<?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-1034876064101340506</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:18:35.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUSTO BLOIS !!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Já passei por muita coisa no começo de minha vida. 
Agora estou super bem e dando muita alegria aos meus pais.
Pra quem ainda não me conhece, saiba um pouco da minha história na primeira parte do meu blog:

http://augustoblois.blogspot.com/</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-9019855053549979851</id><published>2009-01-01T07:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:23:49.691-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo na Praia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Feliz 2009 para todos !! Vocês conseguem adivinhar aonde eu passei o Ano Novo ? Acertou quem falou na praia !!!! Olha eu mostrando o mar para vocês !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8J0_AE4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/VRW16WgqBNo/s1600-h/083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8J0_AE4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/VRW16WgqBNo/s400/083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569757885666178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhem só a minha carinha quando eu vi o mar pela primeira vez. Eu achei super legal ! Uma piscina gigante !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KJx5FOI/AAAAAAAAAok/LVT5WnuovvA/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KJx5FOI/AAAAAAAAAok/LVT5WnuovvA/s400/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569763467826402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mamãe e Papai me disseram que esta praia é boa para crianças pois não tem ondas fortes. Eu podia ficar sentadinho na beirinha do mar, esperando as ondinhas chegarem até mim. Era um pouco gelada a água mas eu me divertia. De vez em quando eu preferia ficar na minha piscininha onde a água era bem mais quentinha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KnsnC9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/WWl7bGyJeyw/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KnsnC9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/WWl7bGyJeyw/s400/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569771498736594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Na minha opinião, a melhor coisa para fazer na praia era brincar na areia. Eu ainda não sei fazer Castelinhos de Areia mas eu sou muito bom em destruir os castelinhos que as pessoas tentam fazer pra mim. Eu nem deixo elas terminarem e já começo a demolição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KaIXiRI/AAAAAAAAAos/bEyBctUxG5U/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KaIXiRI/AAAAAAAAAos/bEyBctUxG5U/s400/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569767857064210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu voltava com tanta areia no corpo que a Mamãe tinha que me dar um banho super demorado pra conseguir tirar tudo. Tinha areia até no meu cabelo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KZ9-4LI/AAAAAAAAAo0/sRI4FQORYeU/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8KZ9-4LI/AAAAAAAAAo0/sRI4FQORYeU/s400/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569767813505202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve um dia que cavamos um buraco bem fundo e eu amei ficar sentado no buraco. Oi gente !!!! Olha eu aqui !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8T7EmQcI/AAAAAAAAApk/6Qpb9nYvHo8/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8T7EmQcI/AAAAAAAAApk/6Qpb9nYvHo8/s400/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569931318444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Esta areia é tão legal... esfarela na mão... será que posso por na boca ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8ifY8rTI/AAAAAAAAAps/pAN0BrYzhBE/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8ifY8rTI/AAAAAAAAAps/pAN0BrYzhBE/s400/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292570181585644850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por falar em comer.... Eu gastava tanta energia na praia que me dava uma fome muito grande. Eu comia muito enquanto estava na praia. Experimentei um monte de coisas novas. Milho, Açaí, Queijo Coalho, hummmm... Este lugar me dá uma fome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8TiXx-cI/AAAAAAAAApM/aF9EDDG1MZA/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8TiXx-cI/AAAAAAAAApM/aF9EDDG1MZA/s400/090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569924688017858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água do mar é salgadinha, não dá pra tomar (mas bem que eu tentei..). Melhor eu tomar a minha agua de coco que é bem mais gostosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8TvPHEtI/AAAAAAAAApU/HhuiudJWVEg/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8TvPHEtI/AAAAAAAAApU/HhuiudJWVEg/s400/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569928141312722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A única coisa chata é que eu não tinha um minuto de paz com os fotografos. Aonde eu ia tinha pelo menos umas 3 cameras tirando fotos minhas. Papai, Mamãe, Vovó, Vovô, Tios, Primos... Nossa !!! Vocês parecem aqueles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paparazzis&lt;/span&gt; que ficam tirando fotos de celebridades....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8T7RT7PI/AAAAAAAAApc/JMt3ZLPLboc/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8T7RT7PI/AAAAAAAAApc/JMt3ZLPLboc/s400/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292569931371769074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beijos !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-9019855053549979851?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/9019855053549979851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-novo-na-praia.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/9019855053549979851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/9019855053549979851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-novo-na-praia.html' title='Ano Novo na Praia'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SXL8J0_AE4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/VRW16WgqBNo/s72-c/083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-4388156593878195417</id><published>2008-12-25T00:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:29:21.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eba !!!! É Natal !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano passado eu era muito pequenino e não entendi muito esta história de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano foi bem diferente. Eu até participei da Cantata de Natal das Crianças na igreja !! O meu papel era de anjinho. Eu entrei quando o menino Jesus estava nascendo. Pena que não tem foto... O papai ficou só filmando e esqueceu de tirar foto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso negar que eu estava ansioso para chegar a noite de natal. No ano passado apareceu um cara muito estranho, de roupa vermelha, barba branca e um saco cheio de presentes. Será que ele vai de novo este ano ? Epa ! Quem tá chegando ali ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papai Noel !!!!! Você veio !!!Voce não se esqueceu de mim !!! Quantos presentes.... mas tem algo estranho....Este papai noel me parece familiar.... Esta voz... parece o... não... eu devo estar imaginando coisas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRFhSr8I/AAAAAAAAAn0/QYTraiwVP1Y/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRFhSr8I/AAAAAAAAAn0/QYTraiwVP1Y/s400/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712263513878466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa... Só sei que ganhei muitos presentes legais. Cada vez que o Papai Noel dizia meu nome eu já ia correndo buscar o pacote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRCZfQHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/eKMwoPfDy4E/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRCZfQHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/eKMwoPfDy4E/s400/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712262675841138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nem bem eu acabava de abrir um presente, ele me chamava de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wREM1fCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/O4LIJ5-8XmM/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wREM1fCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/O4LIJ5-8XmM/s400/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712263159643170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No final ele ainda quis tirar uma foto com a Mamãe e comigo. Mas cadê o Papai ? Ele não quer aparecer na foto também ? Ele deve estar com medo deste Papai Noel esquisito. Olhem o bigode dele que estranho... tá em cima do nariz !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRf8zfDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TsCDQWwlZjA/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRf8zfDI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TsCDQWwlZjA/s400/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712270608596018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo em seguida o Papai Noel foi embora mas não sem antes me avisar que no ano que vem só vai me trazer presentes se eu for um bom garoto em 2009.... Tá bom velhinho... Eu prometo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRigOooI/AAAAAAAAAoU/F1Ek_Cod0YQ/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRigOooI/AAAAAAAAAoU/F1Ek_Cod0YQ/s400/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712271294046850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tchau gente !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-4388156593878195417?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/4388156593878195417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-de-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/4388156593878195417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/4388156593878195417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-de-2008.html' title='Natal de 2008'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_wRFhSr8I/AAAAAAAAAn0/QYTraiwVP1Y/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-2216556999241193993</id><published>2008-12-23T23:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:03:20.501-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalhando de Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oi gente&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje tem só uma foto&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu fui de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trabalhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; com o Papai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito divertido. Todo mundo queria brincar comigo.Eu andei por todo o escritório, brinquei com um monte de gente, ganhei um monte de beijos, comi biscoito, tomei suco e até participei de uma reunião !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem que o Papai podia me levar lá todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_qfqGG3ZI/AAAAAAAAAns/RaXjTD7NLx0/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_qfqGG3ZI/AAAAAAAAAns/RaXjTD7NLx0/s400/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291705916780371346" 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/1034876064101340506-2216556999241193993?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/2216556999241193993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/trabalhando-de-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/2216556999241193993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/2216556999241193993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/trabalhando-de-novo.html' title='Trabalhando de Novo'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_qfqGG3ZI/AAAAAAAAAns/RaXjTD7NLx0/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-4064436408282735388</id><published>2008-12-20T23:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:57:57.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazendo Bagunça</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oi Pessoal !&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se tem uma coisa que adoro fazer é tmexer nas coisas que estão a minha volta. Nem sempre eu consigo pois a Mamãe e o papai vivem dizendo: "Augusto... Aí não !!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não... Não... Não... O tempo todo ! Não posso mexer em nada ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de vez em quando eles se distraem e eu aproveito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Outro dia eu consegui achar uma caixinha de lenço de papel dentro da bolsa da mamãe. Eu não gostava muito de lenço de papel pois é só eu espirrar que eles vem com aquela coisa pra limpar meu nariz... Mas hoje eu descobri que o lenço de papel pode ser muito divertido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_pIr898dI/AAAAAAAAAnc/lnPhMjylU2I/s1600-h/076a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_pIr898dI/AAAAAAAAAnc/lnPhMjylU2I/s400/076a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291704422630289874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Outra coisa muito divertida são as gavetas de roupa. Tem um monte de coisa lá dentro... É muito legal ir tirando as coisas de dentro, uma a uma. Não entendo porque a mamãe me dá bronca quando eu faço isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_pIitD7bI/AAAAAAAAAnk/rcBJb9PiAH8/s1600-h/076b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_pIitD7bI/AAAAAAAAAnk/rcBJb9PiAH8/s400/076b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291704420147654066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-4064436408282735388?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/4064436408282735388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/fazendo-baguna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/4064436408282735388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/4064436408282735388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/fazendo-baguna.html' title='Fazendo Bagunça'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW_pIr898dI/AAAAAAAAAnc/lnPhMjylU2I/s72-c/076a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-4589851158283557993</id><published>2008-12-15T00:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:04:53.415-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje eu estava vendo umas fotos antigas e fiquei surpreso ao ver como eu já estou grandão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não se lembra ou não acompanhou &lt;a href="http://augustoblois.blogspot.com/"&gt;o começo da história,&lt;/a&gt; vou fazer umas comparações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhem só... A minha mãozinha era assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHJkYVNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/M5i5wu0JRUw/s1600-h/068a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHJkYVNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/M5i5wu0JRUw/s320/068a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977619034526930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E agora com 1 ano e 6 meses é assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHIdbYmI/AAAAAAAAAmU/2tzpuLaqEe4/s1600-h/069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHIdbYmI/AAAAAAAAAmU/2tzpuLaqEe4/s320/069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977618736931426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu dedinho era tão pequeno que eu mal conseguia segurar o dedinho do papai (para mim era um dedão !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHT0n8fI/AAAAAAAAAmc/xbzBX1JKDro/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHT0n8fI/AAAAAAAAAmc/xbzBX1JKDro/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977621787013618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu seguro firme e não largo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1VzBzLDfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/NTXzKwb4CqI/s1600-h/071a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1VzBzLDfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/NTXzKwb4CqI/s320/071a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290979472374959602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O meu pezinho era uma miniatura de pé:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHoSDpOI/AAAAAAAAAms/ulQE3nSf88s/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHoSDpOI/AAAAAAAAAms/ulQE3nSf88s/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290977627279172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tá um pézinho fofinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UhkL6nMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/uzvjE0sKWwQ/s1600-h/073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UhkL6nMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/uzvjE0sKWwQ/s320/073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290978072856272066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhem só a impressão da planta do meu pé feita quando eu tinha 1 dia de vida no hospital. Era do tamanho da ponta do dedo do papai !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UhtsYyLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/z99DJ6GPnzw/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UhtsYyLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/z99DJ6GPnzw/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290978075408386226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E olhem só a impressão do meu pé agora feita pela mamãe (sob muitos protestos porque eu não queria colaborar... reclamei, pulei, esperneei mas não teve jeito... ela pintou meu pé e me fez pisar na camiseta....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW24AjyrD4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/8tc9sM0qpCU/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW24AjyrD4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/8tc9sM0qpCU/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291087456977489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-4589851158283557993?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/4589851158283557993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/crescendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/4589851158283557993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/4589851158283557993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/crescendo.html' title='Crescendo'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1UHJkYVNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/M5i5wu0JRUw/s72-c/068a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-8142100188569003713</id><published>2008-12-07T23:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:28:44.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hexa Campeão !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dá pra imaginar o motivo deste sorriso gostoso ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1HVMxwM9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/fI3Humot5XY/s1600-h/065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1HVMxwM9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/fI3Humot5XY/s400/065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290963566762931154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pois é... Tudo aconteceu igualzinho o &lt;a href="http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-resto-de-2007.html"&gt;Papai falou no final do ano passado&lt;/a&gt;. Aconteceu em 2006, repetiu-se em 2007 e virou rotina em 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; O meu São Paulo foi Campeão brasileiro de Futebol pelo terceiro ano consecutivo. Nenhum outro time havia conseguido fazer isto antes ! E somando os outros 3 titulos de 1977, 1986 e 1991 somos nada menos que Hexa-campeões !!! Sies Títulos nacionais. Nenhum outro time conseguiu isto antes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1HVZbCWkI/AAAAAAAAAmE/oTu2BMbjRSI/s1600-h/066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1HVZbCWkI/AAAAAAAAAmE/oTu2BMbjRSI/s400/066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290963570157312578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Poderia citar os títulos mundiais e outros mas o post ia ficar muito extenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O que importa é que eu, com apenas 1 ano e 6 meses de vida, já vi meu time ser campeão brasileiro por 2 vezes !!! No final de 2009 acho que vou ter que fazer outro post igualzinho pois isso me parece que é bem comum de acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Salve o tricolor paulista !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1HUlW2FuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/wv3tdGvptdk/s1600-h/sao-paulo-tri-campeao-brasileiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1HUlW2FuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/wv3tdGvptdk/s400/sao-paulo-tri-campeao-brasileiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290963556181087970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PS: Mamãe... Por que você não deixa de ser palmeirense e vira são-paulina igual eu e o papai ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-8142100188569003713?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/8142100188569003713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/hexa-campeo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/8142100188569003713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/8142100188569003713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/hexa-campeo.html' title='Hexa Campeão !!!!'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SW1HVMxwM9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/fI3Humot5XY/s72-c/065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-5463138321820404451</id><published>2008-11-26T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:41:47.895-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vocês se lembram de um &lt;a href="http://augustoblois.blogspot.com/2007/06/rock-roll.html"&gt;post que eu fiz no meu primeiro blog&lt;/a&gt;, onde eu contava que o Papai tinha comprado uma camiseta de rock para mim ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... Foi no dia 17 de junho de 2007. E eu tive que esperar até o final de Novembro de 2008 para ela servir em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWsdmuhA8JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/gu0v5qJZ66U/s1600-h/063b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWsdmuhA8JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/gu0v5qJZ66U/s400/063b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290354738435518610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meu pai que quer sempre ficar parecido comigo também comprou uma igual pra ele. Ele gosta de ir passear vestido igualzinho a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWsdmedOOOI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wAGa5VkT94c/s1600-h/063a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWsdmedOOOI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wAGa5VkT94c/s400/063a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290354734124644578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah, já ia me esquecendo... a Mamãe montou uma árvore de Natal na nossa sala. Eu acho muito legal aquelas luzinhas piscando, aquelas bolinhas vermelhas... e o mais legal é que eles me contaram que em breve a árvore vai ficar cheia de presentes !!! E a maioria vai ser pra mim !!! Eba !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWsdm7wZ3AI/AAAAAAAAAls/mMj9hUWbnDQ/s1600-h/064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWsdm7wZ3AI/AAAAAAAAAls/mMj9hUWbnDQ/s400/064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290354741989727234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-5463138321820404451?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/5463138321820404451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/5463138321820404451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/5463138321820404451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-roll.html' title='Rock &amp; Roll !!!!'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWsdmuhA8JI/AAAAAAAAAlk/gu0v5qJZ66U/s72-c/063b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-764996716033664920</id><published>2008-11-16T21:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:42:33.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curitiba - PR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em Novembro de 2008 meus pais me levaram pra conhecer Curitiba. E uma cidade muito bonita, cheia de parques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a primeira vez que eu andei de avião !!! E vocês acreditam que meus pais se esqueceram de tirar foto !!!! Como é possível uma coisa destas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhem como eu estava feliz com a Mamãe na Ópera de Arame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp-Phn6kVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/56U_fpR2XLY/s1600-h/061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp-Phn6kVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/56U_fpR2XLY/s400/061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290179517488992594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah como eu gosto desta mulher !!! Mamãe eu te amo !!! Vou te dar um beijão bem gostoso !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp-PklJM4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/9rodX0VBoVQ/s1600-h/062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp-PklJM4I/AAAAAAAAAlU/9rodX0VBoVQ/s400/062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290179518282675074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-764996716033664920?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/764996716033664920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/curitiba-pr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/764996716033664920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/764996716033664920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/curitiba-pr.html' title='Curitiba - PR'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp-Phn6kVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/56U_fpR2XLY/s72-c/061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-3990803543353235604</id><published>2008-10-26T20:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:08:49.321-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhem só !!! Minha primeira vez dirigindo um carro !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp7AkXO3PI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vZaF267EXIw/s1600-h/059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp7AkXO3PI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vZaF267EXIw/s400/059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290175961991404786" 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/1034876064101340506-3990803543353235604?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/3990803543353235604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-wheels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3990803543353235604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3990803543353235604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-wheels.html' title='Hot Wheels'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWp7AkXO3PI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vZaF267EXIw/s72-c/059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-233595390210380432</id><published>2008-10-11T08:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:33:14.678-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhem só o que a mamãe inventou !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em outubro teve a 9 Corrida Pão de Açucar Kids e ela me inscreveu !!! Eu fui inscrito na categoria Fraldinha que deveria ser pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ra atletas com pelo menos 2 anos... Mesmos tendo só 1 ano e 4 meses eu resolvi encarar os grandões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGL05JQ8I/AAAAAAAAAks/AxlnL8YjDHI/s1600-h/054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGL05JQ8I/AAAAAAAAAks/AxlnL8YjDHI/s400/054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288499400174814146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra encarar este desafio treinei bastante com a mamãe durante a semana. Ela contava 1.. 2... 3... JÁ !!! e a gente saia correndo. Já estava bem craque na largada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes da corrida ainda treinei mais um pouquinho com o Papai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGLh-m5uI/AAAAAAAAAkk/71KvHDo9RjY/s1600-h/055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGLh-m5uI/AAAAAAAAAkk/71KvHDo9RjY/s400/055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288499395097454306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu estava correndo tão bem que estava mais rápido até que o papai. Ele ficava sempre para trás tentando me alcançar. Olhem só:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGLW0c-dI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XPC8D06YDK8/s1600-h/056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGLW0c-dI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XPC8D06YDK8/s400/056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288499392102070738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqui estou eu com a mamãe esperando a largada. &lt;/span&gt;Olha só o tamanho dos meus competidores....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Infelizmente na hora da largada, em vez de falarem " 1... 2... 3... Já !!! "  para sairem correndo, eles usaram um apito. Confesso que não estava esperando e levei um baita susto que me paralizou momentaneamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGLC3gXUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/afbKM_KhTik/s1600-h/057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGLC3gXUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/afbKM_KhTik/s400/057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288499386746166594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, completei os 50 metros de prova e ganhei minha primeira medalha. Tá certo que meu tempo não foi dos melhores mas o que vale é competir.... No ano que vem eu prometo melhorar !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E aqui estou eu, após a prova, descansando merecidamente, comendo um biscoitinho e curtindo a minha medalha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGKheRbWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/z22ACR4R5Ys/s1600-h/058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGKheRbWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/z22ACR4R5Ys/s400/058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288499377781960034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Augusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-233595390210380432?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/233595390210380432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/atleta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/233595390210380432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/233595390210380432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/atleta.html' title='Atleta'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWSGL05JQ8I/AAAAAAAAAks/AxlnL8YjDHI/s72-c/054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-3936986433058455369</id><published>2008-10-10T01:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:39:38.841-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtindo a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhem só eu tomando água de coco com  a Mamãe, lá em Marília, na minha primeira visita à casa dos meu Vovô luiz e Vovó Taciana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQeIAErc6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/jKgVaNgDTmg/s1600-h/050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQeIAErc6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/jKgVaNgDTmg/s400/050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288384985247216546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma foto lá em casa, na Poltrona de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amamentação, que a Mamãe quase não usa mais pois eu já sou grandão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQjkor-SSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/c97m4TPfENY/s1600-h/051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQjkor-SSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/c97m4TPfENY/s400/051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390974743922978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQgrRhp4AI/AAAAAAAAAj8/2Fihy2xL7K0/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQgrRhp4AI/AAAAAAAAAj8/2Fihy2xL7K0/s200/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288387790250827778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quem não se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;embra, comparem esta foto antiga no mesmo local pra ter uma idéia de quanto eu já cresci !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Esta foto ao lado é de cerca de 1 ano atrás, logo que saí do hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E agora uma foto no Bercinho transportável que eu uso pra dormir na casa da vovó Celi durante o dia. Agora que eu já sei ficar de pé, quando eu acordo logo vou me levantando sozinho e fico esperando alguém vir me pegar para brincar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQeHtbXhxI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VcgH6xfienc/s1600-h/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQeHtbXhxI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VcgH6xfienc/s400/052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288384980242106130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta foto foi do dia que o papai me levou no trabalho dele. Eu tentei ajudar o máximo que podia. Eu  ajudei a organizar as canetas, fiquei conversando com as pessoas. Todos foram muito simpáticos comigo e me traziam coisas para eu me divertir. Que legal é este tal de trabalho que o papai vai todo dia  !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQeHeIx9xI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9zJditNzwmw/s1600-h/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQeHeIx9xI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9zJditNzwmw/s400/053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288384976137615122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-3936986433058455369?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/3936986433058455369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/10/curtindo-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3936986433058455369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3936986433058455369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/10/curtindo-vida.html' title='Curtindo a vida'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQeIAErc6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/jKgVaNgDTmg/s72-c/050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-6104935993608925932</id><published>2008-08-10T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:10:09.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Celebrações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oba ! Festa de novo !!!! Vocês devem estar se perguntando: " Bolinho de Aniversário ? Já ???? " Calma.... Deixa eu explicar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto foi no dia 05 de Agosto de 2008. neste dia eu estava comemorando 1 ano da saída da UTI ! Pois é... prematuro tem destas coisas... Comemora o nascimento, a saída do hospital e ainda não podemos esquecer o dia que eu deveria ter nascido, que eles usam pra calcular minha idade corrigida (apesar de que agora eu nem preciso mais disto... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQclORh0NI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VVpv4lyyXDI/s1600-h/048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQclORh0NI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VVpv4lyyXDI/s400/048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288383288252158162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesta outra foto eu estou comemorando o Dia dos Pais com o meu Papai. No ano passado eu já estava em casa nesta época mas nem deu para comemorar direito pois eu era muito pequeno e não entendia muito destas coisas (além do que meus pais não me deixavam sair fora de casa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQclq77nSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/j4lDYzvukE8/s1600-h/049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQclq77nSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/j4lDYzvukE8/s400/049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288383295946202402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-6104935993608925932?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/6104935993608925932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-celebraes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/6104935993608925932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/6104935993608925932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-celebraes.html' title='Mais Celebrações'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWQclORh0NI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VVpv4lyyXDI/s72-c/048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-5442550949789091409</id><published>2008-07-31T21:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:06:00.061-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muitos Passeios Legais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma das coisas que eu mais gosto de fazer é ir passear com os meus pais. Eles me levam para ver coisas muito bonitas e diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em julho eu fiz dois passeios que vale a pena destacar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um deles foi o passeio que fiz em uma Fazendinha de Bichos !!! Foi a primeira vez que eu vi de perto aqueles seres esquisitos... Me falaram um monte de nomes mas eu ainda estou meio confuso com tanto bicho... pato, galinha, vaca, cavalo, cabra... ufa !!! Mas eu me diverti muito !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olha eu dando comida para os patos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKcuMqDeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/M75tXFH_VNk/s1600-h/043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKcuMqDeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/M75tXFH_VNk/s400/043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287589294807584226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E aqui eu paseando de cavalo com a mamãe. Só não gostei muito foi de passar a mão no cavalo.... que coisa esquisita aquele pelos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKcpRsUuI/AAAAAAAAAic/yMNDyv-4exo/s1600-h/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKcpRsUuI/AAAAAAAAAic/yMNDyv-4exo/s400/044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287589293486527202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O outro passeio legal foi lá em Campos do Jordão onde estava tendo o Festival de Inverno. Estava um friozinho gostoso e eu vi muitas coisas legais. Gostei muito da apresentação da Orquestra Grupo Pão de Açucar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKdCHiROI/AAAAAAAAAis/05zaMGgu_O8/s1600-h/046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKdCHiROI/AAAAAAAAAis/05zaMGgu_O8/s400/046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287589300154811618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De noite eu dormia bem quentinho com o papai e com a mamãe. Olha que bonitinho eu de pijaminha, prontinho pra dormir !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKczIoGRI/AAAAAAAAAik/dn5XSeDP1go/s1600-h/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKczIoGRI/AAAAAAAAAik/dn5XSeDP1go/s400/045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287589296132856082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo mudo fala que eu vou ter talento pra música. Se eu puxar ao vovô luiz eu logo vou estar tocando algum instrumento. A mamãe quer que eu toque violoncelo, igual os meninos da orquestra de cordas. O papai quer que eu toque guitarra. A Tia Vanessa quer que eu toque bateria.... Pra falar a verdade, eu ainda não decidi qual vai ser meu instrumento.... mas enquanto eu penso, eu vou curtindo um som ! Eu adoro ouvir música, de todos os tipos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKeMoIq_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ueRPCVjb4Rg/s1600-h/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKeMoIq_I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ueRPCVjb4Rg/s400/047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287589320155769842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-5442550949789091409?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/5442550949789091409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/muitos-passeios-legais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/5442550949789091409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/5442550949789091409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2009/01/muitos-passeios-legais.html' title='Muitos Passeios Legais...'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFKcuMqDeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/M75tXFH_VNk/s72-c/043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-1219050780734746888</id><published>2008-06-14T21:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:40:37.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Primeiro Aniversário !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No dia 11 de junho completei meu primeiro ano de vida !!! No dia do meu aniversário era uma quarta-feira e meus pais fizeram um bolinho só pra gente comemorar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no Sábado, dia 14, meus pais fizeram uma festinha muito bonita e muita gente apareceu para celebrar comigo.O tema da festa era a Turma do Cocoricó e tinha todos os bonequinhos que eu gosto de ver na TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFG_e0bKxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/62YZNcxyV-k/s1600-h/040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFG_e0bKxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/62YZNcxyV-k/s400/040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287585493928323858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No final da festa eu passei uma videoretrospectiva da minha vida e fiz todo mundo chorar. Todos se emocionaram com as coisas que aconteceram nos meus 2 primeiros meses de vida e ficaram maravilhados ao ver como estou bem agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFG_ojcbYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MkBMzmLipf8/s1600-h/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFG_ojcbYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MkBMzmLipf8/s400/041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287585496541457794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu ainda não conseguia andar sozinho mas me diverti muito com um andador que encontrei lá na festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFG_8kGJvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hRcNq5j4Pdc/s1600-h/041b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFG_8kGJvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hRcNq5j4Pdc/s400/041b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287585501912901362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Augusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-1219050780734746888?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/1219050780734746888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2007/06/meu-primeiro-aniversrio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/1219050780734746888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/1219050780734746888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2007/06/meu-primeiro-aniversrio.html' title='Meu Primeiro Aniversário !!!!!'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SWFG_e0bKxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/62YZNcxyV-k/s72-c/040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-8265254443324766857</id><published>2008-06-10T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:25:13.990-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vamos continuar a minha retrospectiva....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo mundo dizia que em 2008 eu ficava cada vez mais mocinho a cada dia que passava. Olhem só como eu fiquei lindo com calça jeans e tenis. Irresistível, não ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7C-oJxgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pXJod1RWb6I/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7C-oJxgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pXJod1RWb6I/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283702078937089538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo também diz que eu tenho um talento musical precoce. Não sei se isso é verdade mas pelo menos eu já sei fazer pose de guitar hero !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DEEIvuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IRq7vni2uLU/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DEEIvuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IRq7vni2uLU/s400/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283702080396639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito brincar, um soninho gostoso e tranquilo sempre vai bem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVQUsIvKgXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/aNGRFDwiJf4/s1600-h/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVQUsIvKgXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/aNGRFDwiJf4/s400/038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283871011304538482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando a mamãe briga comigo e com o papai porque a gente deixa os sapatos espalhados pela casa. Vejam se vocês conseguem adivinhar qual é o meu e qual é o do Papai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVQUsDAuhGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ylFiKsyQgTY/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVQUsDAuhGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ylFiKsyQgTY/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283871009767588962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estava chegando a metade do ano e estava ficando friozinho... mamãe sempre me enchia de roupinhas pra eu ficar bem quentinho e gostosinho. Olhem só eu e a minha gatona brincando em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DRrYsiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sl2h4wdCBN4/s1600-h/036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DRrYsiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sl2h4wdCBN4/s400/036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283702084050924066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E agora eu e meu patinho. Eu adoro este pato !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DSAhL6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ExFaAXKHzMo/s1600-h/035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DSAhL6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ExFaAXKHzMo/s400/035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283702084139560866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhem só como eu estou grande !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DOGZHEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mWOpOIYiFGI/s1600-h/034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7DOGZHEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mWOpOIYiFGI/s400/034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283702083090455618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mais uma foto minha brincando na sala de casa. parece até que estou me exercitando, não ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVWNh_ThoTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-g_oQNTUANc/s1600-h/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVWNh_ThoTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/-g_oQNTUANc/s400/042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284285352857674034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu tenho muitos brinquedos legais mas às vezes as coisas mais divertidas são as caixas, especialmente as maiores que eu consigo entrar dentro e o papai me arrasta pela sala. É muito legal !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVWNhThsYQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/E0q2FbsMlms/s1600-h/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVWNhThsYQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/E0q2FbsMlms/s400/039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284285341105938690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijos do Augusto !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-8265254443324766857?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/8265254443324766857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/cada-vez-maior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/8265254443324766857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/8265254443324766857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/cada-vez-maior.html' title='Cada vez maior...'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVN7C-oJxgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pXJod1RWb6I/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-3103126942151436567</id><published>2008-03-30T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:23:59.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrando em 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72js37JxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-ksK9eWmo8M/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72js37JxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-ksK9eWmo8M/s200/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430506153748242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No ano de 2008 eu fui ficando cada dia mais fofo. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil de acreditar que quando eu nasci a minha perna era da grossura do dedo do meu pai... Agora eu estou bem mais gostosinho de apertar. É claro que eu não tenho sossego, tem sempre algum me apertando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa legal é que meus dentinhos começaram a nascer.. Me dava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uma coceira danada. Eu ficava com vontade de morder tudo o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que aparecia na minha frente ! Só tinha um pouco de preguiça de ficar segurando as coisas. Achava muito melhor quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meus pais seguravam e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me davam na boquinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75LN7yKbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5r1Tf2y9Ysk/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75LN7yKbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5r1Tf2y9Ysk/s200/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282433384066460082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu cresci tanto que não precisava mais forrar o o bebe-conforto com as toalhinhas enroladas. Eu já estou bem maior e não fica aquele monte de espaço sobrando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E eu adoro passear de carro no bebê-conforto. Só acho estranho ficar v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;irado para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meus pais me disseram que quando eu crescer mais vou ganhar uma cadeirinha maior, que fica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;virada pra frente do carro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72jza0wqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iaSBvYor6Tc/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72jza0wqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iaSBvYor6Tc/s200/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430507910742690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mamadeira também aumentou de tamanho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75LWbW85I/AAAAAAAAAdc/eRRMOqhEicY/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75LWbW85I/AAAAAAAAAdc/eRRMOqhEicY/s200/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282433386346378130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E agora além de leite eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;também tomo suco de várias frutas. Hummm é muito bom ! Quando eu me lembro que eu tinha dificuldades para mamar 5 ml de leite na mamadeira eu dou até risada !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo indo tomar meu banho de sol lá embaixo no prédio. Meus pais me colocam no carrinho e eu fico super feliz !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhem só como eu  estou cada dia maior !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72j0LOKAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/K72RvUinW7A/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72j0LOKAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/K72RvUinW7A/s200/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430508113733634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meus banhos estão cada vez mais divertidos ! Eu aprendi a fazer bagunça na água na hora do banho !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogo agua pra todo lado. A mamãe sai mais molhada que eu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75LoZJF0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/H1bqUrGmChs/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75LoZJF0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/H1bqUrGmChs/s200/023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282433391168919362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho muitos brinquedos diertidos mas um dos meus preferidos é o da Arvorezinha que tem umas bolinhas que ficam rodando quando eu aperto o botãozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não canso de brincar com este brinquedo. Ainda mais agora que eu sei ficar sentado sozinho ! Eu passo um tempão entretido com meus brinquedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72k2mX4oI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PAKME-HF6RU/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72k2mX4oI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PAKME-HF6RU/s200/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430525944357506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E já que meus fãs pediram... Olhem mais uma foto com meu sorriso mágico !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossível alguém não sorrir de volta quando eu solto o meu sorriso mágico. Você pode estar cansado, bravo, com sono, com fome... se eu sorrir pra você, você vai sorrir de volta. Sou irresistível !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75L2sT0tI/AAAAAAAAAds/wHZrOVL64EM/s1600-h/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75L2sT0tI/AAAAAAAAAds/wHZrOVL64EM/s200/025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282433395007410898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Outra novidade de 2008 fio que comecei a fazer natação ! Vou na piscina todo Sábado com a mamãe e a gente se diverte muito !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro a água e já sei até mergulhar ! Além disso, é muito bom pro meu desenvolvimento motor. E é bem mais divertido que a Fisioterapia que eu nem estou mais fazendo. Troquei pela natação e achei muito mais divertido !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72k4XLeAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MWXZBvq57O4/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72k4XLeAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MWXZBvq57O4/s200/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430526417500162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mamãe sempre me leva pra passear. e sempre coloca roupinhas bonitas quando vou sair com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha só a gente saindo juntos. Quando eu percebo que vamos passear já abro meu sorriso lindo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75MJ77eFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/h5OrlY1h7lI/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU75MJ77eFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/h5OrlY1h7lI/s200/027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282433400173197394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A outra foto mostra a primeira vez que e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trei em uma piscina de bolinhas. Pra falar a verdade fiquei com um pouco de medo... Papai, me tira daqui !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDOg4hEiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/L7Z28MP5rCs/s1600-h/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDOg4hEiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/L7Z28MP5rCs/s200/028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283429598227403298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na televisão o meu programa preferido é o Cocorico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;da TV Cultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu só gosto da abertura do programa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDOon6wgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0k0WWIIGeqE/s1600-h/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDOon6wgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0k0WWIIGeqE/s200/029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283429600305267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;porque ainda não consigo acompanhar a estorinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a abertura me hipnotiza ! Eu adoro a turma do Cocoricó !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As ultimas fotos são pra registrar as brincadeiras do Papai. As vezes ele vem com a Garra pra pegar a minha barriga. Eu não aguento mais esta brincadeira... Olhem a minha cara !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim eu amo este cara !!! Mesmo com as brincadeiras tontas ele é o meu amigão !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDPKeN5PI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kQtgfxuhCHE/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDPKeN5PI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kQtgfxuhCHE/s200/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283429609391383794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDO9vtZ8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Eii_oM_uX8U/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SVKDO9vtZ8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Eii_oM_uX8U/s200/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283429605975091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72jza0wqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iaSBvYor6Tc/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-3103126942151436567?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/3103126942151436567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/entrando-em-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3103126942151436567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3103126942151436567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/entrando-em-2008.html' title='Entrando em 2008'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU72js37JxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-ksK9eWmo8M/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-5351151420336545900</id><published>2007-12-31T13:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:22:17.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O resto de 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Depois que saí da UTI pela segunda vez, as coisas começaram a ficar cada vez melhores.Eu só voltei pra UTI de novo para falar " oi"  para minhas amigas enfermeiras que cuidaram de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5i6Zi0TXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FW8Jwk8mnVA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5i6Zi0TXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FW8Jwk8mnVA/s200/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282268168381025650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vai dar pra contar tudo o que aconteceu de lá pra cá...  o blog iria ficar muito pesado. Vou tentar resumir bastante as coisas que aconteceram comigo. Vamos lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era engraçado quando eu ia passear com Papai e Mamãe e as pessoas que me viam falavam: "Que bonitinho ! Que pequenininho ! Tem quantos dias ? "  E os meus pais respondiam meio sem-graça. " Tem 4 meses..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu crescia um pouquinho mais a cada dia. As roupinhas de recém-nascido que eram gigantes no começo começaram a ficar certinhas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AHFr1IHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NzlOdAaFV3I/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AHFr1IHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NzlOdAaFV3I/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282300272225624178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava muito de passear. Só não gostava quando me levavam para tomar vacinas. Eu odeio agulhas... E eles me picavam na minha perninha. Pelo menos depois eles colocavam um curativo bem bonito. Dá uma conferida na fotinha do lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que não gostava muito de fazer era as minhas seções de Fisioterapia. Eu ai sob protesto. Putz... cansava pra caramba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AHdhbaMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/t-xgi5TQpU0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AHdhbaMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/t-xgi5TQpU0/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282300278624446658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moça me passava um monte de exercicios e eu tinha que ralar pra fazer tudo. Tudo isso porque meus pais estavam preocupados pois eu era meio preguiçoso no meu desenvolvimento motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tudo normal mas eu demorava um pouco mais para aprender a fazer as coisas que os bebês fazem.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AH2KNqnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vDdgDk-RIEQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AH2KNqnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vDdgDk-RIEQ/s200/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282300285237963378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava muito é de tomar banho. Me divertia um monte na banheira e na hora de me enxugar mas ficava uma fera quando chegava a hora de por roupa. Ah, isto eu não gosto muito não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AH94YlTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gC4uyeokWOI/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AH94YlTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gC4uyeokWOI/s200/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282300287310665010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Todo mundo ficava impressioado com o meu bom-humor. Eu sempre acordava super alegre e sorria bastante para as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sorriso é a coisa mais gostosa do mundo, pelo menos é o que papai, mamãe, vovós, titias e amigos dizem. O que vocês acham ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AIJmmunI/AAAAAAAAAck/wSA9qshR3F8/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU6AIJmmunI/AAAAAAAAAck/wSA9qshR3F8/s200/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282300290457320050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No final de 2007 veio mais um motivo de alegria. Presenciei pela primeira vez meu time ser campeão brasileiro de futebol. Meu pai disse que isto é bastante comum acontecer com nosso time e fiquei muito feliz em ser sao-paulino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papai disse que em 2006 fomos tetracampeões. Em 2007 fomos Pentacampeões. Fiquei pensando o que acontecerá em 2008.... vamos aguardar...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pLtxH3tI/AAAAAAAAAb8/4x3qBxZn3Hg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pLtxH3tI/AAAAAAAAAb8/4x3qBxZn3Hg/s200/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275062937280210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papai e mamãe ficavam cada vez mais corujas e não perdiam uma oportunidade de tirar uma foto comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foto do lado eu estava com eles na casa da vovó Celi. Olha que família feliz ! ( Eu não tô sorrindo mas estou muito feliz !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pKfK6txI/AAAAAAAAAbc/KKrQeGW01pQ/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pKfK6txI/AAAAAAAAAbc/KKrQeGW01pQ/s200/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275041839068946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim meus dias foram passando... Eu adorava descer para tomar banho de sol com a mamãe. Eu ficava curtindo aquele calorzinho gostoso ! Muito melhor que uma incubadora !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sobrava um tempinho eu gostava de brincar no computador do Papai. Ele quase nunca deixava eu mexer naquilo e por isso estava difícil de atualizar o Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pKn-wuzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/k9PO2R6aw_Q/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pKn-wuzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/k9PO2R6aw_Q/s200/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275044204002098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De vez em quando eu apertava uma combinação maluca de teclas e zoava o computador do Papai. ele ficava um tempão tentando desfazer o que eu tinha configurado. Estes velhinhos não entendem nada de computador mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pKqzT9HI/AAAAAAAAAbs/MriKwZinfv4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pKqzT9HI/AAAAAAAAAbs/MriKwZinfv4/s200/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275044961285234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de brincar bastante eu gostava de tirar um cochilo e meu pai sempre estava disposto a me acompanhar. A gente ficava roncando juntos no sofá até a mamãe vir nos acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pLEj7FZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Kr_-5vo8-mI/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5pLEj7FZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Kr_-5vo8-mI/s200/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282275051876062610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E no final do ano teve as comemorações do natal ! Eu achei este tal de papai Noel meio esquisito mas ele parece ser um velhinho gente boa. Me trouxe um monte de presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que na festa de Natal de 2007 eu fui o que mais ganhou presentes ! Todo mundo queria me dar alguma coisa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-5351151420336545900?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/5351151420336545900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-resto-de-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/5351151420336545900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/5351151420336545900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-resto-de-2007.html' title='O resto de 2007'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5i6Zi0TXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FW8Jwk8mnVA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-3652128861774984379</id><published>2007-08-15T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:20:07.225-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Volta pro Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois de ficar um mês interirinho em casa eu dei um novo susto nos meus pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Logo após uma mamada eu me enrolei com este negócio de respiração e acabei ficando roxinho e molinho. Minha mãe quase teve um treco !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me levaram para o Hospital de novo... Desta vez fiquei na UTI do Hospital Samaritano. Apesar de eu já estar com 3 meses de idade, o hospital me deixou ficar na UTI neonatal pois eu era muito pequeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os médicos disseram aos meus pais que eu passei mal por causa de uma coisa chamada refluxo. Depois que eu tomo meu leite ele volta um pouco e as vezes pode entrar pelo buraquinho errado e me fez ficar com falta de ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fiquei na UTI em observação por mais  4 dias e logo me liberaram. Vou ter que tomar uns remedinhos e dormir com um colchão inclinado mas pelo menos saí rapidinho do hospital desta vez.&lt;/span&gt; Nem tirei fotos por lá pois quero esquecer este negócio de hospital, incubadora, picadas na veia ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-3652128861774984379?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/3652128861774984379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/volta-pro-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3652128861774984379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/3652128861774984379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/volta-pro-hospital.html' title='A Volta pro Hospital'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034876064101340506.post-164199726405216360</id><published>2007-07-31T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:18:53.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida  fora da UTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oi gente !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu sei que tem muita genta que ficou chateada comigo, afinal eu simplesmente sumi... nem pra deixar um recadinho falando que estava tudo bem. Falha minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5F2xBczsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1bugHmieJJ0/s1600-h/000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5F2xBczsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1bugHmieJJ0/s200/000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282236220126842562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra quem não me conhece, eu fiquei 55 dias após meu nascimento internado na UTI Neonatal da maternidade Santa joana por ter nascido muito prematuro. Vocês podem conferir a história completa no meu blog original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não vai ser fácil mas vou tentar resumir o que aconteceu depois do dia 05 de agosto de 2007, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;data em que fui para casa e quando escrevi meu último post no blog antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vamos por partes.... Vou contar sobre o Primeiro Mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5GUvvyqUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Y9vkH2u4lwI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5GUvvyqUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Y9vkH2u4lwI/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282236735180417346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu estava meio desconfiado pois me falavam tanto daquele lug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ar chamado casa que eu custava a acreditar que existisse um lugar tão bom. Mas foi só eu chegar lá pra ver que era tudo verdade. Tinha muitas coisas coisas legais e eu podia dormir e brincar quando quisesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não tinha mais agulhas me picando, não tinha mais aparelhos apitando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E era só eu abrir a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;boquinha e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eameaçar chorar que logo apareciam papai e mamãe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ados vendo se eu estava bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5HKWUuyRI/AAAAAAAAAac/mgJW_6OGRNI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5HKWUuyRI/AAAAAAAAAac/mgJW_6OGRNI/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282237656068966674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Papai e mamãe gostavam de me segurar e ficar olhando eu dormir. Eu me sentia seguro com eles. Mamãe me dava leitinho, trocava minhas fraldas e me fazia dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apesar de ter um bercinho lindo, cheio de dinossauros, durante a noite Papai e Mamãe tinham um pouco de medo e eu tinha que ir dormir no quarto deles para acalma-los. Eu dormia do lado da cama deles no meu carrinho. Como eu era pequenino ainda, tinha bastante espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu tinha que acordar de 3 em 3 horas para tomar meu leitinho. A quantidade de leite foi aumentando rapidamente. A pequena mamadeira vinha cada dia mais cheia. Eu estava crescendo e ficando mais lindão a cada dia. Estava tudo muito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5IqNyHFjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UEJeBn0m8wA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5IqNyHFjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UEJeBn0m8wA/s200/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282239303043716658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu dormia a maior parte do dia e qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ando eu acordava, lá vinha os dois babões me beijar, apertar e tirar fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando eu estava acordado eles sempre achavam um jeito de me entreter. Mamãe gostava de me contar historinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ficava falando e eu prestava muita atenção no começo. Mas depois me dava um soninho forte e eu acabava adormecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5IqZNgKfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9djSmXgdgEs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5IqZNgKfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9djSmXgdgEs/s200/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282239306111396338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu também gostava de ficar assistindo TV na sala com o Papai. Ele colocava uns desenhos animados muito coloridos e com m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uita música. Eu ficava quietinho assistindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O primeiro mes em casa foi realmente muito bom !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu nem lembrava mais de tudas as coisas chatas que acontecieram comigo no hospital !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que nunca mais eu precisasse ir para um hospital. Mas infelizmente as coisas não foram bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5Ip2fYZjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/CPl7iKK8PKg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 10px 10pt; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5Ip2fYZjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/CPl7iKK8PKg/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282239296791143986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1034876064101340506-164199726405216360?l=augustoblois2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/feeds/164199726405216360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/vida-fora-da-uti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/164199726405216360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1034876064101340506/posts/default/164199726405216360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustoblois2.blogspot.com/2008/12/vida-fora-da-uti.html' title='A vida  fora da UTI'/><author><name>AUGUSTO !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248270499784232043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/RoMJKXGVAVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kclxTfjac10/s400/DSC00547.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xzn3p_appA/SU5F2xBczsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1bugHmieJJ0/s72-c/000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
