<?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-550705292852730257</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:53:02.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites Tranquilas</title><subtitle type='html'>Quando o R. nasceu criámos o ritual de beber todas as noites uma Noite Tranquila,... raramente tivemos uma que não fosse. Aqui vou tentar registar o melhor da nossa vida cuja energia nos apaixona e nos continua a deixar saborear Noites Tranquilas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4309711064467714678</id><published>2009-03-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:58:02.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nossa vida mudou...</title><content type='html'>Em Dezembro abrimos uma nova página. Agora somos 4.&lt;br /&gt;E porque ele merece que o título também seja um bocadinho seu...&lt;br /&gt;... a nossa história continua aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.diasmaisfelizes.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4309711064467714678?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4309711064467714678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4309711064467714678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4309711064467714678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SVoM0K_QEbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7BjryAMsT8k/s320/Dez08+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este ano o Natal prolongou-se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toda a época foi vivida com tudo a que temos direito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas agora vai tornar-se verdadeiramente especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lá em casa já temos tudo pronto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mano Raul deu-lhe a cama onde dormia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O papá preparou o quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mamã arrumou as roupinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imaginamos como vai ser o nosso Vasco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que ainda sem ter nascido já é tão Nosso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se vai dormir bem como o Raul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se vai ser do Benfica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se vai dançar ao som da M80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se vai gostar de Pão com Chouriço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... ou se vai preferir os docinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para o nosso Vasco desejamos o Melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que tenha Saúde, que tenha Amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que seja Feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que continue a provar que o Natal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pode ser mesmo todos os dias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1827263242725494588?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1827263242725494588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1827263242725494588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1827263242725494588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1827263242725494588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/vasco.html' title='VASCO'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SVoM0K_QEbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7BjryAMsT8k/s72-c/Dez08+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-5228926954211967335</id><published>2008-12-19T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:42:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ler matrículas</title><content type='html'>12 – AB - 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um 1&lt;br /&gt;um 2&lt;br /&gt;uma Coisa&lt;br /&gt;a Leta da Ana&lt;br /&gt;a Leta do Benfica&lt;br /&gt;uma Coisa&lt;br /&gt;um Sete&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;um Zero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-5228926954211967335?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5228926954211967335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=5228926954211967335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5228926954211967335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5228926954211967335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/gosto-de-ler-matrculas.html' title='Gosto de ler matrículas'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3173928073199169313</id><published>2008-12-19T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:50:55.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aulas de Ginástica</title><content type='html'>Às terças há ginástica com o &lt;em&gt;Pofessô João&lt;/em&gt;. Gosto mais da aula de ginástica das quintas com o &lt;em&gt;Pofessô Nuno&lt;/em&gt;. Lá em casa já perceberam porquê. É que gosto de andar nas tontarices com os outros meninos e às vezes fico de castigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porquê R. ? o que fizeste?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Pofessô João disse para ficarem parados e Então... o Ru queria correr. E correu com o Vaco, a Maía do Cámo e o Andé. Ah! E a Maía Fenandes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ontem o &lt;em&gt;Pofessô João&lt;/em&gt; não zangou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3173928073199169313?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3173928073199169313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3173928073199169313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3173928073199169313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3173928073199169313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/aulas-de-ginstica.html' title='Aulas de Ginástica'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7072133352968128494</id><published>2008-12-19T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:51:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o Siguinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ru vai pimélo, mamã vai no siguinte.&lt;br /&gt;Pimélo jogamos eti jogo, o siguinte jogamos eti.&lt;br /&gt;Papá, Ru vai ficá a domi e o papá vai pá xála. O siguinte Ru chama o Papá pa dar um bocadinho de água.&lt;br /&gt;Pimélo lavá os dentis, o siguinte fazer xixi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre um siguinte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7072133352968128494?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7072133352968128494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7072133352968128494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7072133352968128494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7072133352968128494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-siguinte.html' title='o Siguinte'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-594298476495289928</id><published>2008-12-19T02:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:53:00.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Anos. 3 Velas. 3 Bolos.</title><content type='html'>Nos últimos dias tenho andado muito atarefado com as minhas festas de anos!&lt;br /&gt;No dia 5 tive os avós e os primos lá em casa. Fizemos um jantar onde não faltaram as pipocas salgadas de entrada e pão com chouriço. A Avó Carla fez um bolo com o Mickey e soprei as velas com a ajuda da Mariana e do Filipe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt43I9cOgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/V47-FGPJPt0/s1600-h/IMG_9156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281447876715362818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt43I9cOgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/V47-FGPJPt0/s320/IMG_9156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sábado fizemos uma festa grande com os amigos e a família. Brinquei muito e tive muitos presentes!! A Néné fez-me um bolo com o Faísca e eu gostei muito! Pediam-me muitos beijinhos e quase não dei a ninguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt43a2GCSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DoKjRqL1MKY/s1600-h/IMG_9261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281447881516386594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt43a2GCSI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DoKjRqL1MKY/s320/IMG_9261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também tive uma festa na escola, com a Professora Tânia e os meus amigos. A mamã comprou um bolo do Ruca e os amigos cantaram os Parabéns. Mal viram a minha mamã, perguntaram: “Vai haver surpresas?”; “Eu gosto muito de gomas” – disse uma das meninas. No fim, todos eles fizeram uma fila para eu entregar os saquinhos que tinhamos preparado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt7_PS1DGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yC4LFln57eM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281451314389519458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt7_PS1DGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yC4LFln57eM/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/550705292852730257-594298476495289928?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/594298476495289928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=594298476495289928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/594298476495289928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/594298476495289928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-anos-3-velas-3-bolos.html' title='3 Anos. 3 Velas. 3 Bolos.'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt43I9cOgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/V47-FGPJPt0/s72-c/IMG_9156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-5728424264903405375</id><published>2008-12-19T02:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:34:02.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girafa Estrelinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt4kXcU8FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/It1tVNxzeIk/s1600-h/IMG_9376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281447554185490514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt4kXcU8FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/It1tVNxzeIk/s320/IMG_9376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na minha sala há uma mascote – a Girafa Estrelinha. É amarela e tem estrelinhas cor-de-laranja. Há também um livro em branco para ser escrito com histórias da Estrelinha com os meninos.&lt;br /&gt;Em Setembro a professora avisou que ia escolher um fim de semana para a Estrelinha ir passar a nossa casa. E assim foi, logo no fim de semana dos meus anos,… com tudo o que havia para fazer,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Estrelinha ficou pendurada atrás da porta todo o fim de semana e no último dia lá tirei esta fotografia para colar no livro. E estava tão suja, tão suja, que a mamã só a queria pôr na máquina de lavar a roupa. Os papás escreveram uma história muito engraçada a explicar como a Estrelinha fez parte de todo o fim de semana ( eh eh eh ) e eu levei orgulhoso a Estrelinha de volta para a sala de aula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa! Esta já está!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-5728424264903405375?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5728424264903405375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=5728424264903405375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5728424264903405375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5728424264903405375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/girafa-estrelinha.html' title='Girafa Estrelinha'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SUt4kXcU8FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/It1tVNxzeIk/s72-c/IMG_9376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7428253324932902172</id><published>2008-12-19T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:33:02.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por enquanto resisto...</title><content type='html'>…heroicamente às borbulhinhas.&lt;br /&gt;O Francisco está com varicela desde o dia dos anos dele e nem pôde vir à minha festa.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha sala já são 5 os meninos com Escarlatina e a Professora Tânia já avisou a mamã e o papá que cada vez são mais….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver por quanto tempo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7428253324932902172?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7428253324932902172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7428253324932902172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7428253324932902172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7428253324932902172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/por-enquanto-resisto.html' title='Por enquanto resisto...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4067796312650489777</id><published>2008-12-04T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:26:12.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, a mamã e o Vasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/STe-GjtxxPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IHynlWxUD8w/s1600-h/33SEM+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275894508363564274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/STe-GjtxxPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IHynlWxUD8w/s320/33SEM+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4067796312650489777?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4067796312650489777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4067796312650489777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4067796312650489777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4067796312650489777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-mam-e-o-vasco.html' title='Eu, a mamã e o Vasco'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/STe-GjtxxPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/IHynlWxUD8w/s72-c/33SEM+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3344672147041988303</id><published>2008-11-28T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:56:55.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na fila do supermercado...</title><content type='html'>… sou surpreendido por uma menina de 6 anos que me está a fazer olhinhos e quer brincar comigo. Estou com a mamã e tenho um carrinho novo na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela insiste com os olhinhos e quer ver o meu carrinho novo. Irrito-me e digo com o meu ar "simpático": &lt;em&gt;“Vai falá com o teu pai”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mamã diz que ainda não percebi que daqui a uns anos vou ter de as conquistar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3344672147041988303?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3344672147041988303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3344672147041988303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3344672147041988303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3344672147041988303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/11/na-fila-do-supermercado.html' title='Na fila do supermercado...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4421675183724020874</id><published>2008-11-28T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:54:42.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro puzzles!</title><content type='html'>Os mais difíceis que tenho são de 36 peças do Faísca.&lt;br /&gt;… mas já sei todos de cor!&lt;br /&gt;O Papá disse-me que, se já sei fazer todos, temos de arranjar uns novos. Mas eu digo-lhe que não. Estes são mais giros, e além disso já os sei fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora todas as noites temos sessão de puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“O Ru fá ete, a Mamã faz o siguinte, o Papá faz o siguinte”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Quando vejo que a mamã ou o papá estão quase a acabar o deles, digo-lhes: “Tu não ganhas!” e não deixo que ponham a última peça para ser eu a ganhar. Depois digo triunfante: “Ganhei!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4421675183724020874?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4421675183724020874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4421675183724020874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4421675183724020874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4421675183724020874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoro-puzzles.html' title='Adoro puzzles!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-5065279731058565970</id><published>2008-11-19T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:37:01.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>escolinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SSQWXtc4wWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AX5zdOfbxu0/s1600-h/Escolinha.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270362060523880802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SSQWXtc4wWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AX5zdOfbxu0/s320/Escolinha.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-5065279731058565970?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5065279731058565970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=5065279731058565970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5065279731058565970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5065279731058565970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/11/escolinha.html' title='escolinha'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SSQWXtc4wWI/AAAAAAAAAiw/AX5zdOfbxu0/s72-c/Escolinha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-9202265709650027999</id><published>2008-11-17T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:55:09.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que pena...</title><content type='html'>(já zangada …)&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: R.! já te disse que não podes estragar os teus brinquedos! Sabes que há meninos que não têm nem um brinquedo para brincar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: “Oh… que pena…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-9202265709650027999?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/9202265709650027999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=9202265709650027999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/9202265709650027999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/9202265709650027999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/11/que-pena.html' title='Que pena...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6336179050612537978</id><published>2008-11-17T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:49:05.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papá tás milhó?</title><content type='html'>O meu papá esteve doente e teve de tomar remédios. Foram 3 dias sem beijinhos, nem abracinhos, nem brincadeiras comigo. Andava triste… e quando o via de manhã cedo, ou quando chegava a casa depois da escola, perguntava: “Papá, tás milhó?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sábado à tarde o papá ficou milhó e no domingo já brincámos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Que bom é ter o papá de volta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6336179050612537978?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6336179050612537978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6336179050612537978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6336179050612537978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6336179050612537978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/11/pap-ts-milh.html' title='Papá tás milhó?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4989520481726901802</id><published>2008-11-13T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:08:02.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto da escola</title><content type='html'>Já passaram 2 meses que comecei na escola e agora quando me perguntam se gosto, digo que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“R. queres ir para a escola ou ficar em casa com a Mariana?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“à ecola, com os amigos.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos e amigas. Os de azul e as de rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Sei os nomes de todos, mesmo os apelidos: a Sofia Tavares e a Joana Barros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço desenhos e pinturas com as mãos. Na semana passada pintei um Dinossauro vemelho. Faço fichas do Carteiro Paulo e adoro brincar às plasticinas. No outro dia fiz um porco.&lt;br /&gt;“De que cor era o porco, R.?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Era coca-coca, cô menfica”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas vezes por semana tenho Ginástica. Gosto da aulas com o &lt;em&gt;Pofessô&lt;/em&gt; João, mas gosto ainda mais das aulas com o &lt;em&gt;Pofessô&lt;/em&gt; Nuno: com sapatilhas no ginásio. É uma diversão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana tivemos a festa do S. Martim (&lt;em&gt;não é S. Martinho mamã, é S. Martim!&lt;/em&gt;). Todos os meninos levaram 6 castanhas e houve um magusto. Não comi as castanhas, só descasquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem o meu amigo André fez anos. Levou um bolo com muitos carros e soprou as velas. Já perguntei à mamã se falta muito para os meus anos… e até já lhe disse que quero um bolo com o Faísca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4989520481726901802?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4989520481726901802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4989520481726901802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4989520481726901802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4989520481726901802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/11/gosto-da-escola.html' title='Gosto da escola'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-5589806233369107938</id><published>2008-11-12T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:08:31.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula de Inguês</title><content type='html'>Ai o suipi (&lt;em&gt;Are you sleeping?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bada Ón (&lt;em&gt;Brother John&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ato Ato Ini (&lt;em&gt;Morning bells are ringing&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ding Dang Dong (&lt;em&gt;Ding Dang Dong&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-5589806233369107938?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5589806233369107938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=5589806233369107938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5589806233369107938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5589806233369107938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/11/aula-de-ingus.html' title='Aula de Inguês'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3812280822788572283</id><published>2008-10-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:25:04.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namoada.</title><content type='html'>Na 6feira à tarde o Papá foi buscar-me à escola.&lt;br /&gt;Ficou a espiar-me uns minutos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava num cantinho a ler uma história e a colar autocolantes com…… a &lt;em&gt;Maía do Cámo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mamã é que ficou com ciúmes quando o Papá lhe contou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele ensinou-me a dizer que era a minha namorada.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não percebi muito bem o que quer dizer, mas como a mamã diz zangada: “Não é namorada, nada, é amiga!”, eu digo “É namoada, xim, mamã!”&lt;br /&gt;Depois riu-me muito…com o Papá!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3812280822788572283?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3812280822788572283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3812280822788572283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3812280822788572283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3812280822788572283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/namoada.html' title='Namoada.'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2636252375864883481</id><published>2008-10-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:50:03.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre o tema da família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SP8hV55ynWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BS4kKTUzJ3Q/s1600-h/430a45e1cfaaa4b99fb73fc478ed29.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259959549996211554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SP8hV55ynWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BS4kKTUzJ3Q/s320/430a45e1cfaaa4b99fb73fc478ed29.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2636252375864883481?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2636252375864883481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2636252375864883481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2636252375864883481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2636252375864883481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/ainda-sobre-o-tema-da-famlia_6500.html' title='Ainda sobre o tema da família'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SP8hV55ynWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BS4kKTUzJ3Q/s72-c/430a45e1cfaaa4b99fb73fc478ed29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4197071483596884229</id><published>2008-10-20T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:31:29.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrumações</title><content type='html'>No sábado estivemos em arrumações no meu quarto. Estive a ver os meus brinquedos antigos e escolhi alguns para os meninos desafortunados (.. como diz o Ruca no episódio do Natal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio dos peluches encontrei um burro!!!!!!! Tem uma música, daqueles que se puxa um cordel e fica a tocar. E pronto! Lá pus o burro na minha cama. Às vezes quando acordo à noite lembro-me dele e puxo o cordel,… assim lá para as 4 da manhã :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4197071483596884229?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4197071483596884229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4197071483596884229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4197071483596884229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4197071483596884229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/arruma.html' title='Arrumações'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3280462372615281703</id><published>2008-10-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:30:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma cama como os grandes</title><content type='html'>Tenho uma cama nova.&lt;br /&gt;Com escadas e gavetas e com um burro. Sim, um burro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando um dia a mamã e o papá me disseram que iamos escolher uma cama nova e que ia ser muito gira e com escadas perguntei “E com um burro?”&lt;br /&gt;Olharam um para o outro e incrédulos disseram que sim (… pensando eles que me esquecia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A semana passada vieram entregar a cama. É como as-dos-grandes e é muito boa para o papá e a mamã me lerem histórias à noite. Quando estava pronta perguntei: “E o burro?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3280462372615281703?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3280462372615281703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3280462372615281703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3280462372615281703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3280462372615281703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/uma-cama-como-os-grandes.html' title='Uma cama como os grandes'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6213281576504723114</id><published>2008-10-16T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:47:42.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benvinda Leonor</title><content type='html'>As amigas da mamã andam todas de barriga.&lt;br /&gt;Esta madrugada houve uma que ficou mais magra :-)&lt;br /&gt;… e eu fiquei com mais uma menina para brincar!&lt;br /&gt;A Leonor nasceu hoje com 3kgs e tal (mais do que eu…. e também mais do que a barriga da Sofia fazia adivinhar).&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia vou conhecê-la e mostrar-lhe os meus dotes de galã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6213281576504723114?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6213281576504723114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6213281576504723114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6213281576504723114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6213281576504723114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/benvinda-leonor.html' title='Benvinda Leonor'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-8925298781886674937</id><published>2008-10-09T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:04:36.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TPC</title><content type='html'>Hoje fui para a escola orgulhoso do meu primeiro Trabalho para Casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SO3kzN0TWSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8ZN0s6Jv_uM/s1600-h/Familia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255107908744730914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SO3kzN0TWSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8ZN0s6Jv_uM/s200/Familia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-8925298781886674937?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8925298781886674937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=8925298781886674937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8925298781886674937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8925298781886674937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-meu-primeiro-trabalho-de-casa.html' title='TPC'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SO3kzN0TWSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8ZN0s6Jv_uM/s72-c/Familia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2141811363529172858</id><published>2008-10-06T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:31:10.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema do Outono</title><content type='html'>(e assim, de repente ao colo do meu Papá, contei o poema que a Professora Tânia nos ensinou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10&lt;br /&gt;O Outono tá a chigá&lt;br /&gt;O Velão foi embóla&lt;br /&gt;O ouhixo tá chigá (… achamos que é já abriu)&lt;br /&gt;As catanhas vão pa fóla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2141811363529172858?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2141811363529172858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2141811363529172858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2141811363529172858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2141811363529172858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/poema-do-outono.html' title='Poema do Outono'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-8039777286083290277</id><published>2008-10-06T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:11:47.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No buraquinho do sub whoofer</title><content type='html'>1 peça de lego&lt;br /&gt;1 bola saltitona&lt;br /&gt;1 chucha (a do leão)&lt;br /&gt;1 carrinho vermelho&lt;br /&gt;... e o Faísca :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mamã bem tentou tirar com a pinça da salada,.... mas sem sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o Papá vai conseguir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-8039777286083290277?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8039777286083290277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=8039777286083290277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8039777286083290277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8039777286083290277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-buraquinho-do-sub-whoofer.html' title='No buraquinho do sub whoofer'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4139264470385584380</id><published>2008-10-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:01:54.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XUPESA</title><content type='html'>Papá: Sabes quem vai fazer anos R.? É o Papá! Tens de comprar um presente.&lt;br /&gt;R: Já compámos!&lt;br /&gt;(diz ele com o seu ar maroto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papá: E o que é?&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: É surpresa, não é R?&lt;br /&gt;R: É Xupesa, Papá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papá: Conta lá, R. É um livro?&lt;br /&gt;R: É xupesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papá: São umas calças?&lt;br /&gt;R: É xupesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papá: É um desenho?&lt;br /&gt;R: Não, papá. É um rilógio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4139264470385584380?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4139264470385584380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4139264470385584380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4139264470385584380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4139264470385584380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/xupesa.html' title='XUPESA'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4372710166431763355</id><published>2008-10-03T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:58:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu novo brinquedo</title><content type='html'>O meu Papá comprou-me um Popo e tem sido uma diversão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa todos andamos,... até a Mamã e o Vasco ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu é que não gosto de tanta concorrência aos meus brionquedos e ontem quando a Mamã já se preparava para dar mais uma voltinha alertei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não, mamã! Tá tacionado!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SOX515cTp1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Qb5CCtk3U4/s1600-h/popoCriancas.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252879244745484114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SOX515cTp1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Qb5CCtk3U4/s200/popoCriancas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4372710166431763355?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4372710166431763355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4372710166431763355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4372710166431763355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4372710166431763355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-meu-novo-brinquedo.html' title='O meu novo brinquedo'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SOX515cTp1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Qb5CCtk3U4/s72-c/popoCriancas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6832002396963388426</id><published>2008-09-25T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:12:33.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soltas do fim de semana</title><content type='html'>"Papá foi no Vião a uma terra tabalhá e compá binquedos pó Ru"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ru bincou com Tia Shéla e com a Xofia, amiga da mamã"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(teleculinárias no carro da mamã)&lt;br /&gt;“Vó Calha, não mexe!!! É pá Vó Lipas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(às 7h25 de sábado)&lt;br /&gt;"Mamã, levanta-te! É táde!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no supermercado, ao lado da zona da peixaria)&lt;br /&gt;"Mamã, Ru não qué peixinho, Ru qué Bacalhau com Natas" (na perfeição!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6832002396963388426?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6832002396963388426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6832002396963388426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6832002396963388426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6832002396963388426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/09/soltas-do-fim-de-semana.html' title='Soltas do fim de semana'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1192325719571501482</id><published>2008-09-22T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:59:26.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Rachael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SNe2g6krCQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3Hg_94h7eGY/s1600-h/Rachel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248864567318743298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SNe2g6krCQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3Hg_94h7eGY/s200/Rachel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu era pequenino conheci uma amiga do papá e da mamã que se chama Guida. Ela vive longe, mas a mamã fala muitas vezes dela.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia contou-me que a Guida tinha uma barriga grande e que ia ter um bébé lá em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Na semana passada, no dia 17 Setembro, a barriga desapareceu e nasceu a Rachael, a minha nova amiga, com 2,9kgs e 50cm.&lt;br /&gt;É pena estarmos longe porque ia ensinar-lhe muitas coisas: dar chutos na bola, brincar com carrinhos e a música do Papolhé.&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/550705292852730257-1192325719571501482?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1192325719571501482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1192325719571501482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1192325719571501482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1192325719571501482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-rachel.html' title='Welcome Rachael'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SNe2g6krCQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3Hg_94h7eGY/s72-c/Rachel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3186216044798264364</id><published>2008-09-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:18:04.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rápida conclusão</title><content type='html'>Mamã: - “O Afonso e a mamã dele, a Catarina, vêm agora cá a casa”&lt;br /&gt;R: - “E Papá do Afonxo?”&lt;br /&gt;Mamã: - “Papá do Afonso não vem”&lt;br /&gt;R: - “Ah!... Papá do Afonso foi no Vião”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3186216044798264364?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3186216044798264364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3186216044798264364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3186216044798264364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3186216044798264364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/09/rpida-concluso.html' title='Rápida conclusão'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4023648417736739270</id><published>2008-09-22T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:59:55.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animais do Lago</title><content type='html'>Fomiga&lt;br /&gt;Papolhé&lt;br /&gt;Bulheta&lt;br /&gt;Bilhalhinha&lt;br /&gt;Figuinhoto (o meu preferido)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4023648417736739270?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4023648417736739270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4023648417736739270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4023648417736739270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4023648417736739270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/09/animais-do-lago.html' title='Animais do Lago'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1055561350716208393</id><published>2008-09-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:02:15.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Escola</title><content type='html'>Vou de bibe e de saco azul.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do bibe, gosto do saco azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da &lt;em&gt;pofechola&lt;/em&gt; Tânia – ensina-me músicas muito giras: &lt;em&gt;“Cateilo Pálo&lt;/em&gt;”, “Tio Manel tinha uma quinta” e a do “Pintinho Piu”. Ensina-me o &lt;em&gt;Pu Favô&lt;/em&gt; e a sentar à chinês.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da Ginástica: vou de calções, imito o urso (andar de 4 patas) na relva da escola, corro e dou pulinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À tarde durmo a sesta, as meninas fazem óó.&lt;br /&gt;Lá em casa ainda não perceberam o que quero dizer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chego a casa conto tudo o que comi direitinho:&lt;br /&gt;Ao almoço é sempre carninha e massinha :-) (mesmo quando a professora diz à mamã que foi peixe). Gosto muito da maçã e da &lt;em&gt;melachia&lt;/em&gt;. Só não gosto quando é gelatina.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem comi sopa de letras e bolinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Ao lanche adoro a sandes de &lt;em&gt;fiambe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite não há meninos na escola, nem &lt;em&gt;pofechola&lt;/em&gt; Tânia.&lt;br /&gt;Ao sábado e ao domingo também não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1055561350716208393?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1055561350716208393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1055561350716208393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1055561350716208393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1055561350716208393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/09/da-escola.html' title='Da Escola'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6138233459155628742</id><published>2008-09-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:41:42.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outo e Outo e Outo e Outo</title><content type='html'>Na semana passada estava eu já deitado e entra no quarto a mamã à caça de mais um beijinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) - Dorme bem, R. Mamã veio dar um beijinho.&lt;br /&gt;(R)  - &lt;em&gt;Ru já deu!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) - Eu sei, mas a mamã quer outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sento-me na cama e começo a contar pelos dedos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(R) - &lt;em&gt;... outo e outo e outo e outo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6138233459155628742?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6138233459155628742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6138233459155628742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6138233459155628742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6138233459155628742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/09/outo-e-outo-e-outo-e-outo.html' title='Outo e Outo e Outo e Outo'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-5970052845097963654</id><published>2008-09-02T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:37:51.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papá, Fata o dez!</title><content type='html'>Já sei contar até Dez.  E por isso sei que o Dez é o último.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora quando ainda falta o último (...qualquer coisa) digo: &lt;em&gt;Papá, Fata o dez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(falta uma última história antes de dormir!) - Papá, fata o dez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(falta um bocadinho de sumo no fundo do copo) - Papá, fata o dez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-5970052845097963654?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5970052845097963654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=5970052845097963654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5970052845097963654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5970052845097963654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/09/pap-fata-o-dez.html' title='Papá, Fata o dez!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-8763631680779766599</id><published>2008-08-21T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:44:51.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde está a Pêta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixei a minha pêta na casa dos avós na aldeia e desde sábado à noite que durmo sem ela. Os papás dizem que já sou crescido e não preciso, mas de vez em quando lembro-me dela e pergunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem vi esta fotografia e fiquei com saudades... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SK1Uo026QLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/j_EoBhIMKP8/s1600-h/2008-07-21+Ferias+Algarve+(1026).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236935002062209202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SK1Uo026QLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/j_EoBhIMKP8/s320/2008-07-21+Ferias+Algarve+(1026).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-8763631680779766599?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8763631680779766599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=8763631680779766599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8763631680779766599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8763631680779766599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/onde-est-pta.html' title='Onde está a Pêta?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SK1Uo026QLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/j_EoBhIMKP8/s72-c/2008-07-21+Ferias+Algarve+(1026).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2843705914665332827</id><published>2008-08-19T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:37:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias do Nino</title><content type='html'>O papá é um grande inventor de histórias. Todos os dias conta-me histórias de um menino que vive numa casa em cima de uma árvore e que tem muitos amigos: o leão e a tuta e a coba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa é o que mais gosto: as paredes são feitas de bolachas. Dentro do frigorífico há muitos sumos e debaixo da cama: iogurtes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as histórias acabam comigo a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;“Papá,… outa tólhia Nino”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2843705914665332827?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2843705914665332827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2843705914665332827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2843705914665332827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2843705914665332827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/histrias-do-nino.html' title='Histórias do Nino'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3862046058854615769</id><published>2008-08-18T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:42:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas mãos da Inês</title><content type='html'>Depois do primeiro ano e meio em que não precisei de cortar o cabelo, e do segundo em que o meu pai fazia de barbeiro durante o banho, decidiram lá em casa que já era hora de ir ao cabeleireiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaram a convencer-me para ir ao “Escovinhas” e eu andava entusiasmado até que quando lá chegámos batemos com o nariz na porta: “Fechado durante o mês de Agosto”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já desiludido com esta história do Escovinhas e com vários caracóis a despendearem o meu cabelo, rumámos a Norte e tivemos um encontro com a minha prima Inês, que além de simpática e paciente,… também trabalha no Escovinhas (… dizem os meus papás)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi. Na casa da Tia Fernanda e sob o olhar atento de vários primos que tive o meu primeiro encontro com uma tesoura de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, pareço um rapazinho!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, Inês!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SKlR4msOfPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kFE2lnJhcVg/s1600-h/Img160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235806074695482610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SKlR4msOfPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kFE2lnJhcVg/s320/Img160.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3862046058854615769?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3862046058854615769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3862046058854615769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3862046058854615769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3862046058854615769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/nas-mos-da-ins.html' title='Nas mãos da Inês'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SKlR4msOfPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kFE2lnJhcVg/s72-c/Img160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1046887716955216242</id><published>2008-08-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:07:52.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo eu, indo eu...</title><content type='html'>... a caminho da Aldeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui de comboio com o Papá. Ele diz que me portei muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um desenho para dar ao Vô Nano (... porque ele faz anos) e vi muitas coisas novas pela janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei fiquei muito contente. A aldeia, os mús e os més, os primos, o ar livre.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de aqui estar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1046887716955216242?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1046887716955216242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1046887716955216242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1046887716955216242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1046887716955216242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/indo-eu-indo-eu.html' title='Indo eu, indo eu...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7248946001708779880</id><published>2008-08-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:30:14.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apresento-vos o VASCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJsnR-y1VtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DviWF9rSwEg/s1600-h/VASCO+-+13+semanas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231818581988431570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJsnR-y1VtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DviWF9rSwEg/s320/VASCO+-+13+semanas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há já algum tempo que me contaram que a mamã tem um “bébé na bahiga”. Mas como a mamã é elegante :-) continuo sem perceber muito bem onde é que ele está…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de irmos de férias descobri que vou ter um mano. E que se vai chamar BACO. BÉBÉ BACO.&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;Vou-lhe ensinar muitas coisas: a brincar aos carrinhos e a dar chutos na bola. Que o leão faz "bahhh" e o passarinho "piu-piu". Que no Verão faz calor e vamos à praia, e que no Inverno ficamos em casa no quentinho a ver o Noddy e o Ruca e o Bob, o Constructor. Que vai poder visitar a casa da aldeia com os avós Nano e Tita e ver os mús e os coelhinhos. Que vai ter um Tio que gosta de brincar ao cu-cu. Que as pipocas é o melhor que há,... a seguir ao chouriço e ao pão. Que tem uma avó velhinha que vai gostar de conhecer. Que a Avó Cá lhe vai fazer lençois e babetes e o Vô Uão mostrar o cão e o gato dos vizinhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os papás dizem que ainda falta muito…é só depois dos meus Anos e do Natal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... mas não sei o que isso quer dizer e fico à espera que o dia chegue.&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/550705292852730257-7248946001708779880?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7248946001708779880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7248946001708779880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7248946001708779880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7248946001708779880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/apresento-vos-o-vasco.html' title='Apresento-vos o VASCO'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJsnR-y1VtI/AAAAAAAAAYY/DviWF9rSwEg/s72-c/VASCO+-+13+semanas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7447878751225187374</id><published>2008-08-07T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:18:23.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias à beira-mar</title><content type='html'>Fomos a banhos ao Algarve. A praia estava boa, não tive medo das ondas… mas o que gostei mais foi da “pexina” onde dei grandes mergulhos (com e sem braçadeiras…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7c3Hur7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/bTQ4R8BCO6M/s1600-h/IMG_7454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231700021651353522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7c3Hur7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/bTQ4R8BCO6M/s320/IMG_7454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7c_loW9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/uKlRbpfKHy0/s1600-h/IMG_7633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231700023924251602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7c_loW9I/AAAAAAAAAX4/uKlRbpfKHy0/s320/IMG_7633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Brinquei muito com a “Anxica” e todos os dias tinhamos várias sessões do “é meo!”,”é minha!”. Nas pipocas não havia discussão,… eram muitas! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7c4IwIyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yB_empgNETY/s1600-h/IMG_7788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231700021924078370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7c4IwIyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yB_empgNETY/s320/IMG_7788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;De manhã eu e a “Anxica” comiamos pão com “A Vaca que ri” e o Diogo ainda nos dava uns chocapics… Viamos o Ruca na televisão, protector 50 e lá iamos nós para a praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz castelos de areia com a mamã e joguei à bola com o papá. A mamã bem quis que eu provasse Bola de Berlim…. mas eu continuo a preferir o meu “Oguto”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o Diogo aprendi que existem carros telecomandados e playstations – também foi com ele que vi o “Panda fá dó-dói”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq9S2Qj9KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/t-Kw2olKDFk/s1600-h/IMG_7508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231702048644527266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq9S2Qj9KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/t-Kw2olKDFk/s320/IMG_7508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Iniciei-me nas teatrices com o Diogo e o outro Diogo. Fiz de fantasma (só tinha de correr à frente dos caça-fantasmas D. e D.) e outra vez fiz de Ovelha (apareci no fim e disse: mé!) Todos se riam muito com os nossos teatros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tenho saudades, ... para o ano há mais!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7dG5zfVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BLlUQxGDvuo/s1600-h/IMG_7778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231700025887915346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7dG5zfVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BLlUQxGDvuo/s320/IMG_7778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7447878751225187374?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7447878751225187374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7447878751225187374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7447878751225187374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7447878751225187374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/frias-beira-mar.html' title='Férias à beira-mar'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJq7c3Hur7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/bTQ4R8BCO6M/s72-c/IMG_7454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7658072349637857615</id><published>2008-08-06T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:09:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamanhos</title><content type='html'>Para mim só há “Alto, Alto” e “Canino”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vi um Cacol Alto, Alto”&lt;br /&gt;“Btata fita canina à mamã e btata fita alto, alto ao Ru”&lt;br /&gt;"Olha papá,... um baco alto, alto"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7658072349637857615?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7658072349637857615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7658072349637857615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7658072349637857615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7658072349637857615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/tamanhos.html' title='Tamanhos'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-8254034159281935573</id><published>2008-08-05T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:19:34.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deixar as fraldas...</title><content type='html'>“Péxa, péxa… Ru tem xixi”&lt;br /&gt;“Baxio não! Xanita!”&lt;br /&gt;“Xixi foi baxo áua!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Fata o papel tético…”&lt;br /&gt;“Ru fez um cócó alto, alto”&lt;br /&gt;“Mamã!... Pilinha Ru tem um buaco”&lt;br /&gt;“Mamã tem pipi, Ru tem pilinha. Papá tamén”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor:&lt;br /&gt;“Xójinho, mamã! Xou un ómi”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-8254034159281935573?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8254034159281935573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=8254034159281935573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8254034159281935573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8254034159281935573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/deixar-as-fraldas.html' title='deixar as fraldas...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6621906375962857613</id><published>2008-08-05T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T04:44:28.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outro Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJg8ycV0Y0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/iiMCTdkhgdU/s1600-h/fotocapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230997804489663298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJg8ycV0Y0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/iiMCTdkhgdU/s320/fotocapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ru quê vê o Panda fá dó-dói"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6621906375962857613?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6621906375962857613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6621906375962857613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6621906375962857613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6621906375962857613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/08/outro-panda.html' title='outro Panda'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SJg8ycV0Y0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/iiMCTdkhgdU/s72-c/fotocapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4514567521689459592</id><published>2008-07-15T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:14:08.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meios de transporte by R.</title><content type='html'>Cao&lt;br /&gt;Mota&lt;br /&gt;Icleta&lt;br /&gt;Aião&lt;br /&gt;Vião&lt;br /&gt;Tótucáo&lt;br /&gt;Etético&lt;br /&gt;Ticopto&lt;br /&gt;Baco&lt;br /&gt;Tátô&lt;br /&gt;Cabadóla&lt;br /&gt;Comóio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4514567521689459592?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4514567521689459592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4514567521689459592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4514567521689459592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4514567521689459592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/07/meios-de-transporte-by-r.html' title='Meios de transporte by R.'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3226967638625363641</id><published>2008-07-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:59:34.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabichão</title><content type='html'>Já percebi que é muito mais giro estar acordado do que ir fazer óó. Quando chega a hora de ir para a cama arranjo mil desculpas (outa tólia? lavar dentis?...) Depois deito-me e quando os papás já estão na sala vou chamando, um de cada vez, para lhes dar umas novidades. As de ontem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho um dói dói novo na perna&lt;br /&gt;- Quero ir fazer xi xi&lt;br /&gt;- Olha,… descolei estes bonecos que estavam na parede!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Consigo ler a minha almofada que diz: BENFIQUISTA DORMINHOCO. Leio assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B de Benfica&lt;br /&gt;E de Pooh (elefante)&lt;br /&gt;N de vô Nano&lt;br /&gt;F do Papá&lt;br /&gt;I é o 1&lt;br /&gt;Q do quáquá&lt;br /&gt;U de Urxo&lt;br /&gt;I é o 1&lt;br /&gt;S de Papolhé&lt;br /&gt;T de vó Tita&lt;br /&gt;A de Ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D de Donato&lt;br /&gt;O de óó&lt;br /&gt;R de Ru&lt;br /&gt;M de Miana&lt;br /&gt;I é o 1&lt;br /&gt;N de vô Nano&lt;br /&gt;H de Ticopto&lt;br /&gt;O de óó&lt;br /&gt;C de vó Cá&lt;br /&gt;O de óó&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3226967638625363641?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3226967638625363641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3226967638625363641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3226967638625363641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3226967638625363641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/07/sabicho.html' title='Sabichão'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-826937351860228793</id><published>2008-07-08T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:49:33.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias com o Francisco</title><content type='html'>Desde o dia 1 tenho o meu amigo &lt;em&gt;Anxisco&lt;/em&gt; lá em casa para brincar comigo. Quando ele chega de manhã fico logo muito contente e à noite quando me vou deitar pergunto se amanhã ele ainda vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;Aniana&lt;/em&gt; andou um bocado atrapalhada nos primeiros dias com as nossas correrias, brincadeiras e maratonas a ver o Ruca na TV. E o &lt;em&gt;Anxisco&lt;/em&gt; é um espertalhão,.. os meus pais dizem que esta semana até já sei dizer mais coisas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fico irritado quando vamos jogar à bola e ele consegue dar uns chutos para mais longe do que os meus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena vai ser quando esta semana acabar…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-826937351860228793?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/826937351860228793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=826937351860228793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/826937351860228793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/826937351860228793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/07/dias-com-o-francisco.html' title='Dias com o Francisco'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6972337153323778515</id><published>2008-07-08T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:30:46.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogumelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SHMlpZn2uEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/m8dJrKfpoio/s1600-h/mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220557786235451458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SHMlpZn2uEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/m8dJrKfpoio/s320/mushrooms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carninha, xim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cumelho, não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6972337153323778515?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6972337153323778515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6972337153323778515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6972337153323778515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6972337153323778515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/07/cogumelo.html' title='Cogumelo'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SHMlpZn2uEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/m8dJrKfpoio/s72-c/mushrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-450099889496065596</id><published>2008-07-07T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:31:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SHI2sK3_G5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/HnYirBBQHYI/s1600-h/IMG_7350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220295050537147282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SHI2sK3_G5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/HnYirBBQHYI/s320/IMG_7350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-450099889496065596?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/450099889496065596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=450099889496065596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/450099889496065596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/450099889496065596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/07/cares.html' title='Carões'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SHI2sK3_G5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/HnYirBBQHYI/s72-c/IMG_7350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7068634264431040029</id><published>2008-06-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:40:10.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades gastronómicas</title><content type='html'>Arroz Chao Chao&lt;br /&gt;"Chauminga" de camarão&lt;br /&gt;Pipocas&lt;br /&gt;Cachupa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7068634264431040029?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7068634264431040029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7068634264431040029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7068634264431040029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7068634264431040029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/novidades-gastronmicas.html' title='Novidades gastronómicas'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2738868206104340575</id><published>2008-06-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:46:29.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A meia</title><content type='html'>Há 6 dias que a máquina não lava roupa lá em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi lá o senhor tentar arranjar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz ele ao telefone à minha mamã:&lt;br /&gt;“Ó minha senhora tinha uma meia pequenina a entupir o filtro!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2738868206104340575?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2738868206104340575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2738868206104340575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2738868206104340575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2738868206104340575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/meia.html' title='A meia'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1635780415540146012</id><published>2008-06-12T02:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:26:53.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUIXO</title><content type='html'>Alguém pode explicar à minha mãe o que quero dizer com PUIXO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chouriço?&lt;br /&gt;“Não, mamã!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso?&lt;br /&gt;“Não, mamã!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe isso?&lt;br /&gt;“Não, mamã!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e depois riu-me à gargalhada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1635780415540146012?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1635780415540146012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1635780415540146012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1635780415540146012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1635780415540146012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/puixo.html' title='PUIXO'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7586634029467336566</id><published>2008-06-12T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:26:00.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ver o jogo</title><content type='html'>R: “Mamã, mamã, mamã,… Papá tá lhi!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7586634029467336566?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7586634029467336566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7586634029467336566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7586634029467336566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7586634029467336566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ver-o-jogo.html' title='A ver o jogo'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1397286915137074330</id><published>2008-06-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:55:04.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma bandeira em cada casa</title><content type='html'>Temos uma Bandeira na janela da cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: - "É de Portugal, R..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:- " Não, mamã, não... Bfica!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1397286915137074330?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1397286915137074330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1397286915137074330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1397286915137074330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1397286915137074330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-bandeira-em-cada-casa.html' title='Uma bandeira em cada casa'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2506430442527232776</id><published>2008-06-09T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:48:53.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelado não... Epá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SE0KfagXOII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uAEodV4QUPc/s1600-h/2212375_lar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209831878744815746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SE0KfagXOII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uAEodV4QUPc/s320/2212375_lar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2506430442527232776?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2506430442527232776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2506430442527232776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2506430442527232776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2506430442527232776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/gelado-no-ep.html' title='Gelado não... Epá!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SE0KfagXOII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uAEodV4QUPc/s72-c/2212375_lar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4772938121775910770</id><published>2008-06-09T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:46:59.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já nasceu o Pinguim</title><content type='html'>O papá e a mamã deram-me na semana passada um ovo e disseram que lá dentro estava um pinguim bebé e que qualquer dia ia nascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pusemos o Ovo num aquário (o bule de chá da mamã) e ficámos à espera. À espera, à espera,… até que passados quase 2 dias partiu-se a casca e lá de dentro saiu uma cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei de manhã e vi a cabeça do pinguim, dei uns pulinhos :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais 2 ou 3 dias, o resto da casca partiu-se e o pinguim lá conseguiu sair. Está lá no meu aquário-bule mais uns dias até ficar um bocadinho mais crescido. Depois tem de secar para poder brincar com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora cada pessoa que vai lá a casa a primeira coisa que faço é ir mostrar o meu pinguim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4772938121775910770?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4772938121775910770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4772938121775910770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4772938121775910770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4772938121775910770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/j-nasceu-o-pinguim.html' title='Já nasceu o Pinguim'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7559192886436951856</id><published>2008-06-04T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T03:54:45.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou como o Rui</title><content type='html'>Não há cá misturas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se no prato tenho massinhas e carninha... primeiro como as massinhas e depois a carninha :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7559192886436951856?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7559192886436951856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7559192886436951856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7559192886436951856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7559192886436951856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/06/sou-como-o-rui.html' title='Sou como o Rui'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-8928631739916430271</id><published>2008-05-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:27:42.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavar os dentes</title><content type='html'>Quando é hora de ir para a cama já sei o que devo fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro vou à sala e começo a arrastar uma das cadeiras da mesa de jantar. Vou arrastando, arrastando,… até que a consigo pôr na casa de banho à frente do lavatório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pego no meu copinho. A mamã põe a pasta na minha escova. Encho o copinho com água da torneira. Molho a escova no copinho e ponho a escova na boca – como a pasta. (hum… que docinha!)&lt;br /&gt;Depois é que começo a lavar os dentes. E também gosto de lavar a língua :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim é a parte engraçada. A mamã a dizer que tenho de cuspir e eu a engolir tudo. Eh eh eh sou um malandreco!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-8928631739916430271?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8928631739916430271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=8928631739916430271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8928631739916430271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8928631739916430271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/05/lavar-os-dentes.html' title='Lavar os dentes'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1203176569377834652</id><published>2008-05-27T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:15:56.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A história do Cuco</title><content type='html'>Há um amigo dos meus avós que sempre que me encontra, me vem contar histórias do Cuco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cuco chega a casa dele e bate com o bico na janela. Diz: “Piti, Piti… abre a janela porque tenho um recado para o R.” Todas as vezes tem histórias diferentes para me contar e eu ouço com muita atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez não tive vergonha e mandei-lhe um beijinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1203176569377834652?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1203176569377834652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1203176569377834652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1203176569377834652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1203176569377834652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/05/histria-do-cuco.html' title='A história do Cuco'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-974305170697014689</id><published>2008-05-26T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:02:37.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ánni e páxa</title><content type='html'>Não é muito parecido, mas digam lá que é fácil dizer Jenny e especialmente Ralf….&lt;br /&gt;Haviam de ver, eu dizia páxa e a minha mãe olhava para mim com uma cara estranha a perguntar “o quê?”. Eu ria à gargalhada porque sabia perfeitamente que páxa estava errado,.. mas era como eu conseguia dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fim-de-semana tivemos visitas lá em casa: falavam uma língua estranha como no Baby TV e na maioria das vezes não percebiam o que eu dizia. Mas foi divertido :-) principalmente com a minha amiga ánni que me dava atenção e brincava com as bolas coloridas que tenho no quarto.&lt;br /&gt;O páxa trouxe-me uma bola para eu dar chutos quando vou ao parque com o papá e uns gummy bears que não comi, …. mas que já acabaram :-) eh eh eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-974305170697014689?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/974305170697014689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=974305170697014689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/974305170697014689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/974305170697014689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/05/nni-e-pxa.html' title='ánni e páxa'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3130927549682988031</id><published>2008-05-20T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:55:03.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirilampos em Galamares</title><content type='html'>Olha, Papá, Olha,.... UAUUUU :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3130927549682988031?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3130927549682988031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3130927549682988031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3130927549682988031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3130927549682988031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/05/pirilampos-em-galamares.html' title='Pirilampos em Galamares'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4067450062229748184</id><published>2008-05-19T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:03:32.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto mesmo de Chouriço</title><content type='html'>Depois do Pão com chouriço ao almoço e das rodelas de chouriço na varanda ao fim da tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Outa?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4067450062229748184?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4067450062229748184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4067450062229748184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4067450062229748184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4067450062229748184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/05/gosto-mesmo-de-chourio.html' title='Gosto mesmo de Chouriço'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1212478180929675463</id><published>2008-05-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:01:12.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é que tu amas, R.?</title><content type='html'>(depois de muito treino…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo a Mamã&lt;br /&gt;Amo o Papá&lt;br /&gt;Amo o RU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1212478180929675463?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1212478180929675463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1212478180929675463' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Na semana passada ele foi-me visitar e escondi-me debaixo da mesa, enquanto o chamava:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…..Tio Teeeeeeedooooooo....”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-183962703334568568?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/183962703334568568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=183962703334568568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/183962703334568568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/183962703334568568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/05/tio-tdo.html' title='Tio Têdo'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-9156814529851707688</id><published>2008-05-05T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:41:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contar...</title><content type='html'>UUUM&lt;br /&gt;DOX&lt;br /&gt;TÊS&lt;br /&gt;CATO&lt;br /&gt;XINCO&lt;br /&gt;XEI&lt;br /&gt;ETE&lt;br /&gt;OITO&lt;br /&gt;NOV&lt;br /&gt;DEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) sozinho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-9156814529851707688?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/9156814529851707688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=9156814529851707688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/9156814529851707688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/9156814529851707688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/05/contar.html' title='Contar...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7311912795959295050</id><published>2008-04-29T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:25:40.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turista em Lisboa</title><content type='html'>No sábado fomos passear a Lisboa. É uma cidade muito grande e muito bonita. Nunca tinha visto tantos carros e autocarros, e tantas pessoas a andar na rua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pais levaram-me a andar de IÉTICO… foi uma emoção! E depois, cada Iético que passava, lá estava eu a apontar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SBdKuncMuzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xPy2wiV_vg0/s1600-h/IMG_6459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194702859916852018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SBdKuncMuzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xPy2wiV_vg0/s320/IMG_6459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;No miradouro da Graça vi o Castelo e a Ponte. E depois deitei-me um bocadinho a descansar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SBdKvHcMu0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/vZnIATCOWA8/s1600-h/IMG_6498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194702868506786626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SBdKvHcMu0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/vZnIATCOWA8/s320/IMG_6498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Passámos na Feira da Ladra e no Panteão. Almoçámos em Alfama e no fim do dia, já na Praça da Figueira, brinquei com as pombinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SBdKvXcMu1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/jIYkBJo-X-c/s1600-h/IMG_6573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194702872801753938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SBdKvXcMu1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/jIYkBJo-X-c/s320/IMG_6573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Que divertido que foi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7311912795959295050?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7311912795959295050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7311912795959295050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7311912795959295050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7311912795959295050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/turista-em-lisboa.html' title='Turista em Lisboa'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SBdKuncMuzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xPy2wiV_vg0/s72-c/IMG_6459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4733750739045446740</id><published>2008-04-28T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:19:38.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob o pôr-do-sol de Sta Susana</title><content type='html'>De repente apareci na cozinha a gritar de alegria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- CAQUICA ACOCOU!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tradução: Francisca acordou!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4733750739045446740?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4733750739045446740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4733750739045446740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4733750739045446740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4733750739045446740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/sob-o-pr-do-sol-de-sta-susana.html' title='Sob o pôr-do-sol de Sta Susana'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-5018468998486145864</id><published>2008-04-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:59:29.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bébé Aspá</title><content type='html'>Fui visitar o Bebé Aspá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portei-me muito bem. Levei umas flores para dar à Ana Ita, mas quando cheguei fiquei com um bocadinho de vergonha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Aspá é mesmo muito pequenino. A mamã disse-me que vou poder brincar com ele quando crescer mais um bocadinho. Eu bem tentei ontem, mas ele não me ligou nenhuma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostrei-lhe o meu Papolhé: o meu sapo que tem uma língua grande estica-encolhe. O Papolhé deu uns beijinhos no cabelo do Aspá e todos se riram muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois a Alda perguntou se eu queria um Iogurte,… e lá fui eu a correr para a cozinha. Iogurte e Pão alentejano com manteiga. Hum…. Que bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha mãe me pergunta se gostei de conhecer o Gaspar eu respondo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tim, mamã! Bébé Aspá Oguto Pão Eiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-5018468998486145864?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5018468998486145864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=5018468998486145864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5018468998486145864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5018468998486145864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/bb-asp.html' title='Bébé Aspá'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2148375739584257779</id><published>2008-04-24T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:30:16.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benvindo Gaspar!</title><content type='html'>Há duas semanas a &lt;strong&gt;Ana Ita&lt;/strong&gt; esteve na nossa casa a jantar com a mamã e a &lt;strong&gt;Tia Teia&lt;/strong&gt;. Tinha uma barriga muito grande e a barriga até se mexia…. elas queriam que eu pusesse a mão na barriga, mas eu disse: não, não, não…. (não me convencem facilmente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicaram-me bem e quando me perguntavam o que a &lt;strong&gt;Ana Ita&lt;/strong&gt; tinha dentro daquela barriga grande eu dizia: &lt;strong&gt;Bebé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem à noite nasceu o Gaspar! Vai ser muito meu amigo. O meu pai já combinou com o pai dele que vamos juntos para as escolinhas do Benfica.&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo é que vai ser :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2148375739584257779?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2148375739584257779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2148375739584257779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2148375739584257779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2148375739584257779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/benvindo-gaspar.html' title='Benvindo Gaspar!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4948061505236446508</id><published>2008-04-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:01:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dançar ao som da M80...</title><content type='html'>R:- &lt;em&gt;"Mamã malhuca"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4948061505236446508?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4948061505236446508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4948061505236446508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4948061505236446508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4948061505236446508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/danar-ao-som-da-m80.html' title='A dançar ao som da M80...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-9135344018659978688</id><published>2008-04-18T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:44:42.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha para mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... a fazer uma festinha ao cavalinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SAjPzRW3oFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/D_525EpwK68/s1600-h/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190627050284097618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SAjPzRW3oFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/D_525EpwK68/s320/PICT0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-9135344018659978688?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/9135344018659978688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=9135344018659978688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/9135344018659978688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/9135344018659978688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/olha-para-mim.html' title='Olha para mim...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/SAjPzRW3oFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/D_525EpwK68/s72-c/PICT0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6660026813827502905</id><published>2008-04-18T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:43:07.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já sei dizer!</title><content type='html'>GOOOOOO..... ICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e uns minutos mais tarde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOO..... ICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e depois fui dormir!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6660026813827502905?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6660026813827502905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6660026813827502905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6660026813827502905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6660026813827502905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/j-sei-dizer.html' title='Já sei dizer!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4303428979132380441</id><published>2008-04-18T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:39:49.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nº1 do TOP lá em casa</title><content type='html'>Como um macaco gosta de banana eu gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;... de banana!&lt;br /&gt;Escondi um cacho debaixo da cama e comi, comi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha macaca gira e bacana,&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso é que não me engana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o macaco gosta de banana eu gosto de ti :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4303428979132380441?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4303428979132380441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4303428979132380441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4303428979132380441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4303428979132380441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/n1-do-top-l-em-casa.html' title='nº1 do TOP lá em casa'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-304555166652067007</id><published>2008-04-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T03:03:53.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacol atrás da orelha</title><content type='html'>Dizem-me que tenho um cacol atrás da orelha.&lt;br /&gt;E outro em cima da cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... não sei como é que ele lá foi parar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-304555166652067007?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-8926782934104555129</id><published>2008-04-14T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:59:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soltas</title><content type='html'>(no jantar na casa do Alvarito, sentado à mesa como os grandes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Gostas da Paelha, R.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tim, Mamã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-8926782934104555129?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8926782934104555129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=8926782934104555129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8926782934104555129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8926782934104555129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/soltas.html' title='soltas'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7345676550813299187</id><published>2008-04-14T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:57:44.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papá Tátá</title><content type='html'>Quando acordei no domingo tive uma grande surpresa: o Papá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive muitas saudades dele.... nunca mais chegava.&lt;br /&gt;A mamã dizia que estava quase, mas o quase demora muito a passar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe-me um aviãozinho de madeira e um abracinho.&lt;br /&gt;Também me trouxe muitos beijinhos, daqueles que eu gosto ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7345676550813299187?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7345676550813299187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7345676550813299187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7345676550813299187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7345676550813299187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/pap-tt.html' title='Papá Tátá'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7510586791035969836</id><published>2008-04-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:50:10.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outras velas</title><content type='html'>Esta semana conheci um amigo novo – o André.&lt;br /&gt;Já o conhecia, mas não o via há muito tempo e por isso já não me lembrava muito bem dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi nos 30 anos do Miguel. A mamã levou-me e eu levei os meus carrinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Entrei com a minha cara de antipático/envergonhado e fiz logo muitos amigos :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O André é mais crescido do que eu: tem 3 anos e sabe brincar muito bem aos carrinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Também brincámos aos cu-cus debaixo da mesa e atrás das cortinas da sala. Limpámos o pó do chão de tanto rastejar e vimos O Rei Leão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O André já sabe dizer muitas coisas… eu expliquei-lhe que o Rei Leão faz Baaaaahhhhh e o elefante Uhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R_-VOg-2urI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LtEcNnsOELA/s1600-h/Img141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188029372358376114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R_-VOg-2urI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LtEcNnsOELA/s320/Img141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Depois do jantar o André pediu à mamã dele gelado de baunilha. E eu, que nunca quis provar, decidi imitar os grandes e também quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, Mamã, Uau!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim dissemos adeus. Eu já no carro e ele do lado de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Gostaste de brincar com o André, R?&lt;br /&gt;- Tim, Tim, Andé Tim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7510586791035969836?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7510586791035969836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7510586791035969836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7510586791035969836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7510586791035969836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/outras-velas.html' title='outras velas'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R_-VOg-2urI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LtEcNnsOELA/s72-c/Img141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1847021198320815815</id><published>2008-04-11T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:30:26.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velas e Chouriço</title><content type='html'>Nos anos do Bô Uão foram muitas as novidades…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Jantar à luz de velas (…tal era a escuridão no bairro inteiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Chouriço do Arroz de Pato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro Arroz de Pato e nunca tinha percebido aquelas rodelinhas …&lt;br /&gt;Até que ao jantar vi o Pipe (…agora já não é pêpê) a tirar as rodelinhas para o prato dele. Quis experimentar, mas a mamã não estava com muita vontade. Insisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum… é tão bom!  Agora já não me enganam outra vez ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1847021198320815815?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1847021198320815815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1847021198320815815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1847021198320815815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1847021198320815815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/velas-e-chourio.html' title='Velas e Chouriço'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4016460362342404764</id><published>2008-04-07T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:15:32.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPOLHÉ</title><content type='html'>O Avô Cantigas tem uma música que eu gosto muito. É a do PAPOLHÉ.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me ensinou foi a minha mamã e eu já vou cantando à minha maneira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sapo Sarapicolé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O PAPO….LHÉ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mora na Lagoa, mas não molha o pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;….AGOA NÃO …..O PÉ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vem a rã, Sarapicolá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;….Ã …..ÓLHÁ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não lava o pé, sai daqui já&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…O PÉ……JÁ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarapicolé, vai lavar o pé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULHÉ ….. O PÈ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai que chulé, ai que chulé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHULÉ…. CHULÉ…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4016460362342404764?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4016460362342404764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4016460362342404764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4016460362342404764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4016460362342404764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/papolh.html' title='PAPOLHÉ'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-320436017440103988</id><published>2008-04-04T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:35:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>Chegou a Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos ao Parque ao fim da tarde. Corri atrás das pombinhas, fui ver os patos.&lt;br /&gt;Desci no escorrega e andei nos baloiços.&lt;br /&gt;Quando íamos embora, fui a um canteiro e roubei uma margarida para a mamã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(estas coisas que o papá me ensina…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R_X2CA0J07I/AAAAAAAAAWg/HXWPQwc2stg/s1600-h/Img139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185321060425913266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R_X2CA0J07I/AAAAAAAAAWg/HXWPQwc2stg/s200/Img139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R_X2CA0J07I/AAAAAAAAAWg/HXWPQwc2stg/s1600-h/Img139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-320436017440103988?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/320436017440103988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=320436017440103988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/320436017440103988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/320436017440103988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/04/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R_X2CA0J07I/AAAAAAAAAWg/HXWPQwc2stg/s72-c/Img139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3995155460603877273</id><published>2008-03-31T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:00:18.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce de Asneira</title><content type='html'>Este fim de semana fomos jantar a casa da Catarina. A meio do jantar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: - Mamã, Mamã, Mamã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: - Já vou R., agora estou a conversar com a Catarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: - Mamã, Mamã, Mamã&lt;br /&gt;R: - Cá cá cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente consegui mostrar à mamã a rica asneira que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;De pé, em cima de uma cadeirinha na cozinha, consegui pôr o esfregão da louça ainda com detergente mesmo dentro da taça do leite creme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não houve sobremesa para ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginam a cara da minha mãe…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3995155460603877273?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3995155460603877273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3995155460603877273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3995155460603877273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3995155460603877273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/doce-de-asneira.html' title='Doce de Asneira'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1896573844479607320</id><published>2008-03-27T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:22:08.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tal pai, Tal filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-uRYg0J04I/AAAAAAAAAWI/uDs8GghxsKE/s1600-h/IMG_6158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182395646531457922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-uRYg0J04I/AAAAAAAAAWI/uDs8GghxsKE/s320/IMG_6158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1896573844479607320?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1896573844479607320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1896573844479607320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1896573844479607320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1896573844479607320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/tal-pai-tal-filho.html' title='Tal pai, Tal filho'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-uRYg0J04I/AAAAAAAAAWI/uDs8GghxsKE/s72-c/IMG_6158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6782753621287300246</id><published>2008-03-26T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:43:29.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas ondas...</title><content type='html'>... com o Papá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-p8dA0J02I/AAAAAAAAAV4/EO9UZ_9eAVA/s1600-h/IMG_5952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182091159119975266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-p8dA0J02I/AAAAAAAAAV4/EO9UZ_9eAVA/s320/IMG_5952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;e a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-p8dw0J03I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ioMrmXt189M/s1600-h/IMG_5980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182091172004877170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-p8dw0J03I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ioMrmXt189M/s320/IMG_5980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mamã&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6782753621287300246?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6782753621287300246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6782753621287300246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6782753621287300246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6782753621287300246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/nas-ondas.html' title='Nas ondas...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-p8dA0J02I/AAAAAAAAAV4/EO9UZ_9eAVA/s72-c/IMG_5952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-200479851145920422</id><published>2008-03-24T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:10:19.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aventuras a 18.000 pés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-kx3g0J01I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2xRKGI1OfTI/s1600-h/IMG_5174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181727676037714770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-kx3g0J01I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2xRKGI1OfTI/s200/IMG_5174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus papás já me tinham dito há uns dias que iamos à praia e que eu ia dar mergulhos e fazer castelos de areia. Dizia que sim,... mas não percebia bem porque ainda estava frio e eu bem sei que a praia é no calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia de manhã acordámos e fomos para o aeroporto. Vi muitos "viões" e tive uma grande surpresa quando começamos a entrar num que estava paradinho na pista. Que grande que era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois foram 10 horas até chegarmos a um País de tempo quente e gente simpática. Portei-me muito bem; li livros, pintei, fiz puzzles, contei histórias, li vários folhetos incluíndo o das regras de segurança, da makro e do intermarché. Enfim, tudo o que pudesse ocupar o meu tempo. Tivemos várias aventuras quando fui com a mamã à casa de banho: mudar a minha fralda em cima da sanita, ou lavar as mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando chegámos valeu bem a pena...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-200479851145920422?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/200479851145920422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=200479851145920422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/200479851145920422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/200479851145920422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/aventuras-18000-p.html' title='Aventuras a 18.000 pés'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-kx3g0J01I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2xRKGI1OfTI/s72-c/IMG_5174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7576486188183657968</id><published>2008-03-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T07:43:35.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiras letras e números</title><content type='html'>No Natal recebi um puzzle com várias letras e números. Como não podia levar todos para as férias, levei uns ao calhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o O de ÓÓ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o G de Gato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o 8 (que é parecido com "outo")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o 9, que vem a seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o D de Donato (o gato do Avô Cantigas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o C de Avó Carla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o F, que é a letra do papá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o R, que é a minha letra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7576486188183657968?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7576486188183657968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7576486188183657968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7576486188183657968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7576486188183657968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/primeiras-letras-e-nmeros.html' title='Primeiras letras e números'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2946426962960984856</id><published>2008-03-23T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:50:59.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B de Brasil. B de muito Bom.</title><content type='html'>Calor. Chinelos. Chapéu.&lt;br /&gt;Praia de água quente. Areia branca.&lt;br /&gt;Jogar à bola. Castelos de areia.&lt;br /&gt;Moqueca. Casquinha de siri. Bóbó de camarão.&lt;br /&gt;"ele é bom dje boca, meismo!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhos. Alguns pirolitos.&lt;br /&gt;Com braçadeiras. Sem braçadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sucos. Iogurte de palhinha. Pão de queijo.&lt;br /&gt;Protector 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-fTCA0J0yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cQWKLSFJlSA/s1600-h/IMG_5737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181341927844991778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-fTCA0J0yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cQWKLSFJlSA/s320/IMG_5737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;O melhor: os meus Pais a 100% para mim.&lt;br /&gt;O papá ensinou-me que as formigas podem ser muito grandes e sobem as paredes mais altas.&lt;br /&gt;A mamã mostrou-me o barulho dos grilos, que só aparecem de noite, porque durante o dia estão a dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2946426962960984856?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2946426962960984856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2946426962960984856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2946426962960984856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2946426962960984856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/b-de-brasil-b-de-muito-bom.html' title='B de Brasil. B de muito Bom.'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-fTCA0J0yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cQWKLSFJlSA/s72-c/IMG_5737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6891186102366167495</id><published>2008-03-20T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:25:05.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programa com o tio …. e a Patrícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-J54Q0J0tI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fTHR2JCF5l0/s1600-h/ruca+ao+vivo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179836528922841810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-J54Q0J0tI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fTHR2JCF5l0/s200/ruca%252Bao%252Bvivo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Tio convidou-me e eu fui todo contente.&lt;br /&gt;Disse “tchau, tchau” da janela do carro e lá fomos para o espectáculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portei-me muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Vi o Ruca, o Riscas e a Rosita.&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;/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;Fiquei ao colo da Patrícia, corri muito – quase deitei abaixo um stand de publicidade e cantei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… ruca&lt;br /&gt;… ruca&lt;br /&gt;… ruca&lt;br /&gt;… ou ê! (sou eu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando é o próximo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6891186102366167495?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6891186102366167495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6891186102366167495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6891186102366167495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6891186102366167495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/programa-com-o-tio-e-patrcia.html' title='Programa com o tio …. e a Patrícia'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-J54Q0J0tI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fTHR2JCF5l0/s72-c/ruca%252Bao%252Bvivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7982370176619853380</id><published>2008-03-19T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:25:21.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelinha lá no céu</title><content type='html'>Ontem perguntei à mamã onde estava o “mau”. Com um brilhozinho nos olhos ela respondeu-me que a Sheba tinha ficado com um dói-dói muito grande na barriga e que já não voltava – tinha-se transformado numa estrelinha lá no céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi com atenção e fiquei calado por uns momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me de como todos os dias de manhã já era eu que abria a porta para ela ir passear; do quanto gostava de lhe fazer festinhas e de, às vezes, lhe puxar o rabo; de brincar às escondidas e de a encontrar sempre dentro do meu armário, junto às minhas coisas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… de como me aceitou como um membro da família, desde o primeiro dia em que lhe fui roubar o colinho dos meus pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter muitas saudades do meu “mau”, mas sei que ela está bem acompanhada… bem pertinho da Lua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7982370176619853380?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7982370176619853380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7982370176619853380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7982370176619853380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7982370176619853380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/estrelinha-l-no-cu.html' title='Estrelinha lá no céu'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4529641960394216984</id><published>2008-03-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:17:18.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-E8c9X0F4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/b6EWk2A8vAg/s1600-h/XPQED717F6042FED61E13AEZKU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179487514661230466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-E8c9X0F4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/b6EWk2A8vAg/s320/XPQED717F6042FED61E13AEZKU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... gosto de ti até à LUA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4529641960394216984?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4529641960394216984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4529641960394216984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4529641960394216984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4529641960394216984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-E8c9X0F4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/b6EWk2A8vAg/s72-c/XPQED717F6042FED61E13AEZKU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-598630652582069748</id><published>2008-03-18T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:29:54.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trechos do Brasil</title><content type='html'>"Só porquê cê é bonitão, tá-me snobando?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-598630652582069748?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/598630652582069748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=598630652582069748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/598630652582069748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/598630652582069748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/trechos-do-brasil_18.html' title='trechos do Brasil'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-3982227779302468672</id><published>2008-03-18T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T03:40:19.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sms para os Avós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-AHrtX0F3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xIbauIRgKLw/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179148018971318130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-AHrtX0F3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xIbauIRgKLw/s320/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olá avós, estou muito feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro o Brasil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-3982227779302468672?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/3982227779302468672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=3982227779302468672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3982227779302468672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/3982227779302468672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/sms-para-os-avs.html' title='sms para os Avós'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-AHrtX0F3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xIbauIRgKLw/s72-c/Picture+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-7346516288781651783</id><published>2008-03-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:21:37.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre o Raul Maria....</title><content type='html'>recebemos a sms da mamã,... é francamente diferente da do pai babado :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É com muita baba que vos apresento o pequenino que me trouxe um novo significado à palavra amar. Rute mãe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou ansioso por conhecer este meu novo amiguinho :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-7346516288781651783?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/7346516288781651783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=7346516288781651783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7346516288781651783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/7346516288781651783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/ainda-sobre-o-raul-maria.html' title='Ainda sobre o Raul Maria....'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-6750272905218728399</id><published>2008-03-06T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:09:07.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns - a minha versão</title><content type='html'>... a óê&lt;br /&gt;.... eída&lt;br /&gt;.... ades&lt;br /&gt;....ida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-6750272905218728399?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/6750272905218728399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=6750272905218728399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6750272905218728399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/6750272905218728399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/parabns-minha-verso.html' title='Parabéns - a minha versão'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1678189082706273537</id><published>2008-03-03T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:56:41.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benvindo Raul Maria!</title><content type='html'>No sábado dia 1 Março recebemos a mensagem do pai babado: “Já nasceu 2,640kg 47 cm”. São engraçados os homens… Já nasceu e está tudo dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse a mãe escreveria o dia nasceu mais bonito, os passarinhos cantam, lindo como a mãe e que são uma família feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a mim já tenho a quem devolver o Porshe ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1678189082706273537?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1678189082706273537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1678189082706273537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1678189082706273537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1678189082706273537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/03/benvindo-raul-maria.html' title='Benvindo Raul Maria!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2091071157343642705</id><published>2008-02-26T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:42:21.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tractorices na varanda</title><content type='html'>Olha... tiraram-me os triciclos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULEFEpSI/AAAAAAAAATY/8LeNNAi4TLc/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171280452434306338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULEFEpSI/AAAAAAAAATY/8LeNNAi4TLc/s320/Varios+Jan08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Cu Cu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QVB0FEpYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/E07zoyq5qkw/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171281393032144258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QVB0FEpYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/E07zoyq5qkw/s320/Varios+Jan08+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Sai da frente,... sai da frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULUFEpUI/AAAAAAAAATo/L0BAspKNnHE/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171280456729273666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULUFEpUI/AAAAAAAAATo/L0BAspKNnHE/s320/Varios+Jan08+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Eu ensino: "Brum, brum..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QV6kFEpaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kv4BngUlN4g/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171282367989720482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QV6kFEpaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kv4BngUlN4g/s320/Varios+Jan08+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Podes levar o meu carrinho no triciclo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULkFEpVI/AAAAAAAAATw/0fDvBXDj4oc/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171280461024240978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULkFEpVI/AAAAAAAAATw/0fDvBXDj4oc/s320/Varios+Jan08+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULkFEpWI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4Th5cO6U5-k/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2091071157343642705?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2091071157343642705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2091071157343642705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2091071157343642705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2091071157343642705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/tractorices-na-varanda.html' title='Tractorices na varanda'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R8QULEFEpSI/AAAAAAAAATY/8LeNNAi4TLc/s72-c/Varios+Jan08+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-5336222238212745286</id><published>2008-02-26T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T03:26:52.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A História do capuchinho vermelho....</title><content type='html'>... e do UOBO MAU !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-5336222238212745286?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/5336222238212745286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=5336222238212745286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5336222238212745286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/5336222238212745286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/histria-do-capuchinho-vermelho.html' title='A História do capuchinho vermelho....'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4497393745008815836</id><published>2008-02-16T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:09:45.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu primeiro Porshe</title><content type='html'>Ontem fomos jantar a casa da Rute e do Raul. Ela tem uma barriga muito grande e parece que lá dentro está um bebé que se vai chamar … Raul. Podem imaginar a confusão que foi… :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comi sozinho sentado à mesa como os grandes. No fim da carninha e do arroz descobri um cestinho com tostinhas e a cada 5 minutos ia lá buscar uma ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levámos um presente para o bébé Raul e os meus pais disseram-me para entregar. Não estava muito convencido e a muito custo lá dei o embrulho. Pior foi quando ela o abriu: era um DooDoo lindo e limpinho e novo. Não se parecia nada com os meus 2 DooDoos velhotes. Tentei por várias vezes abrir a caixa para ver se o podia levar para casa ou pelo menos brincar com ele ali,… mas a minha mamã não deixou :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de algum tempo descobri um carro numa estante,… lá bem em cima onde não conseguia chegar. Pedi para brincar com ele e foi uma alegria. Anda bem rápido e é muito giro. O meu papá disse-me que era um Porshe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto brincar o carro já tem uns arranhões, menos um farolim e a placa da matrícula meio riscada. No fim da noite o Raul grande disse-me que podia levar o carro para brincar em casa. E assim foi. Levei-o, mas fica aqui prometido que quando o bebé Raul nascer vou-lhe devolver o Porshe que o pai dele me deu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4497393745008815836?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4497393745008815836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4497393745008815836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4497393745008815836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4497393745008815836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-meu-primeiro-porshe.html' title='O meu primeiro Porshe'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1233273765804417758</id><published>2008-02-15T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:13:48.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debaixo da mesa com a Tia Sheila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7XIM0FEpQI/AAAAAAAAATI/IKWTQpCf110/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167256269941417218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7XIM0FEpQI/AAAAAAAAATI/IKWTQpCf110/s320/Varios+Jan08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7XINUFEpRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/D1gUGKucykU/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167256278531351826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7XINUFEpRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/D1gUGKucykU/s320/Varios+Jan08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7XH9kFEpOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AKFoJ-uoSiI/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7XH90FEpPI/AAAAAAAAATA/Clbez7K28cs/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1233273765804417758?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1233273765804417758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1233273765804417758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1233273765804417758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1233273765804417758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/debaixo-da-mesa-com-tia-sheila.html' title='Debaixo da mesa com a Tia Sheila'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7XIM0FEpQI/AAAAAAAAATI/IKWTQpCf110/s72-c/Varios+Jan08+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-2165533877558225572</id><published>2008-02-11T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:53:24.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música em Almada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-Kfkw0J0uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Goy_ZwO_RCo/s1600-h/DSC_8838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179877975357248226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-Kfkw0J0uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Goy_ZwO_RCo/s320/DSC_8838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No sábado a Tia Sheila convidou-me para a "Música para meninos até 3 anos" em Almada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O que é que eles estão a fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão a imitar os animais, o leão, a cobra, a cegonha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... "os meninos não precisam de fazer, os adultos é que sim,....vão ver que mais cedo ou mais tarde eles vêm imitar"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi divertido ver a mamã e a Tia Sheila a imitarem o leão e o hipopótamo. Eu dancei e brinquei muito no colchão e com os puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Tia Sheila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-2165533877558225572?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/2165533877558225572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=2165533877558225572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2165533877558225572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/2165533877558225572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/msica-em-almada.html' title='Música em Almada'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R-Kfkw0J0uI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Goy_ZwO_RCo/s72-c/DSC_8838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-1143561559976203750</id><published>2008-02-11T01:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:48:44.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caneco</title><content type='html'>Todos sabem que para me conquistar basta um pedaço de pão. Mas o meu avô Fernando descobriu um ainda melhor: o Caneco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentados num banco, eu e o Avô Fernando a tomar um caneco: um copo de água e uns palitos salgados (... daqueles com sal grosso à superfície)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166507133155714226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7Me3UFEpLI/AAAAAAAAASg/-LreFaAUDSM/s320/Varios+Jan08+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7Me30FEpMI/AAAAAAAAASo/dkDIxM__Gog/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166507141745648834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7Me30FEpMI/AAAAAAAAASo/dkDIxM__Gog/s320/Varios+Jan08+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7Me4EFEpNI/AAAAAAAAASw/wx_r3ML79pE/s1600-h/Varios+Jan08+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166507146040616146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7Me4EFEpNI/AAAAAAAAASw/wx_r3ML79pE/s320/Varios+Jan08+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-1143561559976203750?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/1143561559976203750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=1143561559976203750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1143561559976203750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/1143561559976203750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/caneco.html' title='Caneco'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_ODF5F7NVg/R7Me3UFEpLI/AAAAAAAAASg/-LreFaAUDSM/s72-c/Varios+Jan08+248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-8479975275446820061</id><published>2008-02-11T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:31:17.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha amiga ANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Gosto de brincar com toda a gente, mas quem me enche as medidas sem dúvidas é a minha amiga Ana. O namorado dela, o Carlos, não gosta muito desta brincadeira :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Quando ela chega, abro logo o meu sorriso. Chamo-a para brincar comigo, vou logo mostrar os meus brinquedos novos, os meus livros e as minhas habilidades. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Ela brinca muito bem. Faz caretas, verdadeiros bigodes de pauzinhos, carrinhos rápidos de caricas, desenhos de casas e carros e árvores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Digo poucas palavras mas ANA sai perfeitamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Gosto muito da Ana. Se calhar é porque ainda me lembro que foi ela quem me ensinou “O Sapo não lava o pé” no meu primeiro Verao na costa vicentina.&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/550705292852730257-8479975275446820061?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/8479975275446820061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=8479975275446820061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8479975275446820061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/8479975275446820061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/minha-amiga-ana.html' title='A minha amiga ANA'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550705292852730257.post-4765913299563033174</id><published>2008-02-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:41:49.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulário</title><content type='html'>- UAU&lt;br /&gt;(quando a minha mamã aparece com uma roupa bonita, ou quando me dão uma pêra para comer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GÔ&lt;br /&gt;(bola: de tanto o meu papá me ensinar GOLO quando chuto na Bola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CÓ&lt;br /&gt;(quando me querem dar uma banana à dentada e eu insisto que quero cortada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ETI NÃO&lt;br /&gt;(não gosto deste programa, posso ver outro?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OUTA&lt;br /&gt;(outra música se faz favor, estou farto dessa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- UA e COL&lt;br /&gt;(como eu gosto da LUA e do SOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PÃO&lt;br /&gt;(na perfeição, ou não fosse este o meu prato preferido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TIM e NÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CACO&lt;br /&gt;(macaco,.. seria este o estado de espírito do Verão?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ÓÓ NÃO MAMÃ ÓÓ NÃO&lt;br /&gt;(esta não precisa tradução)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550705292852730257-4765913299563033174?l=noitestranquilas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/feeds/4765913299563033174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550705292852730257&amp;postID=4765913299563033174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4765913299563033174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550705292852730257/posts/default/4765913299563033174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitestranquilas.blogspot.com/2008/02/vocabulrio.html' title='Vocabulário'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17844667144881423615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
