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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Felipe está com febre desde domingo, ele diz doer a garganta, hoje vamos ao médico. Eu acordei mal hoje também, eu sempre pego as doenças dele! Jezuiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje cedinho ele estava aprontando e eu cansada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Felipe, chega, vou ligar pra tia Ju, e falar que hoje você vai pra escola!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ele concorda, mas dai diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Mamãe, não quio escola, tô dodói, ó (colocando a mão na testa)"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;
"Felipe, vamos deitar aqui, a mamãe também ta dodói não tá conseguindo cuidar de você hoje."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt; Ele vai lá, pega o telefone e me entrega:&lt;br /&gt;
"Mamãe tá, liga pra vovó e vovô, vem em casa!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quico faço com essa criança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-5582075243374045394?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dialogo enquanto assistimos TV.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
F: " Ieu sou o Buzz."&lt;br /&gt;
P: "É 'eu' Felipe."&lt;br /&gt;
F: "Não você papai, IEU sou o buzz".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dai que o piso aqui de casa é laminado - patina branca. Sou louca? Eu amo piso claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Semana passada o Fe riscou o chão com lápis de cor, eu fiquei 1 hora pra limpar uns 50cm2, quase morri de esfregar, deixei o serviço pela metade por que realmente tava dureza, esfregava, esfregava, esfregava e nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sábado eu tava no meu quarto e ele no dele, ele riscou o chão TODINHO, pensem no meu desespero? 2mts2 (+-) todo pintadinho, em várias cores e formas. Quase morri, e calculei quantos meses eu levaria pra limpar aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dai ontem fui no mercado e comprei uma tal de Scotch brite "mágica", eu já tinha ouvido sobre ela, mas nunca botei fé, tá é R$5,00, não é caro, mas eu não acreditava no poder dela. Ok, comprei e ontem usei, gente eu limpei o chão todo em 5 minutos, juro, com quase nada de sabão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tem também aquela porcaria de giz "risca e sai", o Fe usa no banho, sai dos azulejos numa boa, mas eu nunca consigo limpar o rejunte, ontem com a esponja mágica saiu fácil fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Esse post não é Publieditorial, eu juro rs Eu tô morrendo de amores e sei que essa esponjinha vai salvar a vida de muitas mães. Então:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Gamei! #fikdik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-1990481169236186138?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Conversando com muitas mães vi que todo comportamento do Felipe é normal, SUPER!&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sempre soube - &lt;i&gt;mas esqueci&lt;/i&gt; - que NORMAL é uma criança perder o foco, que quase nenhuma criança consegue ficar ligado em algo por mais de 15 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu sou ansiosa, Ivan gosta de desafios, nos desmotivamos com facilidade. Por que o Felipe seria diferente?&amp;nbsp;Quando alguém me falou que tudo isso era sintoma de "tédio" eu tive um estalo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Não procurei um especialista, e acho que nem precisa. É cedo demais.&lt;br /&gt;
Por que cobrar atividades&amp;nbsp;pedagógicas&amp;nbsp;de uma criança de 2.7?&lt;br /&gt;
Eu pirei movida a emoção.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ontem minha sogra chegou aqui contando que o meu cunhado era IGUALZINHO ao Felipe, e numa consulta dele com a&amp;nbsp;psicóloga&amp;nbsp;descobriram que ele ñ tinha problemas, era&amp;nbsp;saudável&amp;nbsp;e inteligente.&amp;nbsp;Se enrolava pra fazer algo quando ele achava "chato", mas ia lá e fazia rápido e certo, como o Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bom, esse post é pra dizer apenas que está tudo bem, que estamos caminhando certo, faltam alguns limites, mas isso pede outro post.&lt;br /&gt;
Graças a Deus está tudo como tem que ser!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigada mesmo pelo carinho e preocupação de vcs!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dai que ontem foi o dia da reunião bimestral com a professora do Felipe. Eu fui tranquila, acreditando estar tudo bem e voltei com o coração na mão.&lt;br /&gt;
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No inicio do ano tivemos uma reunião sobre o comportamento do Felipe, ele estava agressivo, brigando muito e testando os limites com todos, realmente as coisas estavam bagunçadas, foram dois meses de férias, dois meses na casa da vovó, mudamos muitas coisas aqui em casa com ele, e eu acreditava que tudo tinha sido resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um dia ou outro as coisas desandavam, mas na maioria dos dias estava tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;
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O Felipe nunca foi uma criança de se prender a brinquedos/brincadeiras, nada funcionava mais que 10/15 minutos com ele, mas eu nunca me preocupei.&lt;br /&gt;
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NADA PREOCUPANTE, como podem pequenos detalhes percebidos passarem a nos incomodar de repente?&lt;br /&gt;
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De uns tempos pra cá o Felipe tem passado muito tempo no chão, deitado brincando com seus carrinhos, se ele está de pé está brincando com o carrinho na parede. As vezes eu falo com ele, e o percebo muito distante, olhando pro vazio,&amp;nbsp;distraído. Por que eu deveria me preocupar?&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomar banho, dormir, comer, tudo virou um tormento, uma luta, e mais uma vez eu acredito que seja normal, afinal ele é criança, Felipe tem uma&amp;nbsp;urgência&amp;nbsp;em brincar que é impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ontem a professora relatou que o dia-a-dia com ele está complicado. Desde que mudei ele para meio-período&amp;nbsp;ele tem preferido brincar sozinho, passa horas brincando no chão, ou na parede com carrinhos, na hora das atividades reluta em faze-las por que quer brincar, perde o foco, viaja pro mundo da lua &lt;i&gt;(quando enfim ele senta para fazer, faz tudo certo, rápido, conforme o esperado)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Todas essas situações que acontecem na escola, acontecem também em casa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Os limites não existem, aqui em casa eu já não sei mais o que fazer, afinal, somos firmes, fazemos tudo conforme manda a&amp;nbsp;psicologia&amp;nbsp;infantil (rs rs) e ele não aprende, não muda. Felipe não absorve as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Será que isso passa?&lt;br /&gt;
Será que é coisa passageira de criança bagunceira?&lt;br /&gt;
Será que devo me preocupar?&lt;br /&gt;
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Até onde essa falta de interesse e foco nas atividades/pessoas é normal?&lt;br /&gt;
Culpa minha, da escola, temperamento?&lt;br /&gt;
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Seguem as fotos, pra quem não conhece o blog da Anita -&amp;nbsp;http://www.anitacamposfotografia.com&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Essas fotos são apenas uma prévia, na próxima vinda dela a Curitiba faremos a sessão completa, então venho contar a vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anita, amiga querida, foi um prazer, obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-5804062760859544546?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dai que ontem eu tava pensando nisso, meu irmão me disse que já tinha poupado x dinheiros, e logo ia dar entrada na casa dele, eu fiquei tão orgulhosa dele, tão feliz! Um pouco depois umas amiga minha veio desabafar, essa semana ela comprou um carro e postou no FB, muitas pessoas a parabenizaram, outras&amp;nbsp;coincidentemente&amp;nbsp;se calaram ali, porém na&amp;nbsp;própria&amp;nbsp;pagina fizeram comentários do tipo: " Tem gente que precisa comprar o que ñ pode pra se mostrar".&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando eu fechei meu blog em janeiro também foi por causa desse tipo de coisa, afinal, tinha acabado de comprar a nossa casa. Dai tudo vai acontecendo, cada conquista é tão gostosa que tudo que eu quero é compartilhar com quem gosta de mim, mas sempre tem o Zé povinho que nem sabe o que você ou seu marido fazem pra viver, e já julga dizendo: "NÃO TEM DINHEIRO E QUER SE MOSTRAR!" Gente, isso é tão feio!&lt;br /&gt;
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Já cansei de ler por ai gente falando mal de quem "mostra" algo. Se a pessoa está compartilhando, deixa. Cada um mostra como quer suas conquistas. Se a pessoa pode pagar ou não, problema é dela, afinal, no que isso incomoda a você?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje em dia as pessoas se preocupam até com a conta bancária do colega, por que?&lt;br /&gt;
Compra o que quer, quem quer. FIM&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje em dia nem tudo é "status".&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo se parcela, financia, até cirurgia plástica fazem em 60 vezes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acho que ao&amp;nbsp;invés&amp;nbsp;de se preocupar se a pessoa vai poder ou não pagar, as pessoas &amp;nbsp;deviam se sentir feliz, afinal, hoje todos tem muito mais oportunidade de conquistar suas coisas. Não roubando, que mal tem?&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu não sou rica, tenho meu nome limpo. Tenho iphone que parcelei, tenho máquina de lavar louça que paguei a vista, tenho casa própria financiada. Sou honesta, tenho comida na mesa. Algum problema?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-3867259293067803724?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O que eu mais tenho feito por aqui é ameaçar, demorou, mas funcionou.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Felipe, ñ pode brincar com o carrinho na TV, por que é perigoso e estraga a televisão!&lt;br /&gt;
- Felipe, a mamãe já avisou sobre o carrinho na TV, você quer ficar de castigo?&lt;br /&gt;
- Felipe, estou guardando o seu carrinho, você está de castigo por que desobedeceu a mamãe brincando com seu carrinho na TV. Vc entendeu? Vem aqui me dar um beijo (e guardo o tal carrinho)&lt;br /&gt;
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Desde o começo do ano Felipe começou a mostrar mais sua personalidade, aprendeu a nos desafiar mais, a mexer mais nas coisas, e eu precisei tomar uma atitude.&lt;br /&gt;
Conversar não resolvia, bater não faz parte dos meus planos, tentei aplicar o&amp;nbsp;método&amp;nbsp;do cantinho, mas ele não obedecia. Hoje encontrei o "castigo" perfeito, o que funciona aqui em casa.&lt;br /&gt;
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A sala aqui em casa parecia um play, eram tantooooooos brinquedos, uma caixa cheinha - e com todos eles a disposição do Felipe. Comecei limpando essa bagunça, deixei 4 brinquedos na sala, os outros todos guardados. Toda vez que o Felipe aprontava eu dava dois avisos, no terceiro eu tirava o brinquedo. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Tinha dias que ele ficava sem brinquedo nenhum, até que aos poucos ele foi entendendo, foi aprendendo a obedecer. Hoje temos uma gaveta no rack com vários brinquedos e carrinhos, muito pouco perto do que ele tinha antes, mas agora o Felipe já me&amp;nbsp;obedece&amp;nbsp;na perda do primeiro brinquedo, as vezes ele nem chega a perde-lo, quando quer colaborar na segunda&amp;nbsp;advertência&amp;nbsp;já dá tudo certo e ficamos em paz.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Felipe, para de pular no sofá que você pode se machucar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(nada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Felipe, não pode pular no sofá por que você pode se machucar. Você quer ficar de castigo?&lt;br /&gt;
- Num queio castigo mamãe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(As vezes ele obedece, se não eu o castigo).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Felipe, estou guardando esse brinquedo, você está de castigo por desobedecer a mamãe e continuar pulando no sofá, você entendeu?&lt;br /&gt;
- Tindi.&lt;br /&gt;
- Tá bom?&lt;br /&gt;
- Bom...&lt;br /&gt;
- Vem aqui me dar um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ele me abraça, para de pular, guardo o brinquedo até o dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Todas as&amp;nbsp;advertências, e explicações são dadas "olho no olho".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
FIM&lt;br /&gt;
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Adorei, e vim compartilhar com vocês!&lt;br /&gt;
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Uma Páscoa alegre e abençoada!&lt;br /&gt;
Curtam muito!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Depois disso vem o painel da sala, então os três quartos e por fim alguns detalhes também da sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bom, aqui tudo uma loucura ainda né? Estamos há 2 meses acampados, ainda sem cama, sem guarda roupas, sem nada. Seja o que Deus quiser e quando o Marceneiro puder #ironia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Conforme as coisas forem se ajeitando vou mostrando pra vocês, bom, enfim&amp;nbsp;A MINHA COZINHA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O relógio do painel não é definitivo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um sonho realizado: Galinha porta ovos rsrs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu fiquei apaixonada por ela, ai ainda falta o vidro da mesa, e só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Primeiro comodo concluído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Espero que gostem, beijos =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-2746124062886200879?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4UgSTE6VJw2nY-seaX_AKVM8HJM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4UgSTE6VJw2nY-seaX_AKVM8HJM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~4/azVZ5PVZZZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/2746124062886200879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/2746124062886200879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~3/azVZ5PVZZZU/cozinha.html" title="A nossa cozinha." /><author><name>Dina Ulbrich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324806075239851327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaUX6tDt8p8/Tp28zJt3bmI/AAAAAAAAC44/d7Dywjh34_s/s220/12.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVw_qJbdCXI/T3p0-ZdO6sI/AAAAAAAADeI/qjhkl3bJivo/s72-c/IMG_2271.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nossaalegria.com/2012/04/cozinha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMQHk8fSp7ImA9WhVQFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675491353488629640.post-5266240422134719277</id><published>2012-04-02T23:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-02T23:29:41.775-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-02T23:29:41.775-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emprego" /><title>Despedida!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dai que há tempos eu já não estava mais aguentando, esse ano o horário do Ivan na empresa mudou, o meu mudou e o Felipe começou a ir em período&amp;nbsp;integral pra escola, e isso mudou nossas vidas e muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saíamos às 8 da manhã de casa, buscávamos ele às 18hr, às 20 ele já estava dormindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tinha dias que ele chegava em casa e capotava, eu quase não via meu filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ele estava estressado, eu mais ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Algumas coisas na empresa aconteceram, e estavam gerando insatisfação da minha parte, tanto pessoal como profissional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Conversando com o Ivan percebi que não tinha como eu pedir a conta, eu estando em casa economizaria combustível, a diarista semanal, e teria mais um desconto deixando o Fe somente meio período na escola, colocamos no papel e agora com os gastos iniciais da casa nova seria possível, porém ficaria apertado. Decidi esperar, em julho eu tiraria férias, pensaria com calma, procuraria outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eis que na semana passada tivemos uma reunião na empresa, e com ela a ordem de cortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na segunda feira passo mal e pego 1 semana de atestado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje eu fui trabalhar com a certeza que seria despedida, além dessa semana em casa - &lt;i&gt;o que é inadmissível por lá&lt;/i&gt; - minha insatisfação já estava clara para minha superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando minha chefe me chamou pra conversar eu já sabia o que era, numa boa terminamos a nossa relação empregadora x empregada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sai de lá leve, cumpri meu dever, já aprendi tudo o que poderia, e já estava ficando desgastada. Foi um alivio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Agora vou esperar, já conversamos aqui, concordamos que vou ficar em casa por enquanto, dar mais atenção ao Felipe, já que aconteceu, agora ele é a minha prioridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Era o que eu queria, era o que nós queríamos, mas eu não conseguia simplesmente pisar na bola, forçar pra isso acontecer, eu não sou assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Minha mãe me disse: "Nunca vi alguém tão feliz por ser demitida", eu fiquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu adorava trabalhar fora, adorava o que eu fazia, mas lá na empresa já não estava mais rolando. Se eu volto a trabalhar fora? Não sei, eu quero sim, mas AGORA não, daqui pra frente vamos ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Males que vem na hora certa e para o nosso bem, quem nunca suspirou aliviado no fim de um pesadelo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-5266240422134719277?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kxGNfZb-6biQYikTLsVuJ7goqDQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kxGNfZb-6biQYikTLsVuJ7goqDQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~4/9ybWjDY38NI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/5266240422134719277?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/5266240422134719277?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~3/9ybWjDY38NI/despedida.html" title="Despedida!" /><author><name>Dina Ulbrich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324806075239851327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaUX6tDt8p8/Tp28zJt3bmI/AAAAAAAAC44/d7Dywjh34_s/s220/12.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nossaalegria.com/2012/04/despedida.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDQXYyfyp7ImA9WhVRGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675491353488629640.post-5719395799331073265</id><published>2012-03-21T10:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T23:07:50.897-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-26T23:07:50.897-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Publieditorial" /><title>Minha experiência com a Baby.com.br</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Voltei pora contar a vocês como foi a minha compra no site da &lt;i&gt;B&lt;a href="http://baby.com.br/"&gt;aby.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Como muitas de vocês sabem, eu adoro fazer compras online, acho mais prático.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Quando a loja é nova eu sempre fico com um pouco de receio, mas depois de pesquisar, e comprar tive certeza: &amp;nbsp;O site é seguro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como comprar?&lt;/b&gt; O processo é simples, você faz o cadastro, escolhe os intens e realiza o pagamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eles disponibilizam várias formas de pagamento, e o&lt;u&gt; melhor de tudo&lt;/u&gt;: o site tem frete&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;grátis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Adoro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu comprei as fraldas da Huggies como havia dito, 2 pacotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Comprei também uma boia pra piscina e lenços umidecidos da Johnson!&lt;br /&gt;
Recebi tudo direitinho e super bem embalado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Minha compra chegou mega rápido, em 5 dias já estava aqui em casa, e olha só, quando digo 5 dias digo dias corridos, não uteis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para quem mora em São Paulo Capital:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Pedidos feitos até as 17h, a entrega é feita no dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Então é isso meninas, aproveitem e boas compras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;www.baby.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-5719395799331073265?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BC5h2fA-tbTXFSbPbvZOyziCjEM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BC5h2fA-tbTXFSbPbvZOyziCjEM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~4/3OqsN3mtIXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/5719395799331073265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/5719395799331073265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~3/3OqsN3mtIXw/minha-experiencia-com-babycombr.html" title="Minha experiência com a Baby.com.br" /><author><name>Dina Ulbrich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324806075239851327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaUX6tDt8p8/Tp28zJt3bmI/AAAAAAAAC44/d7Dywjh34_s/s220/12.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nossaalegria.com/2012/03/minha-experiencia-com-babycombr.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBQ3syeSp7ImA9WhVREk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675491353488629640.post-4919530689543460490</id><published>2012-03-19T20:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T22:52:32.591-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-19T22:52:32.591-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Criação" /><title>Bater ou apanhar?</title><content type="html">Ontem o Fe era o terror da escola, por duas semanas, todos os dias um bilhete na agenda dizendo que ele havia batido no amiguinho.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje é o banana, é o quarto todo dia apanha de um amiguinho que é metade dele.&lt;br /&gt;
A Diretora já me pediu mil desculpas, vai se reunir com a mãe do tal amiguinho, espero que isso pare logo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu entendo os dois lados como mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei como é ruim ler na agenda, e ser chamada pra uma reunião por que seu filho bateu, e agora tô sentindo o amargo gostinho de ser a mãe do que apanhou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O que é pior?&lt;br /&gt;
Ser a mãe do que bate ou do que apanha?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-4919530689543460490?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAekgY1zfZJ9aOhRRWwXI6qQ-VY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hAekgY1zfZJ9aOhRRWwXI6qQ-VY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~4/qS-y6mbr1Zg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/4919530689543460490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/4919530689543460490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~3/qS-y6mbr1Zg/bater-ou-apanhar.html" title="Bater ou apanhar?" /><author><name>Dina Ulbrich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324806075239851327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaUX6tDt8p8/Tp28zJt3bmI/AAAAAAAAC44/d7Dywjh34_s/s220/12.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nossaalegria.com/2012/03/bater-ou-apanhar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANRn4_fip7ImA9WhVSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675491353488629640.post-8907485654532149424</id><published>2012-03-15T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T16:29:57.046-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-15T16:29:57.046-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Publieditorial" /><title>Meu filho e eu salvamos o mundo brincando!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No dia 22 de março, será lançada oficialmente a marca Recicla Kids. O evento ocorrerá a partir das 19h, em um grande buffet de São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Não foi lançada ainda, mas já está um fazendo barulho em tanto, saindo nos jornais O Globo e Folha de S. Paulo, além de um montão de site, como&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/famosos/noticia/2012/03/claudia-leitte-vai-incentivar-criancas-reciclar-lixo-diz-jornal.html" style="color: #942e06;" target="_blank"&gt;Ego&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ofuxico.terra.com.br/noticias-sobre-famosos/claudia-leitte-e-madrinha-de-marca-infantil-sustentavel/2012/03/06-134042.html" style="color: #942e06;" target="_blank"&gt;Fuxico&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://contigo.abril.com.br/noticias/claudia-leitte-sera-madrinha-de-projeto-de-reciclagem-diz-jornal" style="color: #942e06;" target="_blank"&gt;Contigo&lt;/a&gt;!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A Recicla Kids estará presente no dia a dia das mães e filhos, com produtos de moda, material escolar, jogos, site, desenho animado, produtos de higiene e alimentícios… Será um aliado em tanto na diversão, com muita educação e sustentabilidade. Por isso, o lema dos cinco heróis da Recicla Kids é: A gente salva o mundo brincando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;E já pode começar a interagir. Na página do&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Recicla_Kids" style="color: #942e06;" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;, você pode upar uma foto sua e de seu pequeno. Aguarde um pouco e, em seguida, será postada uma nova imagem com os heróis da Recicla Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;! Eu amei a minha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=b64552c667&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=13617ce2f49724fa&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw&amp;amp;atsh=1" type="image/png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Também no Facebook, encontra-se o&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/ReciclaKids/app_201143516562748" style="color: #942e06;" target="_blank"&gt;regulamento&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;desta ação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A Recicla Kids tem muito para mostrar. Acompanhe no Twitter @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/recicla_kids" style="color: #942e06;" target="_blank"&gt;Recicla_Kids&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e fique de olho no site&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.reciclakids.com.br/" style="color: #942e06;" target="_blank"&gt;www.reciclakids.com.br&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyNraBE4oYZ-ulaQthjMRmmyWso/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eyNraBE4oYZ-ulaQthjMRmmyWso/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~4/MnUGfwgpGMY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/8907485654532149424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/8907485654532149424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~3/MnUGfwgpGMY/meu-filho-e-eu-salvamos-o-mundo.html" title="Meu filho e eu salvamos o mundo brincando!" /><author><name>Dina Ulbrich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324806075239851327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaUX6tDt8p8/Tp28zJt3bmI/AAAAAAAAC44/d7Dywjh34_s/s220/12.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nossaalegria.com/2012/03/meu-filho-e-eu-salvamos-o-mundo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGQXc6eyp7ImA9WhVSGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675491353488629640.post-4095002332381639235</id><published>2012-03-15T08:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T08:02:00.913-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-15T08:02:00.913-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desfralde" /><title>Cagada!</title><content type="html">Felipe: Mão quéio xixi.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu: Vamos fazer no seu troninho?&lt;br /&gt;
(Ele balança a cabeça, dizendo que sim)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Subimos as escadas correndo, chegamos no banheiro dele, tiro a fralda e...&lt;br /&gt;
Tá todo cagado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Merda!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
#motherfacts&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Post escrito dia 02/02/2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-4095002332381639235?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T5R_ghslqPzxQbcC9zIUDhOyoiY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T5R_ghslqPzxQbcC9zIUDhOyoiY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~4/korWFN9N2LU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/4095002332381639235?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/4095002332381639235?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~3/korWFN9N2LU/cagada.html" title="Cagada!" /><author><name>Dina Ulbrich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324806075239851327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaUX6tDt8p8/Tp28zJt3bmI/AAAAAAAAC44/d7Dywjh34_s/s220/12.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nossaalegria.com/2012/03/cagada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCQXk6eip7ImA9WhVSF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675491353488629640.post-3326820698543917825</id><published>2012-03-14T08:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T08:06:00.712-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-14T08:06:00.712-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Felipíces" /><title>As flores do meu jardim...</title><content type="html">Sábado de sol, Ivan e eu sentamos no sofá e o Felipe estava lá fora brincando.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;
Muito silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;
Silêncio preocupante...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
De repente ele vem correndo porta a dentro com uma pimenta mordida na mão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ivan e eu vamos lá fora conferir o que houve e o Ivan leva um susto, ele tinha arrancado uns maços da pimenteira da nossa horta, havia arrancado todas as pimentas, tudo bem. Então olho melhor e eu levo um susto: Ele havia arrancado todas as flores do jardim, quando eu digo arrancado é ARRANCADO mesmo, tipo com raiz e tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Elas formavam um linha, entre a calçada e a grama do nosso jardim, e de repente elas se transformaram em um montinho de flores amassadas, amontoadas...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felipe sorrindo apontava e dizia: "Ó mamãe!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não sabia se morria, ou ria!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Post escrito em 25/02/2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-3326820698543917825?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0HP_JsrYntz9Pm4DDR-mTNVSzcQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0HP_JsrYntz9Pm4DDR-mTNVSzcQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~4/nxZZP4E1OVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/3326820698543917825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675491353488629640/posts/default/3326820698543917825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANossaAlegria/~3/nxZZP4E1OVo/as-flores-do-meu-jardim.html" title="As flores do meu jardim..." /><author><name>Dina Ulbrich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324806075239851327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MaUX6tDt8p8/Tp28zJt3bmI/AAAAAAAAC44/d7Dywjh34_s/s220/12.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.nossaalegria.com/2012/03/as-flores-do-meu-jardim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFQXw7eCp7ImA9WhVSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675491353488629640.post-1061886122231752472</id><published>2012-03-13T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T09:00:10.200-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-13T09:00:10.200-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Felipíces" /><title>Fiquei confusa!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Felipe bateu a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"- Filho, tá doendo?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"- Xim mamaim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"- Onde machucou?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ele me mostra a perna direita. Oi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Deixa a mamãe dar um beijo pra sarar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ele me dá a perna esquerda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fiquei confusa O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nada manhoso meu pequeno heim!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post escrito em 02/2012&lt;/i&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/6675491353488629640-1061886122231752472?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Na hora o papai o chamou, corrigiu, conversou, explicou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele veio a mim, pediu desculpas, me abraçou e beijou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um pouco mais tarde, quando estavamos na cama ele fez carinho no meu rosto e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Mamãe tisti?&lt;br /&gt;
Eu respondi:&lt;br /&gt;
- Não filho, na hora que você bateu na mamãe eu fiquei, agora passou, tá?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Tá, mamãe tisti, papai tisti, neném tisti. Diculpa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meu coração apertou, foi tão lindo e expontâneo.&lt;br /&gt;
E tudo terminou com um abraço gostoso e um beijo estalado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"- Buoana noti!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Post escrito dia 20/02/12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-5604402169991424664?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Adorei a loja on line, além de várias coisas diferentes tem também muitas promoções super bacanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vocês conhecem a loja?&amp;nbsp;Já compraram lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O triste é que entrei pra comprar a fralda, e já vi que vou sair com "meu carrinho" cheio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na minha lista estão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Fraldas Pull Ups&lt;br /&gt;
- Modelistos &amp;nbsp;Paul Frank&lt;br /&gt;
- Copos fofos da Púr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por enquanto só (?) isso, céus, eu vou falir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vou fazer a minha primeira compra com eles, aguardem, logo venho contar como foi!&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/6675491353488629640-8375619420806380655?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje pela manhã assisti Sex and the city 2, eu já havia assistindo, isso em 2010, mas nessa época era diferente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ontem tivemos um papo no twitter super MEU MOMENTO, o tema era: &lt;b&gt;Mãe também é gente&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu estou sofrendo, estou sentindo culpa, estou com medo.&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre fui tranquila com meus sentimos, nunca senti medo de errar, nunca senti medo de me perder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Charlotte York* sempre quis ter uma família, filhos, e ela teve... anos depois ela surtou.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela sentiu a necessidade de não te-los, de ter um tempo só pra ela. Hoje eu me sinto como ela.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por que nos sentimos mal em querer um tempo?&lt;br /&gt;
Por que nos sentimos fracassadas por assumir que precisamos do nosso espaço?&lt;br /&gt;
Por que sentimos medo de ser feliz e aproveitar certas coisas sem eles?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu ficava com o Fe em casa o dia todo eu era bem "liberal", desde os 6 meses o Fe dormia na casa da vovó, ou passava horas longe de casa. Hoje eu não consigo deixa-lo ir, sinto um vazio, sinto culpa, me sinto mal. Afinal já passo longas 9 hrs longe dele todos os dias, é justo nos FDS, ou fim de tarde me ausentar mais um pouco pra cuidar de mim?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Será que ele precisa tanto de mim quanto eu imagino?&lt;br /&gt;
Será que hoje não sou eu quem precisa muito mais dele, do que ele de mim?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se saio sem o Fe penso toda hora em "se ele estivesse aqui". Esses dias achei injusto comer um sorvete sem estar com ele, vcs tem noção?&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo muitas vezes eu precisando ficar sozinha, pra descansar, pra limpar a casa, pra fazer compras eu não consigo, meu medo de me tornar ausente faz com que eu cancele qualquer compromisso.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Até onde isso pode atrapalhar a minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Essa semana tomei coragem, vou enfrentar meus medo e vou me dedicar a mim também! Meu filho vai continuar a me amar, e eu vou continuar a ser uma boa mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu preciso disso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me dedicar a maternidade não impede de eu me cuidar, ir ao salão no fim da tarde, a academia a noite, ou fazer compras sozinha, com calma, sem choro nos finais de semana.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Preciso trabalhar essa minha "intensidade", eu meu desejo de viver com urgência, preciso a aprender que a solidão é necessária. Preciso encontrar a Dina que fui há alguns anos, aquela que gastava o quanto queria com bolsas e sapatos não essa Dina de hoje, que compra apenas com brinquedos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sair pra namorar, ir ao cinema, jantar sem olhar para o relógio.&lt;br /&gt;
Preciso voltar a escolher o restaurante pelo tempero, não só pelo espaço recreativo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que sempre me orgulhei por ser independente, hoje sofro por ser "mãe", por fazer a minha vida girar em torno do meu filho 24hrs por dia. Eu que sempre fui imprevisivel hoje sinto medo do desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo está mudando, eu aprendi, eu percebi meus erros, espero que daqui pra frente eu enfrente e supere essa dependência, quero esquecer todos os meus "e se..." e viver como deve ser.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ser mãe sem se perder.&lt;br /&gt;
Me achar, me recuperar, me amar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;O Felipe e a priminha Sara estudam na mesma escola, desde segunda ela está com faringite e não está indo a escola. Ontem ele pediu pra ir ve-la: "&lt;i&gt;Mamãe qué i na vovó, Sara dodói&lt;/i&gt;!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Achei tão fofo, mas achei que ele estava inventando, pensei que ele só queria ir na vovó, afinal, eles não são da mesma sala, se encontram somente na hora das refeições, como ele saberia que ela estava doente? &amp;nbsp;Hoje liguei pra minha mãe e ela confirmou que a Sara não está indo a escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Como pode? Como ele é esperto! Alias, eles, nessa idade nos surpreendemos tanto com a atitudes dos nossos filhotes! As vezes eu subestimo o Foguetinho, isso é #fato, ainda tenho muito que aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Foi lindo de ver a preocupação dele, quando juntos eles só brigam, mas sempre que vamos pra casa da minha mãe ele desce do carro correndo, chamando a Sara, encontra ela e abraça forte, beija, é muito carinho, é muito amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Será que vai ser assim quando vier um irmãozinho? #oremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post escrito em 29/02/2012&lt;/i&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/6675491353488629640-915464184053726418?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Há dias eu estava cobiçando um par de brincos.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje você entrou pela porta, me entregou uma caixinha e disse: "Feix aniveisaio mamaim!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu já sabia o que tinha ali dentro, mas mesmo assim senti um calor no peito, um emoção deliciosa. O melhor presente foi o seu beijo, o seu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando te peguei na escola perguntei se você sabia que dia era hoje, você me respondeu: "Aniveisaio mamãe!"...&lt;br /&gt;
Você lembrou, eu te contei hoje cedinho que dia era hoje, meu carinhoso.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meu melhor presente é você, meu pequeno&amp;nbsp;moleque, que canta e os meus males espanta.&lt;br /&gt;
Você menino saudável e esperto. Não existe pérola ou brilhante que pague o valor do seu chamego.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu tinha parado de escrever, mas hoje eu me senti feliz, e quis compartilhar tudo aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-4644509196790356338?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Certo dia o Ivan me perguntou até quando eu postaria no blog, eu não respondi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu quis um diário de gravidez, esse blog era pra ter encerrado quando o Felipe completasse 1 ano.&amp;nbsp;Hoje ele tem 2 anos e 3 meses e eu continuo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
Confesso que já não sei mais o que é compartilhar ou expor.&amp;nbsp;Já não sei se daqui pra frente, o que for escrito aqui é certo.&lt;br /&gt;
Cada dia que passa eu sei que já é hora de encerrar esse ciclo. E eu vou sentir muita falta disso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje o meu desejo de parar é muito maior do que o desejo de continuar.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu pensei muito, pesei as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;
Até onde essa exposição pode prejudicar meu filho?&lt;br /&gt;
Até onde pode prejudicar a minha&amp;nbsp;família?&lt;br /&gt;
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Querer compartilhar coisas com pessoas queridas, mas ser mal interpretada por pessoas maldosas é inevitável. Não existe prevenção.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amizades vieram, amizades se foram.&lt;br /&gt;
E aqui eu muito aprendi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje posto pra contar, pra desabafar, pra recordar.&amp;nbsp;Mas confesso que muitas vezes posto com medo, medo de me expor, medo de ter minhas palavras distorcidas. Isso acontece, e muito.&lt;br /&gt;
Já vi e li muitos absurdos na blogosfera, já ri, já me decepcionei, já li coisas das quais eu não acreditei.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O amanhã eu não sei, mas sei sobre hoje, sei que nesse momento eu estou cansada de certas "coisinhas bloguisticas", eu estou decidida a parar...&lt;br /&gt;
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As amizades que conquistei, muito obrigada por todo carinho nesse tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
Se precisarem de mim para conversar, desabafar, ou só para obterem noticias me escrevam! Ficarei muito feliz! Meu blog vaio continuar aqui, "no ar", porém sem novas postagens.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tô indo ali viver e guardar registros, apenas na minha memória e no meu coração... quem sabe em breve eu volto, ou não...&lt;br /&gt;
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Essa decisão não é "para sempre".&lt;br /&gt;
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Por todo carinho de vocês, eu deixo aqui o meu muito OBRIGADA!&lt;br /&gt;
E quem sabe um dia eu volto, pra dividir com vocês uma nova gravidez...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Essa semana começamos uma nova etapa em nossas vida, com casa nova, sem blog, com menos exposição.&lt;br /&gt;
E assim, encerro aqui esse post, o ultimo desse blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Com lágrimas nos olhos e amor no coração, Dina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-4695864594896846517?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que loucura que é mudar para casa&amp;nbsp;própria&amp;nbsp;heim?&lt;br /&gt;
Gente do céu, são coisas que não acabam mais, desenhos, reparos, compras... estou mega &amp;nbsp;cansada, ansiosa, mas amando tudo, sonhando com a conclusão de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;
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Nos mudamos no dia 28, somente com a cozinha e banheiros prontos.&lt;br /&gt;
Até lá já teremos recebido o sofá novo, e os colchões, não vale a pena pagar mais um mês de aluguel, prefiro ficar 10 dias sem móveis...&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje estão instalando o piso, e semana que vem vão dedetizar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Estou contando os dias, quero tudo &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(ou quase tudo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pronto. Enfim, logo a casa dos sonhos sonhos estará&amp;nbsp;concluída!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sobre a cozinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje vamos aprovar o projeto do marceneiro.&lt;br /&gt;
- Optamos por cozinha toda branca, com mármore "verde labrador", e puxadores de barra.&lt;br /&gt;
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- A mesa vai ficar na cozinha, tem espaço e vai embutida num dos armários, e o Ivan preferiu uma sala "grande", então concordei.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Usaremos banquetas no lugar de cadeiras, já me decidi o modelo, mas ainda não comprei, vamos esperar a cozinha ficar pronta pra ter certeza.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;- Já compramos o Forno, e o cooktop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47vxg6jNVgA/TxgMuvu9Z7I/AAAAAAAADVg/nmwPVbSaabE/s1600/384546_3_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47vxg6jNVgA/TxgMuvu9Z7I/AAAAAAAADVg/nmwPVbSaabE/s320/384546_3_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forno Eletrolux - embutir&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HDCuCKnmvQ/TxgNFBuZoHI/AAAAAAAADVo/Bp6VJQS77fs/s1600/108571059_1GG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HDCuCKnmvQ/TxgNFBuZoHI/AAAAAAAADVo/Bp6VJQS77fs/s320/108571059_1GG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooktop Brastemp 4 bocas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;- Compramos também algo que eu sonhava há muito tempo: Uma máquina de lavar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Essa eu já estou usando, e olha, super indico!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7O3k6JSMlAE/TxgPideXptI/AAAAAAAADWA/Xp3xW8WCOu8/s1600/107844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7O3k6JSMlAE/TxgPideXptI/AAAAAAAADWA/Xp3xW8WCOu8/s320/107844.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lava-louças Eletrolux 9 serviços&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Optamos em colocar armários só embaixo, nada em cima, vai ficar mais clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;- O escorredor de louças vai ser de parede, espaço, espaço, espaço, viva ao espaço. Optamos em usar esse modelo pra ficar com a pia limpa, e já que teremos a máquina lavamos pouca louça a mão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac5vC5y7Xzc/TxgQeSmnycI/AAAAAAAADWI/QUsYt7OD7kQ/s1600/2020_008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac5vC5y7Xzc/TxgQeSmnycI/AAAAAAAADWI/QUsYt7OD7kQ/s320/2020_008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escorredor louças - Brinox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Outas coisinhas que vão na parede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97xVIQkO9wI/TxgR0MHjx1I/AAAAAAAADWY/3MbCynaF0do/s1600/conjunto-de-utensilios-de-cozinha-top-pratic-11-pecas-brinox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97xVIQkO9wI/TxgR0MHjx1I/AAAAAAAADWY/3MbCynaF0do/s320/conjunto-de-utensilios-de-cozinha-top-pratic-11-pecas-brinox.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZaEcSBdOuY/TxgRjOOdtNI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Ys1p8lvTCbk/s1600/Brinox-2200-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZaEcSBdOuY/TxgRjOOdtNI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Ys1p8lvTCbk/s320/Brinox-2200-001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Um dos&amp;nbsp;últimos&amp;nbsp;detalhes que eu procurei muito foi a lixeira rs Sim! Eu queria de inox, o Ivan não, enfim encontramos uma bacana na Tok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amQfvGQlb1Q/TxgS_cQLGnI/AAAAAAAADWg/VedyRtEeMy0/s1600/bigeyelx50_pt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amQfvGQlb1Q/TxgS_cQLGnI/AAAAAAAADWg/VedyRtEeMy0/s320/bigeyelx50_pt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Só isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Acho que sim, logo venho com as fotos pras vocês de tudo pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E ai, o que vocês acharam??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDITADO&lt;/b&gt;: Acabei de chegar do marceneiro.&amp;nbsp;Já mudamos de&amp;nbsp;ideia:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Usaremos cadeiras ao invés de banquetas, se não a mesa teria que ser muito alta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enfim, VAI FICAR LINDO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675491353488629640-8045241689898571924?l=www.nossaalegria.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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