tá bom? Em breve estarei aí pra gente ir na "páia" cantar a música do "caixadois". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-8645289770164934763?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8645289770164934763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8645289770164934763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8645289770164934763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8645289770164934763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/05/beleza-beleza.html' title='Cara de Fuinha'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SDORte_4dMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fs-oNYNgIC0/s72-c/IMG_2099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-5886778380198387349</id><published>2008-04-24T17:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:27:24.899-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o pré-histórico e o pós moderno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Em primeira mão, "os primeiros trabalhos" do pequeno-grande Victor (e sua turma). Direto do Maternal I do Colégio Itatiaia ("Aiaia").&lt;br /&gt;Apreciem a pura arte em sua essência, enquanto forma de expressão sócio-espiritual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;É o desabrochar do artista, inserido num contexto filosófico próprio, projetando seus medos e anseios para a tela e nela registrando o âmago do ser enquanto pessoa humana ("ou não"). Haja hermenêutica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;A abstração do conteúdo auto-induzido de reflexões assíncronas em forma de texturas multicolores a espargir vibrações positivas sobre todos os significados possíveis, inclusive os inexistentes (ou, simplesmente, "borrão").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SBDoj1VjxQI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pb1nXY9iaxE/s1600-h/Imagem+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192906072668751106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SBDoj1VjxQI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pb1nXY9iaxE/s400/Imagem+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SBDo91VjxRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KL2GWAJH07o/s1600-h/Imagem+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192906519345349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SBDo91VjxRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/KL2GWAJH07o/s400/Imagem+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-5886778380198387349?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5886778380198387349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=5886778380198387349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5886778380198387349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5886778380198387349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/04/entre-o-pr-histrico-e-o-ps-moderno.html' title='Entre o pré-histórico e o pós moderno.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SBDoj1VjxQI/AAAAAAAAAgI/pb1nXY9iaxE/s72-c/Imagem+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4903166604652371868</id><published>2008-04-15T16:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:19:06.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Largando as fraldas - Novas metodologias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVdXMDsA5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/b0qM3N0Je3o/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189656798569431954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVdXMDsA5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/b0qM3N0Je3o/s400/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoal, não estranhem minha demora nas postagens. Após sucessivos adiamentos, finalmente estou avançando no Programa de Incentivo à Supressão de Equipamentos Infectos (P.I.S.E.I.) e me habituando ao Uso Rotineiro de Invólucros para Neutralização de Amônia (U.R.I.N.A.) além de já estar tomando aulas práticas quanto ao Plano de Expurgos Nocivos pela Implementação do Controle do Organismo (P.E.N.I.C.O.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Posso dizer sem nenhum constrangimento que essa fase é bastante difícil, principalmente na parte psicológica. A gente se acostuma a não se preocupar com a própria caca, até que um dia exigem que a gente saiba deixá-la no lugar que os adultos julgam mais apropriado. Só que o nosso cérebro custa a entender quando precisamos abandonar os velhos hábitos! E é justamente por conta da pouca prática que de vez em quando a gente tem um curto circuito no controle do esfíncter e a situação começa a feder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVc-MDsA4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rQ5Jj90SONg/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189656369072702338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVc-MDsA4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rQ5Jj90SONg/s400/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mas em que pesem os percalços, tenho feito grandes progressos, especialmente quanto à eliminação de resíduos líquidos (aka "mijo"). Já aprendi a comunicar quando estou com vontade e percebo que essa comunicação geralmente tem o poder de acionar um forte esquema à minha volta. Ações altamente coordenadas são efetuadas à partir da minha simples menção do desejo de por o xixi pra fora. Em décimos de segundos, até antes que eu perceba, um peniquinho todo enfeitado aparece debaixo da minha buzanfinha, esteja eu onde estiver. Minha calça simplesmente parece desintegrar e rapidinho posso me concentrar apenas na imagem mental das Cataratas do Iguaçu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVd08DsA6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ahyWHsMV2QY/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189657309670540194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVd08DsA6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ahyWHsMV2QY/s400/IMG_2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Sinceramente, esse é assunto pra várias postagens, pela complicação que gera na rotina da casa, na preocupação dos pais e na saúde física e mental do bebê. Por isso vale a pena deixar aqui algumas impressões que eu venho registrando sobre a fase, dicas que podem ser muito valiosas para papais de primeira viagem que venham a acessar minha página.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) A ÉPOCA CORRETA. Há um consenso de que antes de completar dois anos, não se deve tentar o desfralde. É um stress demasiado e desnecessário. Mas isso não significa que ao completar dois anos, o bebê já está automaticamente pronto para "ingressar no programa". Cada criança tem sua época ideal e isso depende de múltiplos fatores. Essa idade, portanto, é extremamente individual, geralmente variando dos dois aos três anos. Não tenho acesso a estatísticas oficiais, mas tenho a impressão de que meninas são mais precoces que meninos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVe2MDsA8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/7IdQGsWrvzs/s1600-h/IMG_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189658430657004482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVe2MDsA8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/7IdQGsWrvzs/s400/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) O MÉTODO. Peniquinho simples, disponível a todos os momentos. Os pais devem conversar com muita delicadeza e explicar que o bebê cresceu e já é muito esperto, podendo fazer xixi e cocô no lugar certo. Nada melhor que exemplos, então, o papai e a mamãe podem mostrar como se faz, usando o vaso sanitário na frente da criança e mostrando a caca indo embora. Explicando com jeito, uma hora a criança entende que o peniquinho é o correspondente do vaso sanitário para que ela use do mesmo modo. Para os bebês que tem a oportunidade de frequentar escolinhas, ir ao banheiro em conjunto com as demais crianças é um incentivo excepcionalmente eficaz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) CUIDADOS. Tendo os pais decidido pelo desfralde, deve-se tomar alguns cuidados. Quando a criança acerta o lugar, deve-se elogiar e evidenciar o quanto a crinça é "grande" e "esperta". Quando a criança erra e faz a caca na roupa ou no chão, não se deve repreender, pois realmente não é de propósito. Além do mais, a criança fica muito sensível e insegura nessa fase. Uma bronca pode ser entendida como a ordem para não fazer mais as necessidades e aí pode acontecer uma coisa muito triste e infelizmente muito comum: a criança segura o xixi e/ou o cocô até ter dores, cólicas, e até problemas sérios de prisão de ventre. Também pode acontecer de a criança ficar com tanto medo de levar bronca que passa a sofer de incontinência. Felizmente não passei por essas situações traumáticas. No meu caso ao completar dois anos, meus pais entraram em contato com a escolinha e combinaram a sincronia de ações para o desfralde. Percebendo que eu ainda não tinha maturidade, pois começei a "segurar" o xixi, o papai e a mamãe adiaram o desfralde por 60 dias. Na nova tentativa, estou muito mais tranquilo e consciente. Nessa faixa etária, a gente evolui bastante em pouco tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVeUsDsA7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jISus7hFGUc/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189657855131386802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVeUsDsA7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jISus7hFGUc/s400/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) AS FRALDAS. Ao que parece, o melhor sistema, quando a criança já tem consciência do que está se passando, é deixá-la sem fraldas durante o dia, usando-as somente para dormir (pois no começo é quase impossível controlar o xixi dormindo) e também para passeios e longas saídas de carro a fim de não correr o risco de prejudicar os momentos felizes com as pessoas que amamos. Nessa fase, esses períodos de passeios usando fraldas não devem ser excessivamente prolongados ou freqüentes, pois isso pode atrasar o desfralde no geral. Só a prática traz a perfeição.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVfq8DsA9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/svZ32JEPN9M/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189659336895103954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVfq8DsA9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/svZ32JEPN9M/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;5) DICAS INTERESSANTES: Meninos geralmente são fanáticos por carrinhos. No meu caso, só começei a usar o peniquinho quando ganhei da vovó um modelo em forma de calhambeque. O meu peniquinho anterior tinha o formato de uma boca de urso e eu entrava em pânico imaginando que se eu pusesse minha buzanfinha na boca do urso psicopata seria sumariamente devorado antes do primeiro pingo. Imagino que meninas prefiram peniquinhos cor-de-rosa, da Barbie etc. Além do peniquinho e do vaso, as crianças, principalmente os meninos que tem o jato dirigido, podem ser incentivados a fazer "no matinho". Isso evita ter que levar um peniquinho a todo lugar que se vai. Outra dica importante para os pais - UMA DAS MAIS IMPORTANTES - é a seguinte: quando o programa é feito com o devido cuidado e na época certa, leva umas poucas semanas para se perceber os resultados. Nessas poucas semanas, os pais não devem esmorecer e nem perder a paciência. Não conheço ninguém de 15 anos de idade que faça xixi na roupa, portanto, é só ter paciência que tudo acontece naturalmente, a seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso, espero que tenham curtido a leitura e aprendido alguma coisa com a minha experiência de aluno dos programas de abandono das fraldinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-4903166604652371868?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4903166604652371868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4903166604652371868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4903166604652371868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4903166604652371868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/04/largando-as-fraldas-novas-metodologias.html' title='Largando as fraldas - Novas metodologias.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/SAVdXMDsA5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/b0qM3N0Je3o/s72-c/IMG_2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1268515030335452019</id><published>2008-04-08T19:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:59:19.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que mundo é este?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R_v4juc4K3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ayh78D99tY0/s1600-h/226358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187012688495520626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R_v4juc4K3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ayh78D99tY0/s400/226358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigos, no momento estamos derramando uma lágrima pelo anjinho da foto e dando um tempo para refletir, tentando entender que mundo é este.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1268515030335452019?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1268515030335452019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1268515030335452019' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1268515030335452019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1268515030335452019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-mundo-este.html' title='Que mundo é este?'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R_v4juc4K3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ayh78D99tY0/s72-c/226358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1116163116767779472</id><published>2008-03-10T22:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:06:45.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pocolé" e outras guloseimas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R9XajrUOa0I/AAAAAAAAAew/L5OZID0SwEI/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176283653190085442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R9XajrUOa0I/AAAAAAAAAew/L5OZID0SwEI/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; Olá meus queridos leitores! Hoje tenho um daqueles vídeos no youtube pra mostrar a vocês. Cena inusitada: a mamãe querendo tomar um pocolé de coco e eu fazendo de tudo pra ficar com ele só pra mim. Vejam vocês mesmos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=Vx20VwbcJeU"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=Vx20VwbcJeU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Segundo as tias da minha escolinha, eu sou realmente "bom de garfo". Almoço e janto muito bem e não fico pra trás na hora das sobremesas, lanchinhos e, especialmente, nos picnics das sextas-feiras. "Quem gosta de boloooooo?" é o meu bordão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176285603105237842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R9XcVLUOa1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/zKi8iENowBM/s400/IMG_1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Papinha de frutas cai muito bem antes de ir dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176286578062814050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R9XdN7UOa2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/IRFTfv0pHVs/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Já na parte da manhã eu prefiro umas bolachinhas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;E que não seja pela falta de provas fotográficas que eu deixe de dizer qual é o meu passeio preferido aqui no quarteirão: ir até a padoca! E lá eu gosto de fazer imitações em troca de pão-de-queijo, carolinas, queijo fatiado e outras delícias. Aliás, estou aprendendo novas imitações com o intuito de mendigar guloseimas na padoca. Por enquanto já domino a imitação do dinossauro, da fuinha, do elefante e da girafa. Acho que esse é o meu primeiro trabalho remunerado, imitações em troca de quitutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nem só de comilança vive um guri e nem só de fotos vive um blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui vai uma historinha acontecida no fim de semana passado, lá na praça General Polidoro. Estava eu passeando na ensolarada manhã do sábado, lépido e faceiro, quando de repente, apareceu deitado no meu caminho um moço em profundo torpor. Puxei o papai pelo dedo e disse: "-Papai, o moço tá nanando. Acorda o moço, papai!" E o papai respondeu: "- Deixa ele, Victor. Isso é sono de pinga." Eu, que nunca tinha visto ninguém nanando na rua e nem tinha ouvido falar nesse tipo de sono, fiz uma cara de conteúdo, sorri, disfarcei e continuamos o passeio. Na tarde do domingo, após dois dias de estripulias, achei o papai no sofá já tendendo à horizontal e soltei esta: "Acorda, papai! É sono de pinga?" E ele se esborrachou de tanto rir. Hehe... Se meu talento artístico não for suficiente para que eu me torne um pianista, pelo menos já estou traçando o rumo para ser no mínimo um "piadista"! Rarará! (como diria o tio Simão...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais historinhas em breve! Continuem acessando! Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1116163116767779472?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1116163116767779472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1116163116767779472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1116163116767779472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1116163116767779472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/03/pocol-e-outras-guloseimas.html' title='&quot;Pocolé&quot; e outras guloseimas.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R9XajrUOa0I/AAAAAAAAAew/L5OZID0SwEI/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6729682243652282289</id><published>2008-02-14T23:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:44:44.821-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha o tamanho do buraco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R7TqPD0bkkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/or1WUKDNyPM/s1600-h/IMG_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167012216944955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R7TqPD0bkkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/or1WUKDNyPM/s400/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Oi pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando falando umas coisas muito engraçadas ultimamente. Ainda bem que existe este diário eletrônico, assim eu escrevo aqui as pérolas que venho falando e elas não serão esquecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui vão algumas, com os prováveis significados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pisar na borbô: ir tomar banho. É que agora eu tomo banho em pé e tenho um tapetinho de borracha em forma de borboleta. Então, quando está na hora do banho eu vou "pisar na borbô". E de vez em quando eu faço xixi na borbô. Pobre borbô, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Açude!&lt;br /&gt;Essa é boa. Aprendi a falar "saúde" quando o papai espirra. Só que outro dia eu me esqueci como era essa palavra... o papai espirrou e eu mandei um "açude, papai!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre espirros, já reparei que o papai sempre espirra várias vezes em seqüência, é por causa da alergia que ele tem. Agora, quando eu espirro, sempre acrescento uns dois ou três espirros falsos depois do verdadeiro, pra ficar em seqüência, como o papai... e fico olhando em volta pra ver se alguém me fala "açude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upa-upa no dagão! Acho que essa pode ser facilmente explicada pela foto a seguir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167014660781347410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R7TsdT0bklI/AAAAAAAAAeY/E_UvaA6zE9Y/s400/IMG_1915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é, esse aí acima é o meu dragão inflável alado doméstico verde-limão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biga = Nada a ver com as bigas romanas. Também não se trata de briga. "Biga" é simplesmente uma redução de brigadeiro, o docinho. Nas festinhas de aniversário, sempre peço pra "comer um biga". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cói-cói = corre-corre! Geralmente essa expressão é dita minutos antes que leve um belo tombo. Vive acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulichinha do anhanha = mochilinha do Homem-Aranha. Acessório indispensável pra levar minhas roupas e apetrechos pra escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piniquique = Piquenique. Tem toda sexta-feira lá na minha escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caínho no pé = Carinho no pé. É isso que eu imploro todas as noites na hora de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caínho Gemêlo = Carrinho vermelho. É o meu super-esportivo de rádio-controle que o Papai Noel trouxe e que fica guardado na casa da vovó, por motivo de falta de terreno no meu cafofo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167143385246175858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R7VhiD0bknI/AAAAAAAAAeo/E_Zt_NyOa60/s400/CIMG3479.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Olha o tamanho do buraco!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem... isso quer dizer exatamente o que está escrito. Só que ainda não se chegou a um consenso sobre o motivo que me levou a dizer isso. Há dias em que eu praticamente entro em looping e falo essa frase umas 20 vezes seguidas... e com ênfase! Se alguém perto de mim comenta algo sobre "tamanho" ou "buraco" eu lembro da minha frase e começo o mantra. Cômico isso... Pode ser que eu tenha escutado isso enquanto passeava de carro com meus pais, dado o elevado número de buracos nas ruas da cidade. Pode ser que seja por causa do buraco na casa da vovó, o buracão que vai virar piscina... esse é um baita buracão mesmo. Pode ser que eu tenha escutado alguém fazer comentários ao conferir um extrato cartão de crédito. Sei lá... alguém tem alguma idéia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em breve registrarei aqui mais algumas frases que ando falando. Só pra não cair no esquecimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-6729682243652282289?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6729682243652282289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6729682243652282289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6729682243652282289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6729682243652282289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/02/olha-o-tamanho-do-buraco.html' title='Olha o tamanho do buraco!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R7TqPD0bkkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/or1WUKDNyPM/s72-c/IMG_1911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2928182275068441884</id><published>2008-02-01T08:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:58:08.400-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então tá ! Chegou meu dia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eba! 2 aninhos, finalmente!! Hoje é meu dia, iupiiiiiiiii!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R6L6K4mvdiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0ltABWkjXco/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161963187820525090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R6L6K4mvdiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0ltABWkjXco/s400/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161963737576338994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R6L6q4mvdjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/h8S-AQROiGk/s400/IMG_1844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161964141303264834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R6L7CYmvdkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cD0PWmXngkw/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-2928182275068441884?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2928182275068441884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=2928182275068441884' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2928182275068441884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2928182275068441884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/02/ento-t-chegou-meu-dia.html' title='Então tá ! Chegou meu dia!!!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R6L6K4mvdiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0ltABWkjXco/s72-c/IMG_1822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4301650576236468983</id><published>2008-01-16T22:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:33:53.374-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 aninhos - contagem regressiva para "então tá!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R5ClTFsXXRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/CAL8_z69ExU/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oi pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156814101071486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R5CvGlsXXTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I1kl8qICNDU/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui estou eu estreando a versão 2008 do blog, em novas cores. E começei o ano com pique total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira arte está disponível em vídeo no YouTube. Tiraram da sala o meu sofá de salto livre e colocaram um outro mais chapado. Aí eu tive que inventar uma nova manobra radical. Para assistir basta clicar neste link: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYfhH-uvJ7I"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYfhH-uvJ7I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já passamos da metade de janeiro e isso significa que começou a contagem regressiva para "então tá!" por conta da inexorável aproximação do meu natalício. Meu aniversário é no dia 1º de fevereiro e neste ano resolvi comemorar junto aos meus novos amigos do Colégio Itatiaia, durante a tarde. Essa escolinha foi escolhida pela mamãe e pelo papai por conta da melhor estrutura para que eu me divirta enquanto eles se matam de trabalhar, hehe... E logo que cheguei, já fui fazendo amigos: o Mário, o Rafael, a Isadora, a Alice, o João Gabriel e as tias Érica, Érika, Roberta, Priscila (xará da mamãe), Kátia... enfim... é uma escolinha muito divertida e bem dimensionada para desenvolver o potencial das crianças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez os caríssimos leitores&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;percebam o incremento no meu vocabulário. É que estou ficando mais experiente. Mas se por um lado minha oratória se enriquece, por outro começo a sentir o peso dos anos. Às portas de completar dois anos de vida, meu desempenho já não é o mesmo de outros tempos. Não basta chorar para conseguir objetivos... É necessário muito mais esforço de persuasão para convencer os que me cercam a atender minhas demandas. E nem sempre alcanço meus objetivos de satisfação. A mim só resta lamentar as decepções e a incapacidade deste já combalido conjunto corpo-mente.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fazendo uma digressão, sou levado a crer que meus pais, possivelmente, também estejam ficando mais velhos, mais experientes, e mais sagazes para lidar comigo ao mesmo tempo em que seus corpos tendem à pré-putrefação, considerando que nasceram no século passado e rumam aceleradamente para o que chamam vulgarmente de terceira-idade, seja lá o que isso queira dizer. O fato é que aprendi a falar e pedir um monte de coisas, mas percebo que já não sou atendido na maioria das minhas vontades. Paradoxalmente, no passado remoto, isto é, no ano passado, o que eu conseguia com um simples choro, hoje eu não recebo mesmo separando as sílabas da minha exigência! E assim caminha a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;humanidade...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R5CpB1sXXSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7Gszfh0570E/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156807422397340962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R5CpB1sXXSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7Gszfh0570E/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui nesta foto eu apareço perto da Lola, da Lilica e da Zazá, que são as três galinhas&lt;br /&gt;da Turma do Cocoricó, verdadeiro ícone televisivo da minha geração. É um privilégio posar ao lado das minhas aves-ídolos. Elas sempre estão ao meu lado quando o universo conspira contra mim e só me resta ficar quieto assisitindo televisão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta ano começou com muitas aventuras, mas não vou contar tudo de uma vez para não cansar meus estimados leitores. Prometo ir contando homeopaticamente. Um grande beijo pra todo mundo, feliz 2008 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS - As bolinhas que ornamentam o fundo do meu blog foram colocadas em homenagem à minha catapora. (Não falei que o ano começou com tudo? Estou cataporento... Em "off", tá? Informação disponível apenas para os meus seletos leitores.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois eu explico melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-4301650576236468983?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4301650576236468983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4301650576236468983' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4301650576236468983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4301650576236468983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-aninhos-contagem-regressiva-para-ento.html' title='2 aninhos - contagem regressiva para &quot;então tá!&quot;'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R5CvGlsXXTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/I1kl8qICNDU/s72-c/IMG_1757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3425056803855706291</id><published>2007-12-30T23:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:07:00.048-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Restrospesctictictiva fotográfica de 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Janeiro/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hNb1sXXQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-yrbtbFiQDU/s1600-h/Janeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149951314563128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hNb1sXXQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-yrbtbFiQDU/s400/Janeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Fevereiro/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hNKlsXXPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xgcThxxKcts/s1600-h/Fevereiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149951018210385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hNKlsXXPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xgcThxxKcts/s400/Fevereiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Março/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hM5lsXXOI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Yp3H7FRFy50/s1600-h/MarÃ§o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149950726152608994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hM5lsXXOI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Yp3H7FRFy50/s400/Mar%C3%A7o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Abril/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMuVsXXNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4jnHEYY67Hc/s1600-h/Abril.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149950532879080658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMuVsXXNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4jnHEYY67Hc/s400/Abril.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Maio/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMjVsXXMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BD78xFICR88/s1600-h/Maio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149950343900519618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMjVsXXMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BD78xFICR88/s400/Maio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Junho/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMVlsXXLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/J1tNGiDnWT8/s1600-h/Junho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149950107677318322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMVlsXXLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/J1tNGiDnWT8/s400/Junho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Julho/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMGlsXXKI/AAAAAAAAAco/LpJFMhVupVc/s1600-h/Julho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149949849979280546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hMGlsXXKI/AAAAAAAAAco/LpJFMhVupVc/s400/Julho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Agosto/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hL61sXXJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/q3Gwgl-wA4w/s1600-h/Agosto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149949648115817618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hL61sXXJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/q3Gwgl-wA4w/s400/Agosto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Setembro/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLoFsXXII/AAAAAAAAAcY/bnRQCLhFkn4/s1600-h/Setembro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149949325993270402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLoFsXXII/AAAAAAAAAcY/bnRQCLhFkn4/s400/Setembro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outubro/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLZlsXXHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Kl0lFA4AY14/s1600-h/Outubro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149949076885167218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLZlsXXHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Kl0lFA4AY14/s400/Outubro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Novembro/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLMlsXXGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OExCjkKUGAY/s1600-h/Novembro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149948853546867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLMlsXXGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OExCjkKUGAY/s400/Novembro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dezembro/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLBlsXXFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DFhrr4Z3KYM/s1600-h/Dezembro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149948664568306770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hLBlsXXFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DFhrr4Z3KYM/s400/Dezembro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FELIZ 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3425056803855706291?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3425056803855706291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3425056803855706291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3425056803855706291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3425056803855706291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/12/restrospesctictictiva-2007.html' title='Restrospesctictictiva fotográfica de 2007'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R3hNb1sXXQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-yrbtbFiQDU/s72-c/Janeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4406562583171347420</id><published>2007-12-18T21:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:11:40.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá chegando o natal! E acabando mais um ano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olá pessoal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2007 passou como um cometa! Realmente parece que foi ontem que eu estive aqui falando sobre as árvores de natal e as luzes e a retrospesctictictiva do 2006. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me disseram que este ano foi do balacobaco, que coisas incríveis aconteceram, destacando-se as últimas semanas, quando uma certa "colônia de gambás" foi removida pra segundona e uma tal de CPMF foi junto. Dizem as más línguas que as duas tranqueiras voltam logo. Não entendi nadica de nada desse papo, mas como um gurizinho atento que sou estou aqui repercutindo o que ouvi. Mais tarde eu jogo tudo no Google e descubro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hotFsXXDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gVEtgTQN9Vc/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145477698102451250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hotFsXXDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gVEtgTQN9Vc/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vejam só que linda a minha árvore de natal. Está aqui na sala! Todas as noites eu peço pra mamãe acender as luzes. Aponto pra árvore e digo: "Nataaaaaaal" e aí a mamãe vai lá e aperta o botão de acender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Falando em natal, vejam só que coisa linda o Bom Velhinho deixou aqui em casa, um pouco antes da hora: uma Super "Tonka" do Shrek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145468833289952258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hgpFsXXAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/S8J-ZiUqsZY/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tenho 2008 inteirinho pra aprender a pedalar. Sem pressa... Tudo a seu tempo. Por falar nisso, me disseram que em Janeiro eu vou entrar no "programa monitorado de abandono das fraldas pelo direcionamento da bolostroca ao peniquinho". Deve ter alguma ONG patrocinando essas iniciativas. Sei lá. Por mim viveria todo borrado numa boa. Nem reclamo. Mas já que o lance é despoluir o mundo, nada melhor do que começar pela despoluição da minha própria buzanfinha, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145472492602088466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hj-FsXXBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TbyMk28eE7A/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Coisas assim põem a gente pra pensar. Outro dia fiquei chocado com o filme do Al Gore (aquele tiozinho que perdeu na mão leve a eleição pra presidente da Gringolândia), o tal que prova por A+B que o aquecimento global é fruto da poluição que as pessoas fazem. Mamãe e papai dizem que lamentam por eu vir ao mundo em tempos tão difíceis mas que têm confiança que eu seja de uma geração mais capacitada a resolver coisas quase insolúveis como a poluição, a pobreza, as drogas, a fome, as guerras, intolerâncias e fanatismos. Mas isso tudo é assunto sério demais pra uma conversa agora. Ainda nem completei dois anos. Mais pra frente (alguns anos) voltaremos ao tema. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Por enquanto meu universo é apenas alegria e brincadeiras porque sou apenas um menininho e vivo feliz junto da mamãezinha, do papaizinho e do Kite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hoH1sXXCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LLHVh_97P9c/s1600-h/Imagem+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145477058152324130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hoH1sXXCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LLHVh_97P9c/s320/Imagem+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opa, falando em Kite, e mais uma vez apenas repercutindo aquilo que ouvi: O o Kite anda miando a noite inteira chamando uma tal de Malú. É "malúúúúúúuúú" a madrugada toda. E ninguém dorme mais por aqui. O papai disse que o Kite ficou mocinho e não vai parar. Escutei quando ligaram pros veterinários, o Dr. Bernardo e a Dra. Rosicler (um abração, pessoal da clínica) e marcaram um dia em que "o Kite vai virar eunuco". Novamente não faço a mínima idéia do que seja isso, mas se essa intervenção vai fazer ele parar de chamar a Malú, imagino que seja algum tipo de operação na laringe e apoio completamente - em nome dos meus bons sonhos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bom, agora vou tomar minha mamica, que já está na hora de criança ir dormir. Sem miados, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145479772571655234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hql1sXXEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5vi3JHWUIEI/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Victor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;PS - Essa soneca da foto já está sendo no sofá novo. Esse é presente que o papai Noel trouxe pra nós aqui de casa. Espero que o Kite-eunuco não destrua tudo. Aliás, o que é eunuco? Bah... sei lá, vou fazer como os meus pais fazem quando têm dúvidas assim: "Joga no Google!" Hahahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-4406562583171347420?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4406562583171347420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4406562583171347420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4406562583171347420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4406562583171347420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/12/t-chegando-o-natal-e-acabando-mais-um.html' title='Tá chegando o natal! E acabando mais um ano.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R2hotFsXXDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/gVEtgTQN9Vc/s72-c/IMG_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1009809453666653256</id><published>2007-11-29T21:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:24:20.622-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapequices e espertezas de novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi pessoal! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como fiquei quase o mês inteiro sem colocar novidades vou fazer um resumão do mês pra vocês. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138410579846723058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R09NMqnfdfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pddzKR-7wFw/s400/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pratiquei muito futebol americano neste mês. Ganhei essa linda bola do Nemo e por algumas vezes saí pra jogar na pracinha. Outras crianças jogam com os pés. O papai sempre "suta". Mas eu gosto mesmo é de segurar muito bem a bola e sair correndo com ela debaixo do braço. Ah, neste mês conheci o Parque do Ibirarapuepuerera (uma coisa assim)... excelente lugar pra futebol americano!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138411980006061570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R09OeKnfdgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/EqBChkDlbMU/s400/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Reparem na foto acima: em um pé estou usando sandália azul e verde. No outro, um tênis verde e laranja. Nesse dia fiquei assim por horas e não deixei ninguém trocar qualquer um dos calçados, sob pena de chilique, choro e bico! Estou gostando muito das cores ultimamente. Reparem que estou perto do meu tapetinho colorido de brincar na sala. Com ajuda desse tapetinho já aprendi a distinguir as cores básicas e pronunciar seus nomes: "Adzú", "vêdi", "amanéno", "ósa", "ôxo" e "ânja". Entenderam todas? O vermelho ainda não sei falar de jeito nenhum, mas já sei apontar para o quadrado vermelho quando me perguntam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138414002935658002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R09QT6nfdhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bz1MlrKEQxk/s400/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O ritmo dos estudos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Na foto acima estou relaxando de meias na poltrona, sorvendo um tri-refrescante suco de uva. Eu tinha acabado de chegar da escolinha e portanto era um relax mais do que merecido a quem passara o dia envolvido com atividades acadêmicas. Por falar nisso, decidiram adiar para o começo do ano que vem a apresentação da minha tese sobre largar as fraldas. A diretora da escolinha disse que se eu tentar defender essa tese antes da hora certa, posso acabar me borrando em frente à banca examinadora e aí a coisa pode feder, se é que vocês me entendem. Por isso estou mais compenetrado em outras teorias como o nome das cores, dos números, dos amiguinhos e dos bichos ("fante", "afa", "cacaco", "alála", "pipiu" e outros).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138416601390872098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R09SrKnfdiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DGq8C_uuwH0/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha só eu fazendo pose pra foto e mandando um duplo sinal de "positivo" também conhecido como "joinha". Aprendi isso nos últimos dias e gostei tanto da energia desse simples gesto que faço até para estranhos na calçada ou no elevador. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, essas foram algumas das cenas mais marcantes do mês. Vou parando por aqui porque os digitadores que eu contratei já estão pedindo pra sair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS - "Pede pra sair! Pede pra sair! Pede pra sair!!" Meus pais ouviram isso num filme da moda e falaram na minha frente pra tirar um sarro. Agora eu repito isso sozinho de vez em quando e rio até... Que será isso? Sei lá...mas soa engraçado. Pede pra sair! Pede pra sair! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1009809453666653256?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1009809453666653256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1009809453666653256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1009809453666653256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1009809453666653256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/11/sapequices-e-espertezas-de-novembro.html' title='Sapequices e espertezas de novembro'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/R09NMqnfdfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pddzKR-7wFw/s72-c/IMG_1581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-157825271288004407</id><published>2007-11-05T20:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:05:23.324-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fota-Futa-Suta e mais auaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ry-pPSasYwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uadFm2EYbYk/s1600-h/pq+aclimaÃ§Ã¢o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129504580705215234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ry-pPSasYwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uadFm2EYbYk/s320/pq+aclima%C3%A7%C3%A2o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi pessoal, aqui vão mais algumas palavrinhas para o meu vocabulário de infância:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fota: É a minha "frota" de carrinhos (principalmente os pequenos Hot Wheels e Matchbox). Todas as vezes em que eu me comporto durante as compras de supermercado, eu ganho um carrinho novo para a "fota".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futa: É qualquer fruta que não seja manana (= banana), pêda (pêra ou maçã) ou mamão (essa eu falo direitinho). Todas as frutas não citadas são "futa", dentre as quais muito me apetecem a manga, a ameixa e o caqui. De uns tempos pra cá, meu segundo jantar tem sido "futa". É que eu janto na escolinha, mas quando chego em casa já estou com fome de novo, aí eu rejanto futa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suta: Esse é um verbo no imperativo. Eu falo isso quando estou jogando bola com o papai. Pego a bola com as mãos, jogo pra ele e ordeno: "- Suta, papai!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129506079648801554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ry-qmiasYxI/AAAAAAAAAag/KbOKtzAbphQ/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fem = Outro verbo no imperativo = "Vem!" Quando eu entro na minha toca e quero que o Kite também entre eu o chamo: "Fem, Táti!" e faço o gesto com a mão para que ele entenda... Gatos não são muito obedientes, mas mesmo assim eu adoro a companhia desse meu amigo felino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaiêêêêêê! Mamanhêêêêê! (a 90 decibéis) = Interjeições ditas no berço, quando eu acordo antes de todos e quero ser removido do meu leito para dar início a mais um dia feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passá = passear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pota = Porta. Sempre peço para alguém "abi" a "pota" quando eu quero "passá".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129508106873365282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ry-sciasYyI/AAAAAAAAAao/74CrJgxnHrc/s400/Imagem+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Olha eu levando o Piupiu pra passear no Parque da Aclimação. Os nativos de lá dizem "Parque do Acurimaçón". Como se pode notar, eu não sou o único que troca um pouco a pronúncia das palavras... hehe... Gosto muito de passear nesse e em outros parques de São Paulo, onde sempre conheço vários auaus muito legais. No último domingo conheci um simpático bulldog de 9 meses e já com 25Kg, chamado Átila. E um Staffordshire chamado Buddy, um Daschhound (vulgo lingüiçinha) chamado Papito. E também uma fêmea de Poodle chamada Monalisa e muitos outros.... Os que eu sei o nome são apenas aqueles com os quais eu interagi diretamente. Adoro esses passeios. No próximo passeio que eu fizer num desses parques, vou tentar voltar com umas fotos pra colocar aqui no blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Até a próxima postagem! Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-157825271288004407?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/157825271288004407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=157825271288004407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/157825271288004407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/157825271288004407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/11/fota-futa-suta-e-mais-auaus.html' title='Fota-Futa-Suta e mais auaus'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ry-pPSasYwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uadFm2EYbYk/s72-c/pq+aclima%C3%A7%C3%A2o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7407222677300323235</id><published>2007-10-25T21:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:26:00.511-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esportes radicais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RyEibiasYuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/nyshTOhWJJU/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125415707414913762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RyEibiasYuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/nyshTOhWJJU/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;O capacete das fotos eu ganhei pra ver se meu coco resiste até o final da infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Vejam neste link um vídeo que mostra um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt; dos riscos de ser um bebê de apartamento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3ohVzOGkwg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3ohVzOGkwg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RyEi_iasYvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JDSLdntE-HY/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125416325890204402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RyEi_iasYvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JDSLdntE-HY/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Victor&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/33231742-7407222677300323235?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7407222677300323235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7407222677300323235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7407222677300323235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7407222677300323235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/10/esportes-radicais.html' title='Esportes radicais'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RyEibiasYuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/nyshTOhWJJU/s72-c/IMG_1295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4775133745776257245</id><published>2007-10-22T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:40:20.534-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O aniversário da tia Yolanda, de Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tia da tia da mamãe, ou tia-avó da mamãe, ou tia do vovô (que é papai da mamãe) e que acumula ainda muitas outras posições na hierarquia familiar, as quais ainda não tenho compreensão para detalhar... ou simplesmente a Tia Yolanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Uma das primeiras pessoas a acompanhar as minhas aventuras através deste singelo diário virtual. No sábado ela comemorou aniversário lá em Santos e eu me esbaldei na festinha, com muitos salgadinhos, docinhos, guaraná e outras guloseimas que nós crianças adoramos, além dos brinquedos de jogar, correr, escalar e pular! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tia Yolanda, muito obrigado pelo convite para participar dessa linda festa, muitas felicidades e muitos anos de vida para a senhora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Seguem algumas fotos da balada badalada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Eu me esbaldando na piscina de bolinhas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124270668058171858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rx0RBeaPmdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/u1NCrnHEBO0/s400/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Tia Yolanda com dois de seus filhos, o tio-primo Paulo e a tia-prima Beth)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124273292283189746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rx0TaOaPmfI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-bEQc8cEAUU/s320/Imagem+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Eu no colo da tia-prima Ana-Lúcia)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124273975182989826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rx0UB-aPmgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-UPBKUUEHGY/s320/Imagem+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Eu jogando futebol "estilo-livre" com o vovô)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124275027449977362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rx0U_OaPmhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bPfEbJetFkk/s320/Imagem+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Eu no colo da vó-tia Jurema)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124275645925268002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rx0VjOaPmiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lcTgTkeFfvo/s320/Imagem+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;E isso aí, pessoal, foi super legal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fiquei em dívida com a tia Regina, mas na próxima ida a Santos, prometo que só vai ter fotos com ela. Tia Regina... vai preparando o sorvela! (Minha mãe tá aqui do lado falando que também quer...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-4775133745776257245?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4775133745776257245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4775133745776257245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4775133745776257245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4775133745776257245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-aniversrio-da-tia-yolanda-de-santos.html' title='O aniversário da tia Yolanda, de Santos'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rx0RBeaPmdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/u1NCrnHEBO0/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3748328631552479556</id><published>2007-10-12T09:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:36:03.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia das crianças e a "tota"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oi turma! Hoje é um dos dias mais felizes do ano, é o dia das crianças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhei um presente muito legal da mamãe e do papai: uma toca (que eu chamo de tota). Junto com a tota vieram muitas bolinhas que eu e o Kite estamos adorando - não podemos esquecer que o gatinho também é criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120424310096238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rw9mx-aPmZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hlznOLcghJE/s400/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120425061715515810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rw9nduaPmaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/w2XFp4-iVAw/s400/Imagem+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também ganhei uma cadeirinha de praia com a estampa da Turma do Cocoricó, que eu adorei. Uso pra assistir TV ou simplesmente saio arrastando a cadeira pela casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120427020220602802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rw9pPuaPmbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TRQMJpZyF6Y/s400/IMG_1289.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando eu pensei que as surpresas tinham acabado, ganhei da tia Jane do Tribunal um buggy amarelo Hot Wheels, que eu gostei tanto que levei pra tomar banho e depois levei pro berço pra dormir junto comigo. Obrigado, tia Jane (e parabéns pelo seu netinho que já está a caminho, no próximo dias das crianças ele ou ela já vai estar por aqui!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120427625810991554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rw9py-aPmcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/unJYDYTDjtY/s400/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Parabéns pra todas as crianças e beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3748328631552479556?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3748328631552479556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3748328631552479556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3748328631552479556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3748328631552479556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-dia-das-crianas-e-tota.html' title='O dia das crianças e a &quot;tota&quot;'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rw9mx-aPmZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hlznOLcghJE/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-178724981735116042</id><published>2007-10-09T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:43:22.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vico"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pessoal, vejam só a conversa que mantive com a mamãe e o papai, no fim de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pergunta: - Cadê a mamãe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Resp: - Mamãe ! (e aponto o dedo para a mamãe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pergunta: - Cadê o papai?&lt;br /&gt;Resp: - Papai! (e aponto o dedo para o papai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pergunta: - Cadê o Kite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Resp: - Táti! (e aponto o dedo para o Kite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pergunta: - Cadê o Victor?&lt;br /&gt;Resp: - VICO!!  (e bato a mãozinha no peito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119392936268444066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rwu8wHfssaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Gs5RrHVoaG8/s400/DSC04359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(foto: Cortesia de "Tia Klyvian Produções Fotográficas")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-178724981735116042?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/178724981735116042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=178724981735116042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/178724981735116042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/178724981735116042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/10/vico-primeira-vez-que-me-identifiquei.html' title='&quot;Vico&quot;'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rwu8wHfssaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Gs5RrHVoaG8/s72-c/DSC04359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3752580408488120037</id><published>2007-10-04T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:16:11.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>04/10 Aniversário do Vô Hamilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Olá gente, hoje é aniversário do vovô e a postagem de hoje é só pra dar os parabéns!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RwVjlnfssZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oapLGUiz2fI/s1600-h/000003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117606049484681618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RwVjlnfssZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oapLGUiz2fI/s400/000003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ah, e pra todo mundo que gosta dos bichinhos, hoje é também o dia de São Francisco de Assis, o o doce Francisquinho, protetor de todos os bichos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Parabéns, vovô, por mais um ano e por nascer num dia tão bonito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;PS - Esta semana aprendi a falar "oi!" na hora certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3752580408488120037?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3752580408488120037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3752580408488120037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3752580408488120037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3752580408488120037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/10/04-10-aniversrio-do-v-hamilton.html' title='04/10 Aniversário do Vô Hamilton'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RwVjlnfssZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oapLGUiz2fI/s72-c/000003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-311990880186470544</id><published>2007-09-26T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:23:28.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>27/09/07 - O primeiro aniversário do Kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsMkzJw-9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Z1iYxxRQYYM/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114695628155321298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsMkzJw-9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Z1iYxxRQYYM/s400/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chegou o seu dia, amigão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje estou aqui pra comemorar o aniversário do meu gatinho, o Kite. De acordo com a documentação do pedigree, esse carinha super legal nasceu no dia 27/09/06 e portanto temos que comemorar o seu aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kite" é um nome inglês, que se pronuncia "Caite" e significa "pipa". Quem escolheu esse nome foi a mamãe, por causa de uma música do U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro do dia em que ele chegou...Foi tão legal! Eu tinha só uns 9 meses de vida. Quando o vi fiquei tão feliz que bati palminhas pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsLUDJw-8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3Y_83zrbs5E/s1600-h/Kite+20-09-07.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114694240880884674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsLUDJw-8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3Y_83zrbs5E/s400/Kite+20-09-07.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde então, assim como eu, ele vem crescendo forte e sadio. Ele gosta muito de brincar e chega mesmo a dividir os meus brinquedos. Gosta de carrinhos e bolinhas. Das coisas em que não deveria mexer, tem uma predileção especial por canetas que estejam soltas em cima da mesa e pelo remédio de cabeceira do papai (aquele de pingar no nariz). Ah, ele também adora "abraçar" sapatos que estejam debaixo da cama e sair rolando com eles pelo quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114699463561116642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsQEDJw--I/AAAAAAAAAYY/7LYUx-Asrro/s400/kite002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Apesar de ser muito farrista, ele não faz muita arte. As estrepolias dele nunca tem conseqüências sérias e ele nunca quebrou nenhum objeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Kite é muito engraçado, ele tem certos hábitos cômicos, como por exemplo o jeito de ficar "sentado", parecendo uma pessoa relaxando numa cadeira. Gosta muito de dormir dentro do guarda-roupa, onde já foi esquecido várias vezes e surpreendido no meio das roupas horas depois de cada sumiço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu me deito, ele fica pertinho e muitas vezes já quis deitar comigo no meu berçinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Apesar de suas garras e dentes afiadíssimos, ele é muito meigo e macio, e posso dizer que todas as crianças aqui do prédio gostam muito dele pois de vez em quando é ele que recebe visitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso, Kite, você pode não ser humano, mas por sua doçura e companheirismo sempre será lembrado como o meu primeiro amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Parabéns, BPP! (Bola de Pêlos da Pérsia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsJxjJw-4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/nO-I8nIkoBk/s1600-h/Kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114692548663769986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsJxjJw-4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/nO-I8nIkoBk/s320/Kite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É isso aí! Agora eu vou comer um pedaço do bolo de sardinhas e fígado que eu fiz pra ele. Tchau! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/u2/kite.html"&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/u2/kite.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-311990880186470544?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/311990880186470544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=311990880186470544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/311990880186470544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/311990880186470544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/09/2709-o-primeiro-aniversrio-do-kite.html' title='27/09/07 - O primeiro aniversário do Kite'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvsMkzJw-9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Z1iYxxRQYYM/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6205199724640034447</id><published>2007-09-21T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:28:12.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos defeitos de fabricação - Todos têm conserto! E ainda estou na garantia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvUKSzJw-2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/RfHbFlTEs5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113004270034156386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvUKSzJw-2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/RfHbFlTEs5Q/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oi gente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, estou melhor do meu probleminha no olho. O tratamento está dando resultados. A bolotinha diminuiu bastante e agora está do tamanho de um feijãozinho. Com isso, o risco de precisar operar também diminuiu. Hoje cedo estive num cirurgião de olhos que me explicou que eu também estou com o mesmo problema, em menor grau, na parte de baixo dos dois olhinhos e que isso é uma tendência individual. Fator genético... Mas também explicou que em muitos casos o problema desaparece conforme a gente vai crescendo. Então, só tenho duas coisas pra me preocupar: 1) Não descuidar do tratamento que está dando certo. 2) Papar tudinho na hora das refeições, para crescer cada vez mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já no exame periódico da pediatra, ontem, foi constatado que eu estou crescendo bastante. Já tenho 83cm de altura e cerca de 13Kg - Forte como um tourinho. Outras boas novas: minha hérnia inguinal regrediu consideravelmente. Se continuar essa evolução, não vamos precisar operar. O mesmo se aplica à fimose (ai que vergonha falar sobre isso na internet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, continuo com o peito chiando e o nariz escorrendo - desde que nasci! A Dra. disse que eu sou um "bebê chiador", e que isso deve parar quando eu tiver mais de dois anos. Ela até me receitou umas inalações, mas quem disse que eu permito? Hehe... além de chiador, eu sou um bebê brigador. Se depender de mim, o inalador voa pela janela! Em termos de inalação, eu quero a minha parte em danoninho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí, gostaram das novidades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-6205199724640034447?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6205199724640034447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6205199724640034447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6205199724640034447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6205199724640034447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-pequeno-defeito-de-fabricao.html' title='Pequenos defeitos de fabricação - Todos têm conserto! E ainda estou na garantia...'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RvUKSzJw-2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/RfHbFlTEs5Q/s72-c/IMG_1099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8986970337733708049</id><published>2007-09-17T18:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:20:12.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Utilidade Pública</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ru700ADDVrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/68sJpSMsy0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111291801315268274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ru700ADDVrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/68sJpSMsy0Y/s200/IMG_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oi pessoal! Hoje estou aqui para esclarecer a todos os papais de crianças que terçol é uma coisa e calázio é outra. Há cerca de 12 dias estou sofrendo com um calázio, o qual somente hoje foi corretamente diagnosticado. Algumas crianças (adultos também) podem sofrer um entupimento de uma glândula que há nas pálpebras, ocasionando um doloroso inchaço que pode perdurar por várias semanas, ao contrário do terçol que geralmente regride em cerca de 7 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O tratamente é com compressas MORNAS e determinados colírios e pomadas oftálmicas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aliás, fica meu protesto contra a falta de medicamentos específicos para as crianças do Brasil. As pomadas oftálmicas aparentemente sumiram das melhores farmácias. Os complementos de vitaminas para crianças também desapareceram na época em que eu nasci por conta de uma greve da ANVISA e até hoje os estoques não se normalizaram. Tenho tomado uma vitamina substituta, assim como a pomada que vou usar para combater o problema no olhinho, também é uma alternativa à que foi inicialmente prescrita. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agora conto com a torcida de todos para que o tratamento de 10 dias resolva esse empecilho. Em alguns casos somente a remoção cirúrgica da "bolotinha" resolve o problema, espero que não seja meu caso! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111300356890121922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ru78mADDVsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FBjJgEfgaz8/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aqui está um site com mais informações sobre esse assunto: &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.drqueirozneto.com.br/patologias/calazio/manual.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.drqueirozneto.com.br/patologias/calazio/manual.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Victor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS - No último sábado aprendi a falar "piupiu"que significa "pomba". Na praçinha perto de casa, corri atrás das piupius que loucamente voavam pra todos os lados. Também aprendi a falar "Oi!" que é o cumprimento básico aqui em São Paulo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-8986970337733708049?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8986970337733708049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8986970337733708049' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8986970337733708049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8986970337733708049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/09/utilidade-pblica.html' title='Utilidade Pública'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Ru700ADDVrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/68sJpSMsy0Y/s72-c/IMG_1092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3530598359876405317</id><published>2007-09-06T19:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:01:03.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno glossário para ajudar as pessoas a me compreenderem na idade de um ano e sete meses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;abô ! = acabou! (pode ser uma música, uma sobremesa ou qualquer outra coisa que lamentavelmente tenha terminado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii = alguém, por obséquio, erga este humilde ser humano de tenra idade até a altura da cama, a fim de que eu possa bagunçá-la apropriadamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;atum! = expressão que utilizo nas mais diversas situações, mas nunca para definir o peixe homônimo. Foram as primeiras duas sílabas que pronunciei claramente. Também falo atum quando bato a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auau = cachorro, gato, tartaruga, peixe, elefante, modelo de tiranossauro-rex em PVC ou qualquer outro ser categorizado como animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacôco = biscoito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batata! = brinquedo, bola, mandala, pneu, guarda-chuva, remédio...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;cô = escova de dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;cô !!! = alguém me dê a minha escova de dentes agora! O tártaro está se acumulando nos meus dentinhos e preciso removê-lo escovando durante pelo menos 40 minutos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;cocôôôôôôôôôô = fiz cocô na fralda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;dá, dáááá, dáááá = me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ék = Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;fovó = vovó, vovô, vizinho, porteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;guá = água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pêda = pêra ou maçã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiji, zizi, zsjizsji = xixi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamãe, papai = os próprios, meus progenitores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;mene, mena = meias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;papa, papá = papinha, comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;papáp, papápf = sapato (sempre falo "papápf" quando quero me calçar para sair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;sássi, sêssi = eu falo muito essas duas palavrinhas, mas ninguem conseguiu atribuir sentido até agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;siá = passear. Geralmente associo o papápf com a hora de siá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Táti = Kite (meu querido amigo felino, a bola de pelos da Pérsia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;tó = toma, pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3530598359876405317?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3530598359876405317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3530598359876405317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3530598359876405317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3530598359876405317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/09/glossrio.html' title='Pequeno glossário para ajudar as pessoas a me compreenderem na idade de um ano e sete meses.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7147055284820885197</id><published>2007-08-26T22:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:35:18.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguns flagrantes de agosto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interessantes essas máquinas de lavar. Fico imaginando como é que elas funcionam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103183976439391346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtImyesipHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Fhb1fHS83yA/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duas Guinness bem geladas aqui pra mim, por favor! Ah, não pode? Duas mamicas, então!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtInlusipJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MhzLupBIlGY/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103184856907687058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtInlusipJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MhzLupBIlGY/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tô pronto. Podemos ir. É aqui NA FRENTE que as crianças vão, né?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtInGOsipII/AAAAAAAAAWo/X4m8wMNSA-E/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103184315741807746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtInGOsipII/AAAAAAAAAWo/X4m8wMNSA-E/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+IMG_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cavalinho, cavalinho, me proteja destas coisas malucas que se mexem no fliperama do shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtImbOsipGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Nu7p8IL7700/s1600-h/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103183577007432802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtImbOsipGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Nu7p8IL7700/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai que dia... Tenho que ir pra escola, é? Posso ficar em casa hoje? Tô com gripe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtImEusipFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FI_8S0HZQnI/s1600-h/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103183190460376146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtImEusipFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FI_8S0HZQnI/s400/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu sei que eu tenho um monte de brinquedos, mas eu quero brincar é com esta latinha. Algum problema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtIlsusipEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/g0SqnsXiEO4/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103182778143515714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtIlsusipEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/g0SqnsXiEO4/s400/IMG_0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MEU puff novo. Só meeeeeeeuuuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtIjKOsipBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_SVnSzN-1B8/s1600-h/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103179986414773266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtIjKOsipBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_SVnSzN-1B8/s400/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas como será que isto funciona?! É aqui dentro que vai o meu uniforme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103180544760521762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtIjqusipCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/WjmFfOmBJDk/s400/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7147055284820885197?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7147055284820885197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7147055284820885197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7147055284820885197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7147055284820885197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/08/alguns-flagrantes-de-agosto.html' title='Alguns flagrantes de agosto.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RtImyesipHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Fhb1fHS83yA/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+IMG_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3898455927323606860</id><published>2007-08-22T08:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:57:15.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>19/08 - Aniversário do Vô Zé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RswgXOsio9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GvN8yogaMJw/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101488061357925330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RswgXOsio9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GvN8yogaMJw/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oi turma! No último fim de semana estive lá em Santos comemorando o aniversário do meu vô Zé. Teve festa com strogonogonogonogonoffffff (o nome é complicado mas o rango é bom!), teve bolo de morango e "parabéns pra você", parecia até festa de criança. Tava cheio de gente legal, incluindo vários leitores e leitoras do meu blog (oi gente!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na manhã do domingo estive no famoso Aquário municipal, onde pude admirar vários peixes, tartarugas, sapos, pingüins e até um lobo marinho que sabia fazer muitos truques para agradar a criançada. O papai me contou que na infância dele também havia um lobo marinho muito divertido que ele adorava, só que naquele tempo o aquário não era tão bonito como agora, todo cheio de inovações técnicas e visuais. Tem até lojinha de peixes de pelúcia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui estão umas fotos do passeio pra vocês terem idéia de como eu me diverti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101490561028891618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rswiousio-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LpeWLwVVjG0/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101491145144443890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RswjKusio_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Zvj2niU4LfY/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101491969778164738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rswj6usipAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BZ5sznsJVVI/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelo aniversário e obrigado pelo passeio, vovô! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Hoje aprendi a falar "batata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3898455927323606860?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3898455927323606860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3898455927323606860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3898455927323606860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3898455927323606860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/08/1908-aniversrio-do-v-z.html' title='19/08 - Aniversário do Vô Zé'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RswgXOsio9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GvN8yogaMJw/s72-c/IMG_0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7072083012042891757</id><published>2007-08-13T08:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:09:46.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papaiiiii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RsA72YvFPEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/a8ejayMYOKU/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098140583722302530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RsA72YvFPEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/a8ejayMYOKU/s400/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi Papaiiii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz dia dos pais pra vc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo! Te amo! Te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos, Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7072083012042891757?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7072083012042891757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7072083012042891757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7072083012042891757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7072083012042891757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/08/papaiiiii.html' title='Papaiiiii!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RsA72YvFPEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/a8ejayMYOKU/s72-c/IMG_0837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3799987068078514882</id><published>2007-08-06T18:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:09:48.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Este é o meu uniforme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrecE4vFPDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/xMlVGHzFSxk/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095713111156276274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrecE4vFPDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/xMlVGHzFSxk/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095710989442432002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RreaJYvFPAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/mGvkeCrj1Us/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095711702407003170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rreay4vFPCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/a--QB69CXYU/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-3799987068078514882?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3799987068078514882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3799987068078514882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3799987068078514882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3799987068078514882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/08/este-o-meu-uniforme.html' title='Este é o meu uniforme.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrecE4vFPDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/xMlVGHzFSxk/s72-c/IMG_0804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-248853960410589893</id><published>2007-07-31T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:09:46.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'>01/08/07 - Um ano e meio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrB26YvFO_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/9I2Z8DoNmX0/s1600-h/danette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093701924000447474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrB26YvFO_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/9I2Z8DoNmX0/s400/danette.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrBy5YvFO9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/p9yJI_LPDbc/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093697508774067154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrBy5YvFO9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/p9yJI_LPDbc/s400/IMG_0790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oi pessoal! A postagem de hoje é pra contar que já estou completando um ano e meio, dá pra acreditar? 18 meses ou 515 dias, cada um deles cheio de aventuras, descobertas, mamicas, fraldas e muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como hoje é também o primeiro dia do segundo semestre, concidiu que eu começo no maternal da minha querida escolinha Girassol. Pois é, passei de ano! Na semana passada eu defendi a minha tese de graduação no berçário, cujo tema foi "A bolostroca como instrumento de terror". A monografia recebeu uma boa nota e com isso eu saí do berçário. Agora é tudo diferente: vou ter uniforme, lancheira e aos poucos vou aprender a usar o peniquinho, beber suco de canudinho e muitas outras coisas legais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrB0h4vFO-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/gED2GAZ7Y4E/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093699304070396898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrB0h4vFO-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/gED2GAZ7Y4E/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bom, é isso que eu tinha pra contar, espero que tenham gostado da novidade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/33231742-248853960410589893?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/248853960410589893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=248853960410589893' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/248853960410589893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/248853960410589893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/07/010707-um-ano-e-meio.html' title='01/08/07 - Um ano e meio!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RrB26YvFO_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/9I2Z8DoNmX0/s72-c/danette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7911713169206792496</id><published>2007-07-11T08:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T08:58:56.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O trem-bala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi pessoal, hoje vou mostrar umas fotos que eu tirei no feriado de segunda-feira. A mamãe teve uma ótima idéia: resolveu me levar para conhecer o metrô. Nunca imaginei que um trem podia andar tão rápido lá debaixo da terra. Loucura, loucura, loucura... Começamos numa estação de superfície, para aproveitar a paisagem desse ensolarado dia de descanso. E não me decepcionei. Fiquei em pé no banco, com as mãos no vidro da janela olhando TUDO. Passeei pelas estações, pelas escadas, plataformas, vagões... Foi um ótimo dia, com direito a uma voltinha na loja de brinquedos do shopping, onde fui agraciado com um kit &lt;em&gt;Lego&lt;/em&gt;. Dá pra ser mais feliz que isso? Fala a verdade, só se o tempo parar, não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085905858473892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpTEbpdqGmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-y52hi1zmIk/s400/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085906713172384386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpTFNZdqGoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/k18UPJAWwmk/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085906378164935282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpTE55dqGnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fLzhnxik5wY/s400/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085907099719441042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpTFj5dqGpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/o6mXSI_E9m4/s400/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7911713169206792496?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7911713169206792496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7911713169206792496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7911713169206792496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7911713169206792496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-trem-bala.html' title='O trem-bala'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpTEbpdqGmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-y52hi1zmIk/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-1748326806158687904</id><published>2007-07-08T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:46:35.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invadindo a praia das tias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpGRjZdqGlI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ujrow1fwQoc/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085005491594730066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpGRjZdqGlI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ujrow1fwQoc/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bom, primeiramente... olá, pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o meu dia foi bastante diferente do que estou acostumado. Ao acordar, me colocaram uma roupinha de passeio e fui pra cadeirinha do carro: até aí, nada de novo. Acho que todos sabem como eu gosto de andar de carro. Aquele balanço, eventualmente marcado por buracos que a prefeitura não dá conta de tapar, a paisagem, as pessoas, os au-aus passando na rua... tudo isso me deixa num estado meditativo e me ponho a conjecturar sobre coisas importantes da minha vida de bebê. Via-de-regra entro num estado de torpor, um transe relaxante e sonífero. Obviamente, tirei a minha pestana, ouvindo a mamãe cantarolar canções numa língua estranha. Capotei feito um ébrio e só fui me dar conta de que saímos da cidade quando já estávamos lá na baixada santista. De início achei que estávamos indo pro passeio mais usual: a casa dos au-aus. Ao perceber o carro parando, indaguei: "Au-au? Au-au?? Au-aaaau???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084996463573473826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpGJV5dqGiI/AAAAAAAAATU/IfGXzlkYAi0/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mal sabia eu que estávamos, na verdade, indo visitar o vovô Zé Edmundo. Lá chegando, todos se acomodaram e puseram-se a ouvir umas músicas do século passado, enquanto eu ia explorando o novo território. Até me disseram que eu já estive lá algumas vezes, mas eu não me lembro, acho que eu era muito novo quando isso aconteceu. Agora já estou mais crescido e até sei andar, então dei umas voltas por conta própria a fim de demarcar meus limites na casa do vovô.&lt;/p&gt;Depois me deram comida. Muita comida, do tipo que eu mais gosto: macarrão! E de sobremesa: sorvela! Oh Deus... comi feito um estivador. Minha pequena pança ficou até saliente. Acho que vou ter que passar uma semana na esteira para queimar as kilocalorias adicionais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentre as muitas coisas que me chamaram a atenção estava o passarinho da vó-tia Juju, um belo periquitinho australiano, que batizei sob original alcunha de "Au-au".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu tive a idéia de irmos passear na rua e como ninguém me compreendia eu falei o idioma universal dos nenês: "Buáááá!!!" Imediatamente traduzido, puseram-se todos a se aprontar para invadirmos a praia das tias Regina, Ana Lúcia e Yolanda (esta última, honrosamente alçada à categoria de "tia-bisavó" - que privilégio o meu, hein?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por lá também explorei todo o terreno. Fui conhecer o Spock, que é um au-au tipo cocker spaniel, com um jeito de ser um tanto abrupto. Rodei várias vezes por uma sala bem grande, cheia de bibelôs que crianças adoram. O papai e a mamãe suando frio de receio... mas, no final, me comportei bem e nada quebrei. Aliás, até ganhei mais sorvete, biscoitinhos de polvilho e leite com chocolate. Isso sim é vida. A mamãe me contou que passou muitas férias nessa casa, quando criança, e que sempre foi legal. No tempo dos avós dela, segundo reza a lenda, durante as férias, as crianças não precisavam escovar os dentes, nem dormir cedo, e podiam comer bobaginhas e tomar picolés todos os dias. Acho que essa aparente lenda deve ter um fundo de verdade, pois experimentei pessoalmente algumas dessas mordomias! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpGO6JdqGjI/AAAAAAAAATc/e1rmrNEJeKA/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085002583901870642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpGO6JdqGjI/AAAAAAAAATc/e1rmrNEJeKA/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na volta para casa, apreciei a bela paisagem da subida da "muralha" e tirei outra sonequinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui chegando, fui encaminhado ao banho, quando por pouco não fui surpreendido por uma indiscreta foto digital. Felizmente tive reflexo suficiente para cobrir minhas partes íntimas antes do "clique" do obturador !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses &lt;em&gt;paparazzi &lt;/em&gt;são mesmo terríveis! Não nos deixam em paz nem mesmo nas horas íntimas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085003919636699714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpGQH5dqGkI/AAAAAAAAATk/xUoVjomBVf8/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E depois desse gostoso e relaxante banho, brinquei um pouco e finalmente capotei de sono (quer dizer, primeiro eu vim digitar esta historieta).&lt;/p&gt;E esse foi o resumo de um dia totalmente fora da rotina! Espero que tenham gostado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-1748326806158687904?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/1748326806158687904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=1748326806158687904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1748326806158687904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/1748326806158687904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/07/um-dia-diferente-ou-invadindo-praia-das.html' title='Invadindo a praia das tias'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RpGRjZdqGlI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ujrow1fwQoc/s72-c/IMG_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2261060053172362943</id><published>2007-07-01T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:10:16.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incrementando o vocabulário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rog9O5dqGeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qrM8l1VcQME/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rog9O5dqGeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qrM8l1VcQME/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082379505640282594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá meus queridos leitores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sem palavras... Outro dia eu li um livro que tinha uma frase sobre o que dizer quando estamos sem ter o que dizer e o conselho do livro era justamente no sentido de sermos honestos e começarmos dizendo que estamos sem ter o que dizer. Na verdade, até tenho muito o que dizer, só que agora eu esqueci. Hehe, brincadeira. A primeira frase tá no livro do U2 e a segunda é uma música dos Ramones (Tenho muito pra falar, só que agora não lembro). Andei falando umas coisas novas nos últimos dias. Ficaram sabendo que eu falei "mamãe" algumas vezes? Pois é. Eu já sabia faz tempo, mas estava escondendo o leite pra me divertir um pouco com a ansiedade da mamãe... É... tem que ter paciência, né? É só quando EU quero. Agora eu falo mamãe e papai. Também falo "papá", que quer dizer papinha. Na hora de ir dormir eu falo "nanar" e dou "táu-táu" pro Kite e pros peixinhos e até pra plantinha do vaso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rog-8JdqGfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/20gQ12Tw-rM/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rog-8JdqGfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/20gQ12Tw-rM/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082381382540990962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho ouvido muitas músicas ultimamente e como eu presto bastante atenção nas letras, também aprendi mais umas palavrinhas. A que eu mais repito é "bongô" que está no começo de um vídeo da Turma do Cocorícó. Bongô, bon-bongô! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, também, eu estava batendo papo numa roda de amigos... estávamos na fila do Posto de Saúde esperando a vacina de pólio, quando resolvi ensinar toda a molecada a falar o que é que a gente tem nas fraldas: "Cocôôôôôôôô !!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RohBD5dqGgI/AAAAAAAAATE/4Hp_Hg1gQW4/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RohBD5dqGgI/AAAAAAAAATE/4Hp_Hg1gQW4/s400/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082383714708232706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por último, devo confessar que é por uma forte influência familiar, eu adoro falar "Au-au". É geralmente a primeira coisa que eu falo quando acordo e chega alguém pra me tirar do berço. Esse é o meu "bom-dia" = Au-Au!! Me entendo muito bem com os bichos, seja com o meu gatinho Kite ou com os cachorros da vovó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RohCG5dqGhI/AAAAAAAAATM/zeHfSGhokJE/s1600-h/13-05-07-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RohCG5dqGhI/AAAAAAAAATM/zeHfSGhokJE/s400/13-05-07-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082384865759468050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todos, mandarei mais notícias em breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-2261060053172362943?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2261060053172362943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=2261060053172362943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2261060053172362943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2261060053172362943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/07/incrementando-o-vocabulrio.html' title='Incrementando o vocabulário'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rog9O5dqGeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qrM8l1VcQME/s72-c/IMG_0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-5043528111273272710</id><published>2007-06-05T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:15:49.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O italianinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;ahref="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RmXsJoBLZuI/AAAAAAAAASc/c1Mcs0rEhZM/s1600-h/Pizza+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RmXsJoBLZuI/AAAAAAAAASc/c1Mcs0rEhZM/s400/Pizza+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072720205408069346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá pessoal, tô aqui no micro só pra contar pra vocês que nesta semana eu descobri a mais maravilhosa iguaria que a humanidade criou, a fabulosa, a inenarrável, a magnífica pizza ! Aqui estão dizendo que eu sou meio italianinho porque falo com as mãos, fico nervoso e sempre que possível corro pra filar um macarrãozinho do prato do papai. Só que a pizza mesmo eu nunca tinha experimentado. No domingo a mamãe pediu uma autêntica margherita e eu ganhei algumas pontinhas, com queijo derretido e aquela massinha tostada, nossa... que maravilha... O Ministério da Saúde já me advertiu que com um ano de idade eu só posso mesmo é beliscar um pouquinho, pra não estragar a refeição saudável.(Saco.) Mas quando eu crescer ninguém segura! Vou ser o terror das pizzarias de São Paulo, e talvez até eu vire um famoso pizzaiolo! Finalmente encontrei a verdadeira utilidade pros dentinhos que nasceram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RmXtGYBLZvI/AAAAAAAAASk/hsxydnIpV5s/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RmXtGYBLZvI/AAAAAAAAASk/hsxydnIpV5s/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072721249085122290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ai ai, tô rindo à toa. A gripe passou, a pizza chegou... Estou em grande forma. Aqui nesta foto estou fazendo a cara de "coisa fedida"... É que estava na hora de trocar a fraldinha e já aprendi que nessa hora todo o ambiente fica meio saturado de odores péssimos... Pois é, tenho sido muito expressivo, com mil carinhas diferentes para todas as situações. Aprendi também a mandar beijinhos, como por exemplo nesta foto abaixo, e assim aproveito para mandar um beijinho pra todo mundo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RmXueYBLZwI/AAAAAAAAASs/jFmDu67U9Vw/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RmXueYBLZwI/AAAAAAAAASs/jFmDu67U9Vw/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072722760913610498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-5043528111273272710?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/5043528111273272710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=5043528111273272710' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5043528111273272710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/5043528111273272710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-italianinho.html' title='O italianinho'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RmXsJoBLZuI/AAAAAAAAASc/c1Mcs0rEhZM/s72-c/Pizza+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8679895556612457246</id><published>2007-05-27T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:29:14.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais esperto do que devia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ahref="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmojLECM9I/AAAAAAAAARs/cetorNe_eHc/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmojLECM9I/AAAAAAAAARs/cetorNe_eHc/s400/IMG_0404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069268177800803282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi pessoal! Tudo bem com todos? Aqui vão algumas coisas recentes: Olha só nessa foto ao lado eu estreando os tênis do espaço que ganhei da tia Vânia lá do Tribunal. Demais, né? Perfeitos para uma caminhada num dia de sol em comunhão com a natureza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmqfbECM-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5u6RL7MAHQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmqfbECM-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5u6RL7MAHQQ/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069270312399549410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ultimamente tenho ouvido dizer que ando muito esperto, possivelmente esperto demais...hehe... não sei o que querem dizer com isso! Ando meio manhoso com essa gripe que não passa, mas uma coisa ninguém pode negar: manhoso ou não, o raio da gripinha não vai embora! Tô sempre de molho e a minha segunda casa é a Beneficência Portuguesa! Possivelmente uma das causas é esse frio siberiano de São Paulo! Nos últimos dias chegou a fazer 7ºC na madrugada! Só com muita blusa e rinossoro mesmo! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmxT7ECNCI/AAAAAAAAASU/sbb-PpIAshM/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmxT7ECNCI/AAAAAAAAASU/sbb-PpIAshM/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069277811412448290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco tempo eu tenho tido até pra atualizar meu diário. Dessa ausência resulta que nem todos os fatos são registrados, entre eles o aniversário da tia Regina e da Tia Luciane - Parabéns pras duas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também ainda não tinha falado parabéns pra minha querida mãezinha pela passagem do dia das mães. Aqui nesta foto eu apareço dando um gostoso abraço nela pelo seu dia! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmvAbECNAI/AAAAAAAAASE/FbQJKmyvgXk/s1600-h/mamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmvAbECNAI/AAAAAAAAASE/FbQJKmyvgXk/s320/mamy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069275277381743618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa recente que não posso deixar de mencionar é que descobri mais um grupo de músicas infantis que é super legal, pra variar é gente da TV Cultura: é a "Turma do Cocoricó". São três galinhas, um cavalo, um porquinho e uns fazendeiros, além de outros bichos, todos muito musicais e engraçados. A maioria das músicas é em ritmo de rock antigo e quase sempre me fazem balançar o esqueleto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rlmwn7ECNBI/AAAAAAAAASM/OndlHTpUFNg/s1600-h/cocorico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rlmwn7ECNBI/AAAAAAAAASM/OndlHTpUFNg/s320/cocorico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069277055498204178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí! Até a próxima postagem, pessoal! Beijinhos pra todo mundo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-8679895556612457246?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8679895556612457246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8679895556612457246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8679895556612457246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8679895556612457246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/05/mais-esperto-do-que-devia.html' title='Mais esperto do que devia!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RlmojLECM9I/AAAAAAAAARs/cetorNe_eHc/s72-c/IMG_0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8451749982530054543</id><published>2007-05-04T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:11:38.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversos vírus e outras aventuras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH5ti6LBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZRsbYMk4UI4/s1600-h/14-15-abr-07_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH5ti6LBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZRsbYMk4UI4/s320/14-15-abr-07_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062602017001375538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá, pessoal? Como vão todos? Estive meio ausente, resolvendo vários probleminhas do dia-a-dia, incluindo um vírus tenebroso no micro. Tive até que formatar o HD... Sabe como é, nós, as crianças do terceiro milênio precisamos dominar todas as tecnologias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH6UC6LB0I/AAAAAAAAARE/ha82EgJAeis/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH6UC6LB0I/AAAAAAAAARE/ha82EgJAeis/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062602678426339138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falando em vírus, eu ando meio gripado... Nada demais, apenas gripe de criança, aquela coisa de nariz escorrendo e uma certa dificuldade pra dormir. A mamãe e o papai estão mais traquejados em lidar com isso e conseguem me aliviar dos sintomas pra que eu durma tranqüilo, mesmo assim consegui aplicar um golpe outro dia. Fiz um show na madrugada e não deixei ninguém dormir. Minha atuação foi tão convincente que me levaram pro pronto-socorro. Lá chegando, já totalmente tranqüilo por conta do passeio, ouvimos a Dra. Descabelada (he he, acordei a médica também) falando que eu realmente tô com gripe, mas que não era pra tanto e eu só queria mesmo ir dar um passeio noturno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH7lC6LB1I/AAAAAAAAARM/eCRsiZEQNcM/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH7lC6LB1I/AAAAAAAAARM/eCRsiZEQNcM/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062604069995743058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O tempo vai passando depressa e eu vou me tornando mais esperto também. Vejam aqui como já estou falando bastante pelo celular. Umas duas ou três vezes por semana o meu anjinho da guarda me telefona e trocamos informações importantíssimas sobre o porvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH8Dy6LB2I/AAAAAAAAARU/5CDnKtHb3B8/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH8Dy6LB2I/AAAAAAAAARU/5CDnKtHb3B8/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062604598276720482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dentre outras aventuras que passei recentemente, estive no show do Palavra Cantada, mas não curti tanto quando o DVD. Ao vivo, fiquei meio chocado com o lugar cheio de gente, a pouca luz e o som alto. Acabei tendo um chilique e tivemos que sair antes do final. Pois é... tô ficando meio levado (levado, s.m. Port., = "mimado"). Problemas de ser filho único... desde muito cedo a gente vai aprendendo a controlar todas as coisas da casa. Porém, chegando em casa, tomei uma geladeira da mamãe e do papai e rapidinho estou aprendendo que é preciso ter modos! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH8nS6LB3I/AAAAAAAAARc/f5i5p5R_DLI/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH8nS6LB3I/AAAAAAAAARc/f5i5p5R_DLI/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062605208162076530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é... é chato mas tenho que confessar que não é sempre que eu sou um docinho de coco! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH9cS6LB4I/AAAAAAAAARk/00E3Ut3RrAk/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH9cS6LB4I/AAAAAAAAARk/00E3Ut3RrAk/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062606118695143298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... falando em show, eu gosto muito de rock, talvez eu tenha minha própria banda no futuro. Vejam só aqui neste vídeo, como eu estou chacoalhando o meu pequeno esqueleto ao som de "Vertigo" do U2. Basta clicar no seguinte link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMnlKBSYwAs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMnlKBSYwAs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube é legal, né? Compartilhamento de vídeos online. Viva o Século XXI !! Vejam aqui um outro vídeo, no qual eu mostro para todas as crianças do mundo (literalmente) como é que se escova os dentes: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njlQn_Prz6w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njlQn_Prz6w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, por hoje é só, pessoal! Em breve postarei outras aventuras, e se puderem deixem seus comentários para que eu possa ler quando for grande, não se esqueçam de que para mim este blog é o valioso diário da minha infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-8451749982530054543?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8451749982530054543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8451749982530054543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8451749982530054543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8451749982530054543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/05/diversos-vrus.html' title='Diversos vírus e outras aventuras'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RkH5ti6LBzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZRsbYMk4UI4/s72-c/14-15-abr-07_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-887675051930686589</id><published>2007-04-12T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:49:32.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova maneira de deixar comentários.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rh9SBBmuu6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pw43l4ZwfWo/s1600-h/_20070412_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052847484497214370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rh9SBBmuu6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pw43l4ZwfWo/s320/_20070412_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olá pessoal, agora ficou mais fácil falar comigo através dos comentários do blog. Não é mais necessário ter nome de usuário e senha para participar do blogger. De hoje em diante basta clicar em "comments" e depois selecionar "Outro". Só peço que preencham um campo de nome ou assinem as mensagens pra que eu saiba quem está escrevendo. Também é possível deixar mensagens anônimas, mas eu não sei o que é isso. "Anônimo"! Quem é o Anônimo? Irmão do Antônio ? É isso aí, vamos ver se agora mais gente se anima a bater um papo comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-887675051930686589?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/887675051930686589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=887675051930686589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/887675051930686589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/887675051930686589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/04/nova-maneira-de-deixar-comentrios.html' title='Nova maneira de deixar comentários.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rh9SBBmuu6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pw43l4ZwfWo/s72-c/_20070412_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4240083109442452654</id><published>2007-04-10T11:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:48:32.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um molar a me amolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RhucuBmuu3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/WvL8dSPlNuw/s1600-h/Abr-07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051803721544940402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RhucuBmuu3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/WvL8dSPlNuw/s320/Abr-07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bom dia pessoal! Os últimos dois dias, para mim, foram meio chatos. Passada a chocolância pascoal (coelho bota ovo?) comecei a sentir uma dor na gengiva, uma coceirinha irritante e até febre. Está nascendo um dente bem maior do que os que eu tinha até hoje, um dente embaixo chamado primeiro-molar, e que muita gente também chama de “panelinha”.  Pois é... minha primeira panelinha tá chegando. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje de manhã, pela primeira vez, um pedacinho dele ficou visível. Fiquei tão contente que até esqueci a dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu vou ficar dentuço como o coelhinho da páscoa que botou ovos de chocolate pra mim no último domingo? &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RhudUhmuu4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/2CSgrkduHaM/s1600-h/Abr-07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051804382969904002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RhudUhmuu4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/2CSgrkduHaM/s320/Abr-07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, coelho bota ovo? Estranha essa conversa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que mais dentes vão nascer ainda ou já acabou o estoque? Será que o dente novo vai ser bom pra mastigar coisas mais duras?  Não sei se vai ser bom passar a vida comendo papinhas e comidinha amassada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai... como dói e como coça esse dente-panelinha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RhugcBmuu5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/BvKPhibAjlc/s1600-h/Abr-07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051807810353806226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RhugcBmuu5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/BvKPhibAjlc/s320/Abr-07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejam só nesta foto como a hora da papinha se complicou... tá incomodando na hora de comer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas afinal, coelho bota ovo??? E de chocolate??? O que o coelho come, sementes de cacau?? Ai meu Deus, são tantas dúvidas me assolando o pensamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&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/33231742-4240083109442452654?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/4240083109442452654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=4240083109442452654' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4240083109442452654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/4240083109442452654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/04/um-molar-me-amolar.html' title='Um molar a me amolar'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RhucuBmuu3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/WvL8dSPlNuw/s72-c/Abr-07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-3927433186512555546</id><published>2007-03-28T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:15:25.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aventura no mundo animal e mais algumas palavrinhas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rgr4YABfrwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CMPF_1odvzk/s1600-h/24_Mar_07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047119423628881666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rgr4YABfrwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CMPF_1odvzk/s320/24_Mar_07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No último fim de semana me levaram, finalmente, ao famoso Jardim Zoológico de São Paulo. Ainda estou meio embasbacado com tudo o que vi. Apesar do calor estilo Sahara, que nos obrigou a abreviar o horário do retorno, tive tempo de ver mais bichos do que em toda a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro recinto visitado foi a casa das girafas. Minha Nossa Senhora do Pescoço! Quê que é aquilo?! Eu nem queria mais sair de lá. Pra mim já teria sido um passeio e tanto se tivesse visto só as girafas mesmo. Cá com meus botões e fraldas eu fico a pensar: quando foi que Deus resolveu fazer a girafa? Deve ter sido logo depois de desistir de uns tantos dinossauros... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047120140888420114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rgr5BwBfrxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NmnY55kPM1M/s400/24_Mar_07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Depois vimos um elefante. Gigantão, elefantástico, mesmo! Qual será o tamanho da mamica desses bichos? Acho que quando eles deitam no berço (reforçado) pra mamar, aí vem um guindaste com um tanque de leite ninho suspenso, ou então, ou então... ou então vem um carro de bombeiros com o tanque cheio de leite ninho e aí eles esguicham a mangueira direto na boca desses bichos enormes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Vejam só que lindo o elefantão)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047120557500247842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rgr5aABfryI/AAAAAAAAAPI/SGU5XCBmG-E/s400/24_Mar_07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Esta é a "elefunda" - preciso comentar? - Que perigo, né?)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047122086508605234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rgr6zABfrzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BUvAYSMrXsE/s400/24_Mar_07+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também vimos vários bichos se refrescando na água, como os ursos e hipopotopotopoptamos. Putz... que nome difícil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047124826697740098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rgr9SgBfr0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/m4huL5QqXBw/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora eu sei que os bichos tem nomes diferentes, mas quando cheguei lá eu chamava todos eles de "au-au". (Espero que o Kite não fique chateado por eu só falar "au-au"... até hoje não falei nenhum "miau").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também vi muitas aves, algumas lindas e coloridas como as araras e outras que esteticamente deixam a desejar, pra não dizer que beiram o ridículo, como por exemplo, o avestruz e o casuar-de-capacete. Na rua das aves chamei as araras. Tava todo mundo falando aí eu me empolguei e também falei. Enchi o peito, ergui os braçinhos e soltei: "Alála!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Fizemos uma paradinha para um lanche)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047129233334185810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgsBTABfr1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/uN3ZXrLyrmc/s400/24_Mar_07+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Demos uma refrescada, o calor tava brabo! Aproveitando que os primos do &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgsB-QBfr2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/WfehBQ3iMpE/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047129976363528034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgsB-QBfr2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/WfehBQ3iMpE/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kite, o leão e o tigre estavam dormindo e não podiam ser vistos, fiz uma troca de roupas, colocando uma camisa mais leve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este que parece um camelo é, na verdade, o dromedário. Sua namorada, a "andrômeda" estava lá pra dentro da toca. Como são fedidos! E definitivamente entram pro grupo dos bichos com severos problemas estéticos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047131440947375986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgsDTgBfr3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/A2-lhbQm-28/s400/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso aí, foi um lindo passeio! Obrigado papai e mamãe por me levar lá. Agora é o seguinte: Pessoal de Santos!! Atenção!!! Tô precisando visitar o mega-aquário que vocês tem aí... Já me contaram que na casa da tia Regina sempre tem um sorvetinho... Tiiiiiiaaaa... Ó.... não tô me convidando não, mas será que não podíamos ir ver o aquário um dia desses e na volta a gente se refresca com um (quilo de) sorvetinho? Posso convidar a mamãe e o papai também? Posso levar as girafas e o elefante também?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&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/33231742-3927433186512555546?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/3927433186512555546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=3927433186512555546' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3927433186512555546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/3927433186512555546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/03/aventura-no-mundo-animal-e-mais-algumas.html' title='Aventura no mundo animal e mais algumas palavrinhas.'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rgr4YABfrwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CMPF_1odvzk/s72-c/24_Mar_07+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7649998931955010606</id><published>2007-03-23T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:02:55.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O cabeludão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRwwYUREII/AAAAAAAAAOg/-QdQarzGzZc/s1600-h/21_Mar_07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045281459025285250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRwwYUREII/AAAAAAAAAOg/-QdQarzGzZc/s320/21_Mar_07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; Olá pessoal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou falar a respeito do que vai na minha cabeça. Por cima da cabeça, melhor dizendo. Eis que, de repente, não mais que de repente, não sou mais careca. Era uma preocupação minha, aliás... Toda vez que eu via minhas fotos e via aquela verdadeira bola de futebol de salão, depois olhava pro papai, lembrando da tal de genética,  me batia uma angústia... Será que eu ia passar a vida careca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam aqui nesta foto se não era mesmo um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRvGYUREGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/e4V5Y-p4zA4/s1600-h/03_06_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045279637959151714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRvGYUREGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/e4V5Y-p4zA4/s320/03_06_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;caso para preocupação... eu era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRueIUREFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fsumeA4nt3A/s1600-h/03_06_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;careca como o Caillou ! Pra quem não sabe o Caillou é um menino com acentuado déficit capilar, parecido com o Pinduca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Caillou e seu gato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRvuoUREHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/d3X32YQmeaM/s1600-h/sub-square-caillou.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045280329448886386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRvuoUREHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/d3X32YQmeaM/s200/sub-square-caillou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mas num belo dia, comecei a sair cabeludo nas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O menino que mora no fundo do elevador (aquele que se parece muito comigo) também está mais cabeludo atualmente. É incrível como ele sempre me copia... E toda vez que eu entro no elevador, lá está ele! Tá louco, viu... Falta de personalidade é dose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sou mais anjinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fundamentando-se no argumento de que a jovem-guarda já era: antes que eu ficasse parecendo o neto do Erasmo, a mamãe removeu meus cachinhos com uma tesoura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejam só o que sobrou dos meus cachinhos, tudo voando janela afora&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045282287953973394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRxgoUREJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MjwSgM4rcWE/s320/23_Mar_07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Acontece, porém, que sem os cachinhos doirados, já não tenho mais cara de anjinho e todas as minhas artimanhas soam menos inocentes agora... Pelo andar da carruagem vou ter que me adaptar às críticas comportamentais... Minha maior desculpa quando uma “arte” era descoberta, os cachinhos de anjo, foram pela janela! Por isso, tenho que melhorar minhas habilidades comunicativas, usando mais o olhar para incrementar a expressão de inocência... Quando eu me concentro, sei fazer uma incrível cara de injustiçado capaz de partir até mesmo um coração de aço-inox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045283146947432610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRySoUREKI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WeUmVEWrj6w/s400/23_Mar_07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E aqui está o meu novo visual: sem cachinhos! Acho que fiquei mais “sério”, se é que um cotoco de gente com 78cm de altura pode ser sério de algum modo. Mas, até que ainda sobrou uma bela franja, né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7649998931955010606?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7649998931955010606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7649998931955010606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7649998931955010606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7649998931955010606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-cabeludo.html' title='O cabeludão'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RgRwwYUREII/AAAAAAAAAOg/-QdQarzGzZc/s72-c/21_Mar_07+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-548760641347831838</id><published>2007-03-17T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:49:25.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitinho - "O Mestre do arremesso"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfyCPtL6OxI/AAAAAAAAANo/xFNF8t4D5jU/s1600-h/13-17_Mar_07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043048889087310610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfyCPtL6OxI/AAAAAAAAANo/xFNF8t4D5jU/s320/13-17_Mar_07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje acordei com uma enorme vontade de jogar uma partidinha de basquete. Lá pras 7:00 da manhã eu me vi no berço, cercado de brinquedos e bichos de pelúcia. Chamei pelos meus pais que nada ouviram. Aí eu resolvi praticar uns arremessos livres e fui jogando minhas coisas, meus brinquedos e até meus amigos Caquinhos, tudo pra fora do berço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043049151080315682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfyCe9L6OyI/AAAAAAAAANw/GO7E9SWpxDY/s400/13-17_Mar_07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043050675793705778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfyD3tL6OzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JXwUcQQ_soc/s400/13-17_Mar_07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a mamãe acordou e veio me ver, ainda chegou a tempo de testemunhar uma cesta de três pontos que eu fiz com o meu travesseirinho. Que tal isso? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que um dia essa minha aptidão vai ser aplicada nos esportes? Vou pras olimpíadas? O tempo dirá... por enquanto vou ficar praticando no meu quarto mesmo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudando de assunto, neste dia 19/03 é aniversário da minha vovó Norinha. Olha aqui uma fotinho dela com a minha mãe no colo. Hehe... me divirto com essas fotos do século XX! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rf54S9L6O0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/c1etEHBaJGQ/s1600-h/P11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043600899759029058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rf54S9L6O0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/c1etEHBaJGQ/s320/P11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;/div&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/33231742-548760641347831838?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/548760641347831838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=548760641347831838' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/548760641347831838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/548760641347831838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/03/vitinho-o-mestre-do-arremesso.html' title='Vitinho - &quot;O Mestre do arremesso&quot;'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfyCPtL6OxI/AAAAAAAAANo/xFNF8t4D5jU/s72-c/13-17_Mar_07+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6049538250889698264</id><published>2007-03-12T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:28:37.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>13-03 - Aniversário da mamãe! Opa... e da vovó também!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXS_tL6OuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/U3Rz4fJmF3E/s1600-h/p3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041167349814278882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXS_tL6OuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/U3Rz4fJmF3E/s400/p3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXR3tL6OsI/AAAAAAAAANA/xHP3_E5SbzU/s1600-h/ProMatre01-02_02_06+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041166112863697602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXR3tL6OsI/AAAAAAAAANA/xHP3_E5SbzU/s200/ProMatre01-02_02_06+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pessoal, hoje é aniversário da minha mãezinha. Olha só como ela era quando tinha o meu tamanho! Lindinha, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para comemorar essa data especial, estou colocando umas fotos da gente juntinhos, homenageando aquela pessoa que é a mais importante na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXQhtL6OqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/59AqgLdthXk/s1600-h/000006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041164635394947746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXQhtL6OqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/59AqgLdthXk/s200/000006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXSf9L6OtI/AAAAAAAAANI/89-gXGHvTMU/s1600-h/XspaÃ§o_81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041166804353432274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXSf9L6OtI/AAAAAAAAANI/89-gXGHvTMU/s200/Xspa%C3%A7o_81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041165279640042162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXRHNL6OrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/RJHV-wWP4ZA/s320/24-25_12_06+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só que hoje é também aniversário da minha vovó Sandra. Então... beijinhos pra vovó também! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha aqui nesta foto como ela era quando o papai era pequeno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041350349780826882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfZ5btL6OwI/AAAAAAAAANg/nnBE94Iz_Pw/s200/UNTITL3+Voltando+do+batizado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns mamãezinha querida! Parabéns vovó!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-6049538250889698264?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6049538250889698264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6049538250889698264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6049538250889698264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6049538250889698264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/03/13-03-aniversrio-da-mame-opa-e-da-vov.html' title='13-03 - Aniversário da mamãe! Opa... e da vovó também!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfXS_tL6OuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/U3Rz4fJmF3E/s72-c/p3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-7285021580966652124</id><published>2007-03-11T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:42:47.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias televisivas</title><content type='html'>Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSdr9L6OpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_CYVU-4dVHw/s1600-h/10-11_Mar_07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040827261418879634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSdr9L6OpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_CYVU-4dVHw/s200/10-11_Mar_07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andei conversando com pessoas grandes e elas me contaram que não se lembram nadica de nada do tempo em que tinham a idade que hoje eu tenho. Então resolvi escrever aqui no meu diário algumas coisas a fim de que eu mesmo possa saber como era a minha vida nos primeiros anos, já que provavelmente eu vou esquecer de tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje vou falar a respeito dos desenhos infantis que são os melhores da TV. Além das músicas do Palavra Cantada e dos rocks clássicos que o papai e a mamãe escutam aqui em casa, outra coisa que tem me divertido são os canais de desenhos. Os que eu mais assisto são o Nickelodeon e o Discovery Kids. O mais legal do Nickelodeon é o Bob Esponja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Bob Esponja é um carinha muito bacana que mora no fundo do mar, aliás ele é uma esponja marinha e usa calças "quadradas". Seu inseparável amigo Patrick é uma estrela vermelha, igualzinho à minha estrelinha Galáxia. Esse desenho é um dos mais bem sucedidos dos últimos anos e já virou até filme de cinema. Ele tem um jeitão meio psicodélico, surrealista e neurastênico... Algo como Tom e Jerry misturado com Pica-pau, no fundo do mar. Hilariante ! (O papai é fã).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040803213896989234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSH0NL6OjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qPuHG7W2nQM/s320/Spongebob-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mas os desenhos que mais prendem a minha atenção de bebê estão no canal Discovery Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O mais legal de todos é o sensacional "Charlie e Lola", produzido pela BBC lá na Inglaterra, com a consultoria de psicólogos que realmente entendem a mente das crianças. A Lola é uma menina de 5 anos cheia de perguntas e de tiradas sensacionais. A Lola é pequena é muito engraçada. Ela é a protegida de seu querido irmão Charlie, que é um pouco mais velho. Um segredinho que eu vou contar é o seguinte: A mamãe também adora esse desenho e assiste junto comigo! Ela até se identifica com a Lola, por causa do jeitinho todo especial de ser... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040805571834034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSJ9dL6OkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ShS35RSg91o/s400/dinosaurs640.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040806057165339218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSKZtL6OlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fmV1Zyo8Kv4/s400/rollercoaster1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O desenho mais musical da atualidade (e um dos que mais prende a minha atenção) é a turminha dos "Backyardigans". Eles são cinco crianças que aparecem na forma de animais (pingüim, hipopótamo, alce e dois difíceis de definir que parecem dinossaurinhos) e que se reunem no gramado do fundo de suas casas para viver aventuras imaginárias como esquiar nas montanhas, navegar com os piratas ou escalar vulcões havaianos. A dublagem das músicas é muito caprichada e eu até danço sentado quando escuto os Backyardigans cantando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040807495979383394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSLtdL6OmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mKFIUkpam5s/s400/backyardigans.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De todos os desenhos, o que mais se parece comigo é o Pocoyo (pronuncia-se Pocoiô). É uma animação por computador que simula a antiga técnica de stop-motion com massa de modelar. No tempo do papai e da mamãe passava um seriado de stop-motion chamado "Miu &amp; Mau". Foram os primórdios... O Pocoyo é muito mais bem elaborado. Ele é um menino bem pequeno, muito curioso e de poucas palavras, que tem por amigos um pato amarelo e uma elefanta rosa. Juntos os três descobrem as coisas que intrigam a mente das crianças como as plantas, os bichos e tudo o mais que existe no ambiente. O papai até me chama de Pocoyo quando eu faço minha carinha de dúvida ou curiosidade. Todas as crianças são um pouco como ele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040826028763265650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSckNL6OnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qVU2QcXX-Tg/s400/pocoyo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040826380950583938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSc4tL6OoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qTnD8aY1lsc/s400/poc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses acima são os mais legais. Para fim de registro, também vale a pena mencionar "Bob, o construtor", "Clifford, o gigante cão vermelho", "Caillou" e "Harry e o balde de dinossauros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Em termos de televisão, esses são os meus programas favoritos, além de roer o controle remoto, é claro... Mas não vão se preocupar que eu não fico muitas horas em frente aos raios nocivos da TV, afinal sou muito pequeno para isso. Passo a maior parte dos dias úteis na escolinha, em atividades lúdicas. Só mesmo no fim de semana é que eu vejo um pouco as coisas da telinha, afinal ninguém é de ferro, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Estou andando que é uma beleza, em breve colocarei aqui um filminho pra provar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-7285021580966652124?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/7285021580966652124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=7285021580966652124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7285021580966652124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/7285021580966652124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/03/memrias-televisivas.html' title='Memórias televisivas'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RfSdr9L6OpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_CYVU-4dVHw/s72-c/10-11_Mar_07+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-401995833154445893</id><published>2007-03-05T19:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:10:06.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos do último final de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(Eu correndo contra o relógio, na sexta-feira)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038571469409790514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReyaDlGWqjI/AAAAAAAAALA/OhlwlpaFX88/s400/1-2-3_Mar_07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E um novo recorde se registrou no percurso quarto-sala)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038572178079394370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Reyas1GWqkI/AAAAAAAAALI/3rX9GpRO_hk/s400/1-2-3_Mar_07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(No sábado fiquei relaxando em frente à TV, com meus óculos de superstar)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038572933993638482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReybY1GWqlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/plr_w8XaQH8/s400/27_Fev_07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(No domingo fomos visitar a vovó e a cachorrada. Aqui estamos eu, a mamãe e a Shakira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReyeLVGWqpI/AAAAAAAAALw/-AdRO1eGz4o/s1600-h/04_Mar_07+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038576000600287890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReyeLVGWqpI/AAAAAAAAALw/-AdRO1eGz4o/s400/04_Mar_07+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Eu observando os 7 filhotinhos da Lorenza)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReydTVGWqoI/AAAAAAAAALo/ocagXQN9uIw/s1600-h/04_Mar_07+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038575038527613570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReydTVGWqoI/AAAAAAAAALo/ocagXQN9uIw/s400/04_Mar_07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Eu levando uma lambida da pequena Malu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReycqlGWqnI/AAAAAAAAALg/u4K4Dq6PXHc/s1600-h/04_Mar_07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038574338447944306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReycqlGWqnI/AAAAAAAAALg/u4K4Dq6PXHc/s400/04_Mar_07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Eu abraçando um filhotinho de Maltês, cujo nome me escapa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Reyb91GWqmI/AAAAAAAAALY/SJ3t6QTMlgw/s1600-h/04_Mar_07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038573569648798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Reyb91GWqmI/AAAAAAAAALY/SJ3t6QTMlgw/s400/04_Mar_07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/33231742-401995833154445893?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/401995833154445893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=401995833154445893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/401995833154445893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/401995833154445893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/03/fotos-do-ltimo-final-de-semana.html' title='Fotos do último final de semana'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReyaDlGWqjI/AAAAAAAAALA/OhlwlpaFX88/s72-c/1-2-3_Mar_07+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6298967382824224392</id><published>2007-03-01T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:36:11.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha primeira palavra!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RedwU_zGW9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RMpjbmvDX74/s1600-h/pappy_vic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037118214262643666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RedwU_zGW9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RMpjbmvDX74/s320/pappy_vic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oiê!&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não sabem o que aconteceu por aqui hoje.......&lt;br /&gt;Falei a minha primeira palavra. Foi sim!&lt;br /&gt;No dia 01 de março de 2007, pedindo colo para o papai eu falei nitidademente &lt;strong&gt;PAPAI !!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fala sério, não sou o máximo?!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, hoje segue uma foto bem legal minha e do meu pai. Juntinhos!&lt;br /&gt;Agora falta aprender as outras palavrinhas, do tipo: pêra, maçã, banana, vovó, vovô, mamãe, me dá, eu quero etc..... Até chegar em outras mais complexas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Tô super feliz !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;beijos a todos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Hehehehehehe. &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/33231742-6298967382824224392?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6298967382824224392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6298967382824224392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6298967382824224392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6298967382824224392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/03/minha-primeira-palavra.html' title='Minha primeira palavra!!!!!'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RedwU_zGW9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RMpjbmvDX74/s72-c/pappy_vic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-33710121593909353</id><published>2007-02-26T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:11:47.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carambolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNZ-fzGW3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/OVkGQNwHw6k/s1600-h/25-26_Fev_07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035967738552933234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNZ-fzGW3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/OVkGQNwHw6k/s320/25-26_Fev_07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superado mais esse probleminha de dor-de-ouvido(s), já estou em boa forma novamente. Estive na minha pediatra oficial, que garantiu que estou bem nutrido, corado e sem maiores complicações. Até mesmo aquela possível conversão ao judaísmo está sendo colocada em xeque... Pelo que escutei no consultório, parece que houve melhoras na topografia dos Países Baixos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No último sábado, acordei muito bem disposto e aproveitei pra ir comprar umas frutas frescas e flores pra mamãe. Eu já tinha ido à feira livre outras vezes, mas sempre fico impressionado com a beleza das frutas e legumes do Brasil e também com a incrível gritaria dos brasileiros que vendem essas coisas na feira. Êta povo debochado! Parece uma espécie de "algazarra sob controle", uma baderna em que todos se entendem. Seja como for, é sempre um passeio divertido, colorido e até saboroso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNba_zGW4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/k4YzeVrnX2Y/s1600-h/25-26_Fev_07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035969327690832770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNba_zGW4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/k4YzeVrnX2Y/s320/25-26_Fev_07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035971801591995282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNdq_zGW5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mpKK3dmK8xs/s400/24_Fev_07+008.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saboroso porque andei experimentando umas frutas novas. Carambola é bem gostosa quando está docinha e o mais legal é que, fatiada, ela vira uma verdadeira constelação, de tantas estrelinhas que forma. Também comi figos picados, que achei "mais ou menos". Mas a fruta que eu mais gostei, dentre as últimas que andei provando é a ameixa chilena. Levo até na escolinha pra comer de sobremesa... é um mel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que tem me animado muito é o grupo Palavra Cantada. Eles são especialistas em músicas para crianças, desde bebês até molequinhos(as) de uns 11 anos. Nada a ver com a tal de Xuxa que eu vi outro dia (e que aqui em casa chamam de "beócia-mór da TV"). Esses caras têm talento! Sabem tocar, cantar e compor belas canções que me deixam simplesmente hipnotizado. Atualmente, quando colocam pra tocar o DVD de clipes do Palavra Cantada eu páro o que estiver fazendo e olho para a TV, eventualmente até danço sentado, proporcionando momentos de deleite para os meus pais corujentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nesta foto: Sandra Peres e Paulo Tatit, a brilhante dupla central do grupo Palavra Cantada) &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNgevzGW7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GqVtw9jcCLk/s1600-h/palavra_cantada_foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035974889673481138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNgevzGW7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GqVtw9jcCLk/s320/palavra_cantada_foto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035972944053296034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNetfzGW6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/cVAOIB0_rJI/s320/25-26_Fev_07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser saber mais sobre os meus artistas favoritos, o site deles é: &lt;a href="http://www.palavracantada.com.br"&gt;www.palavracantada.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a próxima postagem, beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-33710121593909353?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/33710121593909353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=33710121593909353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/33710121593909353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/33710121593909353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/02/carambolas.html' title='Carambolas'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/ReNZ-fzGW3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/OVkGQNwHw6k/s72-c/25-26_Fev_07+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-6365578322983301717</id><published>2007-02-21T22:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:15:16.325-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reação alérgica ao carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd4FEGQpkwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H0794vbq9Rg/s1600-h/Fev-07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034467001404855042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd4FEGQpkwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H0794vbq9Rg/s400/Fev-07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lasquei no carnaval. Na sexta-feira começou a epidemia de globesteira, sambas-enredo, axé-music (seja lá o que for isso), calypso, colapso, sei lá...forró no buteco reverberando na janela do meu quarto... toda essa massaroca sonora foi inflamando meus pobres ouvidos de nenê e acabei pegando otite, que é a inflamação do ouvido interno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu fiquei aperreado, como dizem lá na parte de cima do mapa... Comecei a ter febre, dor de ouvido(s), falta de apetite e dei uma canseira no papai e na mamãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram 4 dias dos infernos... justamente os 4 dias do carnaval. Só pode ser reação alérgica! Coisa incrível a genética, né? Nasci em casa de rockeiros e pra mim pouco importa se o beija-flor da imperatriz pousou na mangueira do padre Miguel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034467834628510482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd4F0mQpkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kla-d196VqY/s400/Fev_07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sábado eu tive um febrão acima de 38ºC que não passava. Fui parar no pronto-socorro. Me atendeu uma pediatra que falava com sotaque carioca, achei isso muito pouco conveniente no caso de eu ser mesmo alérgico a samba. No final eu estava certo, pois ela acabou me receitando um remédio que não fazia efeito... A dor não passou. No domingo, febrão de novo, pronto-socorro de novo. No domingo a trama se complicou de vez. Voltei pro pronto-socorro, dessa vez com febre acima de 39ºC, falta de ânimo, de apetite, dor, cansaço... Me atendeu uma pediatra que fala com voz de criançinha. Fato meio perturbador, considerando que ela era já uma pessoa crescida. Foi aí que a coisa enroscou de uma vez. Desconfiada de algo mais grave ocasionando o febrão, ela me encaminhou pro exame de sangue. Fui mais espetado do que faquir em cama de pregos. Imaginem 3 enfermeiras e mais o papai e a mamãe me segurando enquanto espetavam meus braçinhos pra tirar sangue. E não achavam meus vasos sangüíneos... a agulha ia de lá pra cá, de cá pra lá, e nada de sair sangue... putz... foi me dando uma irritação tamanha que não posso mais nem ver agulha - tolerância zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí fui pra uns berçinhos de aço esperar o resultado do exame, quando, de repente, não mais que de repente, apareceu voando no céu o Super Tio Fabo, com sua capa-jaleco branca como a neve e seu estetoscoscoscotocópio a tiracolo, prestes a reprimir os filos mais vorazes de streptococos e desmantelar as organizações clandestinas de microorganismos do meu sistema, restabelecendo a paz e a temperatura no microcosmo do meu pequeno ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final dessa tenebrosa aventura carnavalesca, recebemos os exames pedidos, todos com resultado normal. Graças ao novo antibiótico que a Dra. Criançinha receitou e à ajuda do Super Tio Fabo, das enfermeiras (que apesar de não conseguirem achar vasos nem mesmo numa floricultura, mas que me deram muito mimo) e aos cuidados do papai e da mamãe, minha febre baixou para níveis aceitáveis e pude voltar para o aconchego do lar, ainda nas últimas horas do feriado. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034856211341218642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd9nDGQpk1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/VCt30kY8uYM/s400/17-Fev-07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Já na quarta-feira de cinzas eu me sentia melhor, mas fiquei em casa, e agora, na quinta, passado o feriado, estou de volta à minha adorada Escolinha Girassol. Ou seja, se pra alguns o carnaval é alegria, pra mim é "alergia". Meus ouvidos ainda se ressentem e vou continuar tomando remédios por mais uma semana. Entretanto, passado o pico de histeria coletiva da nação brasileira, já estou praticamente de volta ao ritmo normal, com mais apetite e ânimo. E como tudo tem um lado positivo, devo confessar que adorei os banhos... É que tomar banho é um dos métodos de se baixar a febre e, como vocês já sabem, eu adoro banhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034469303507325730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd4HKGQpkyI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aoLW1JyVTfA/s400/Fev_07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E antes que eu termine, deixo uma homenagem de criança para os papais do pequeno João Hélio, aquele anjinho que foi machucado e devolvido pro céu, lá no Rio de Janeiro. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd4JFmQpkzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WGMfZOt2NjQ/s1600-h/jh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034471425221169970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd4JFmQpkzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/WGMfZOt2NjQ/s320/jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Escutei falar que nas ruas onde ele sofreu o impensável há apenas duas semanas, teve até blocos de carnaval festejando neste último feriado. Como brasileirinho e como bebê, só posso ficar indignado com tamanha falta de consideração. Quando eu crescer vou fazer o possível, junto com outros bebês da minha geração, para tornar este país um lugar mais decente para se viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! Valeu, Tio Fabo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-6365578322983301717?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/6365578322983301717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=6365578322983301717' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6365578322983301717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/6365578322983301717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/02/reao-alrgica-ao-carnaval.html' title='Reação alérgica ao carnaval'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rd4FEGQpkwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H0794vbq9Rg/s72-c/Fev-07+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-8856387707408122672</id><published>2007-02-15T19:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:46:33.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e os bichos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTMhmQpklI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d9O1GrsXuVY/s1600-h/13-14-Jan-07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031871561257816658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTMhmQpklI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d9O1GrsXuVY/s400/13-14-Jan-07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá Tchurma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que um dia eu vou ser veterinário? Pode ser, né? Afinal tenho tido um ótimo relacionamento com os bichos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou mostrar pra vocês algumas fotos minhas em total harmonia com a vida selvagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No último domingo fui passear no Pet Center, aqui em São Paulo e conheci alguns animais exóticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTMO2QpkkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LDXqzJYTXqQ/s1600-h/11-Jan-07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031871239135269442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTMO2QpkkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LDXqzJYTXqQ/s320/11-Jan-07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqui eu estou conhecendo o Pepe, um lindo Golden Retrivier que estava na cantina do Pet Center tomando sorvete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que eu nasci, sempre tive muito contato com os cachorros e nunca tive nenhum receio deles. Sempre que tenho a chance, posso comprovar que o cão é o melhor amigo do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos eu e a mamãe fazendo cafuné numa linda arara. São várias aves exóticas no Pet Center, além da arara eu conheci o tucano, a cacatua, o pica-pau e vários tipos de passarinhos coloridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031874009389175394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTOwGQpkmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Bicq56kparQ/s400/11-Jan-07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem medo da jibóia? Bom, pelo menos da jibóia do Pet Center eu não tenho, afinal lá está sempre de barriguinha cheia... Além da jibóia e dos lagartos, há outros répteis exóticos como o jabuti, iguanas e o tigre brasileiro, que é um mini-cágado super colorido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031876552009814658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTREGQpkoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3DcmtiPcttA/s400/11-Jan-07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos coçando um casal de lagartos-teiú. Eles não são bonitos, mas são bastante simpáticos. Ou couro é áspero e grosso, interessante... Acho que eles mal percebem que estamos mexendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031875516922696306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTQH2QpknI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oK7rgmS7JrY/s400/11-Jan-07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mamãe também quis interagir com a jibóia. Apesar da má-fama e da aparência assustadora, trata-se de um bicho muito tranqüilo, ótimo para fazer companhia e espantar as visitas indesejadas, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031878570644443794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTS5mQpkpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EolUHAVMKJ8/s400/11-Jan-07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTgqWQpkvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OCroShaikRI/s1600-h/13-14-Jan-07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031893701814227698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" height="356" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTgqWQpkvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OCroShaikRI/s400/13-14-Jan-07+006.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este aqui foi o presente que o papai e a mamãe me deram pela passagem do meu primeiro aninho. É um pequeno aquário marinho. Ele contem rochas marinhas, coral, uma estrela vermelha chamada Galáxia, um peixe-palhaço chamado Adônis, 6 paguros (caranguejinhos eremitas) ainda sem nome e dois caramujos tipo &lt;em&gt;"turbo snail". &lt;/em&gt;Além dos seres vivos tem 3 imitações de anêmonas e um barquinho afundado. O papai disse que esses enfeites artificiais são "o cúmulo do jeca", mas eu adorei, afinal eu sou criança e quanto mais traquitanas coloridas, mais eu gosto. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;É o meu primeiro aquário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTZKWQpksI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rKpR34QKpi0/s1600-h/13-14-Jan-07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031885455477019330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTZKWQpksI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rKpR34QKpi0/s400/13-14-Jan-07+011.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as manhãs eu passo um tempo brincando com o meu gatinho Kite. Ele também é um ótimo companheiro. É um bicho muito brincalhão e meio arteiro. Juntos formamos uma duplinha dinâmica - Morceguinho Vermelho &amp; Kite, seu Bat-Gato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui eu estou olhando os peixes africanos do papai. Olhar os aquários é sempre uma atividade bastante relaxante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031887736104653522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTbPGQpktI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nrwsHL39Zfs/s400/13_01_07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTdP2QpkuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dwMJTq2-fxs/s1600-h/Kite+Jan+07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031889948012810978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="254" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTdP2QpkuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dwMJTq2-fxs/s400/Kite+Jan+07+017.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Kite também gosta muito de passar um tempo admirando&lt;br /&gt;os peixinhos do aquário. Dá a impressão de que ele está escolhendo algo num cardápio, mas seja como for, parece que isso o acalma tanto quanto a mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, esse foi o resumo dos meus últimos e principais contatos com os animais. Espero que tenham gostado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os animais são nossos irmãozinhos na Terra e estão para nós assim como nós estamos para aqueles que chamamos de anjos protetores" (Chico Xavier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-8856387707408122672?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/8856387707408122672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=8856387707408122672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8856387707408122672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/8856387707408122672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu-e-os-bichos.html' title='Eu e os bichos'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RdTMhmQpklI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d9O1GrsXuVY/s72-c/13-14-Jan-07+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-2192187174595731759</id><published>2007-02-11T11:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:12:11.215-02:00</updated><title type='text'>10-02-07 - Primeiros passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rc8bCGQpkiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/06xfPYNSKRI/s1600-h/Jan-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030269031650267682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rc8bCGQpkiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/06xfPYNSKRI/s320/Jan-07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom dia pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A novidade da semana é que eu andei sozinho pela primeira vez! Foram só três passinhos, que eu repeti minutos depois. O local do ocorrido foi na clínica veterinária do Dr. Bernardo. Estávamos levando o Kite pra tomar vacina e enquanto escutávamos as informações sobre os cuidados com o gatinho, fiquei bem à vontade e larguei os apoios pra ficar em pé só na base do equilíbrio. Como eu estava bem relaxado, resolvi arriscar um pouquinho e tadááááááá!!! Andei! Agora é só uma questão de prática até dominar a técnica... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infelizmente não temos fotos do momento, pois ninguém costuma levar câmera no veterinário... mas para fins de recordação de um marco tão importante, temos algumas fotos do pesseio que fizemos no shopping, logo em seguida, com direito a sorvete de creminho e visita às lojas de brinquedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030267219174068754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rc8ZYmQpkhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/siAs7kNCncE/s400/Jan-07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030270169816601138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rc8cEWQpkjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LvroVGWqhlc/s400/Jan-07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todo mundo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33231742-2192187174595731759?l=diariodovictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/feeds/2192187174595731759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33231742&amp;postID=2192187174595731759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2192187174595731759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33231742/posts/default/2192187174595731759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodovictor.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-02-07-primeiros-passos.html' title='10-02-07 - Primeiros passos'/><author><name>- Weber -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/Rc8bCGQpkiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/06xfPYNSKRI/s72-c/Jan-07+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33231742.post-4383504251076813050</id><published>2007-02-06T20:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:46:58.788-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As fotos da minha festinha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá pessoal! Gostaria de agradecer a todos que vieram na minha festinha de um ano, especialmente os meus avós, pois mesmo todos eles sendo muito ocupados e/ou morando longe, tive o enorme prazer de ser visitado por todos eles ao mesmo tempo. Também foi legal ter a presença dos amigos e da molecada aqui do prédio. Aqui estão as fotos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Reparem no salão todo decorado, antes da festa. O tema dos enfeites foi o filme "Carros" da Disney/Pixar - Grande idéia, mamãe!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028553871052524770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RckDGnIATOI/AAAAAAAAACA/gRUcM2M8Gyc/s400/000002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Dando uma volta de carrinho no meio dos tios, aliás essas duas tias parecidas me confundem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclLmHIATeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/p5fD2opBiv4/s1600-h/000030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028633577055604194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclLmHIATeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/p5fD2opBiv4/s400/000030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (Vovô me me jogando lá pra cima)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclLA3IATdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gcLa9gdvIPE/s1600-h/000021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028632937105477074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclLA3IATdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gcLa9gdvIPE/s400/000021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Nada melhor do que um colinho de mãe pra abrir os presentes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclKoXIATcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gHnxKFX7I8U/s1600-h/000022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028632516198682050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclKoXIATcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gHnxKFX7I8U/s400/000022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Eu no colo do papai, com o inseparável travesseirinho amigo, e minhas vovós se confraternizando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclJN3IATbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Le4JyNWoBAc/s1600-h/03-02-07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028630961420520882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclJN3IATbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Le4JyNWoBAc/s400/03-02-07+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Olha o tio Fugo aí, com a vovó. Engraçado que ele chama a vovó de "mamãe"... só que a mamãe é outra pessoa! Essa aí da foto é vovó mesmo. Já tentei explicar isso pro tio Fugo, mas como eu ainda não sei falar, nossa comunicação ficou meio prejudicada e ele não entendeu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclI4HIATaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WWD2_HUal_8/s1600-h/03-02-07+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028630587758366114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclI4HIATaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WWD2_HUal_8/s400/03-02-07+404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Meus avós de Santos. É... eu tenho algumas vovós adicionais na manga. Sorte minha, né?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclHeHIATZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KEZf5CAGvM0/s1600-h/03-02-07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028629041570139538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclHeHIATZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KEZf5CAGvM0/s400/03-02-07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Olha aí o meu primeiro Guaraná. Gostei! Reparem na minha boca toda melecada de bolo. Foi um ano inteiro de espera, mas valeu a pena! Combinação supimpa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclG6HIATYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wwJlJ00SUyE/s1600-h/03-02-07+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028628423094848898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclG6HIATYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wwJlJ00SUyE/s400/03-02-07+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Paradinha pra um lanche saudável - nós bebês não podemos viver de bolo e docinhos... Reparem como estou sendo paparicado. É bom ser o aniversariante!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclGAHIATWI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ys4vmMEpLmU/s1600-h/03-02-07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028627426662436194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RclGAHIATWI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ys4vmMEpLmU/s400/03-02-07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(A criançada se divertiu! Tinha músicas e filmes da Disney, além dos comes e bebes, claro.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXCeTYiqQq0/RckCgHIATNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YJyra9GOIIA/s1600-h/03-02-07+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028553209627561170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt=
