<?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-4461503687152516312</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:43:33.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio Miguel, razão do meu viver!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Me lembro bem a primeira vez que te olhei, 
nos teus olhos eu encontrei ternura e amor, como eu nunca vi igual
No céu, uma estrela então brilhou
E eu escrevi um verso de amor para o seu coração

Meu amor é muito mais do que eu podia imaginar
Agradeço a Deus por poder te amar
Se uma lágrima cair do meu olhar não leve a mal
É o meu coração querendo te encontrar...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-829655107108607985</id><published>2010-03-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:29:36.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio gravador!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Caio não está fácil, hoje de manhã tava sentadinho brincando quando de repente escutou na televisão um trechinho da música do Tim Maia e pronto, ficou o final de semana inteiro cantando...&lt;br /&gt;"Não quelo dinheira, eu quelo a mais, quelo a mais, quelo a mais!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu e o André nos olhamos e caimos na gargalhada, não tinha como não rir, é impressionante como ele grava as coisas com uma facilidade, temos até que cuidar com o que falamos perto dele, parece até um mini gravador. rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-829655107108607985?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/829655107108607985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=829655107108607985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/829655107108607985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/829655107108607985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2010/03/caio-gravador.html' title='Caio gravador!!!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-4498764246598218149</id><published>2010-03-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:52:24.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio solta cada uma!!! (leite rosa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caio tá demais ele fala cada coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manhã quando ele acordou pra ir a creche virou pra mim e falou&lt;br /&gt;- "Mamãe quero beber leite rosa!"&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu disse que não tinha, então ele logo falou&lt;br /&gt;- "Então quero dedeira rosa!"&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;Ai gente ele tá demais!&lt;br /&gt;É que na creche ele toma Nesquick de morango.&lt;br /&gt;Antes eu dava mamadeira pra ele antes dele ir pra creche, agora não dou mais senão ele não faz as refeições da creche, aí eu disse que a tia da creche ia dar o leite rosa pra ele, aí ele concordou e foi pra creche feliz da vida! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-4498764246598218149?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4498764246598218149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=4498764246598218149' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4498764246598218149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4498764246598218149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2010/03/caio-solta-cada-uma-leite-rosa.html' title='Caio solta cada uma!!! (leite rosa)'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-7431140283661487325</id><published>2010-03-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:32:00.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMETO APARECER AQUI MAIS VEZES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bom faz muuuuito tempo que não posto nada aqui, aliás põe tempo nisso. rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra falar a verdade tenho preguiça de vir aqui escrever, mas prometo que vou passar a vir mais vezes, até porque o Caio tá muito figura, então tenho que deixar registrado de alguma forma as travessuras dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah e vou postar uma fotos atuais dele também, acho que vai ficar até mais fácil porque agora tenho internet em casa, vai dar pra postar bastante coisa, então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aguardem e confiram!!! rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-7431140283661487325?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/7431140283661487325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-3393992838389878231</id><published>2009-04-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:12:30.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio está enorme e muito travesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Olá gente quanto tempo, e põe tempo nisso... rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bom é que pra falar a verdade eu praticamente não tenho tempo pra escrever, mas enfim vamos lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Caio está hoje com 1 ano e 9 meses, fica na creche o dia inteiro, ele entrou na creche com 1 ano e 1 mês e sabe de uma coisa foi a melhor coisa que nós fizemos, ter colocado ele na creche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nossa o Caio hoje é outra criança, muito esperto, entende tudo, canta, dança, conversa, adora brincar com os cachorros e com os amiguinhos da creche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ele gosta tanto da creche que ás vezes nem quer ir pra casa. rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Já aprendeu várias musiquinhas e vive cantando e até faz a coreografia e tudo, muito lindo e ainda por cima me ensina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Já estou nos preparativos da festinha de 2 anos, a de 1 ano foi com o tema dos Backyardigans que ele adora, a de 2 anos vou fazer com o tema dos Carros da Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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A festa foi na casa da  vovó Tania.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha cunhada Márcia fez  os salgadinhos, os docinhos e o bolo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada  Márcia, ficou tudo maravilhoso e muito gostoso também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A decoração  fui eu mesma que fiz com a ajuda da família: sogra, cunhada, irmão,  primo, titias, papai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; e vovô&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Welly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;,  ficou tudo lindo, podem conferir nas fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ah o DJ da festa foi  meu irmão, mano ficou maravilhoso, obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Detalhe a festa começou por volta das 18:00 e só acabou na manhã seguinte, porque depois de tudo ainda teve um churrasco patrocinado pela vovó Tania, por volta das 02:30 da madrugada eu peguei o Caio e fomos pra casa, porque eu estava um caco, tinha acordado cedo pra fazer a decoração e não parei em nenhum momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas no final de tudo ficou tudo lindo e maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Filho você merece  tudo isso e muito mais!!! Nós te amamos!!! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/S6omBGMhN0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/FG5haTHPwq8/s1600/OgAAACBtIY49X1K-w6r1dkedTm6TDXNRbdPtGhcfxtaDYTYvMMzIvuDeq6mtZ8AnnKDBIX2HjWD6kT2qHkHxx2zPWmIAm1T1UP62M4MrUNM9kUN_B38yFSYBuHEN.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/4461503687152516312-1725009989467574304?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/1725009989467574304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=1725009989467574304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/1725009989467574304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/1725009989467574304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2010/03/niver-do-caio-e-festa-de-aniversario.html' title='Niver do Caio e festa de aniversário!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-6334343921405597207</id><published>2008-05-30T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:42:06.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FILHO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBUvQztTuI/AAAAAAAAANE/C4J5ZtNoJvY/s1600-h/Fotos+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206254340182724322" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBUvQztTuI/AAAAAAAAANE/C4J5ZtNoJvY/s320/Fotos+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tu foste a minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Naquele padecer de dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quando a luz brilhou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Em teus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;De minha face cansada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Surgiu um sorriso de amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Momentos de sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por ti, eu mãe, já passei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quando vi a luz dos teus olho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meu sofrer transformou-se em prazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Uma imensa alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meu mais doce padecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A minha bela poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sobre um cântico vi nascer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Em meus braços acolhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O filho, meu bem querer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Em meu seio alimentei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A vida que vi crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-6334343921405597207?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/6334343921405597207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=6334343921405597207' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/6334343921405597207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/6334343921405597207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/05/filho.html' title='FILHO!!!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBUvQztTuI/AAAAAAAAANE/C4J5ZtNoJvY/s72-c/Fotos+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-9177235337689034480</id><published>2008-05-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:56:26.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filho como eu te amo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SATE4JTMTYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GinA3MyXaeM/s1600-h/Fotos+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189489139485789570" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SATE4JTMTYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GinA3MyXaeM/s320/Fotos+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Olho pra você e vejo uma luz, que irradia minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vejo no teu sorriso, uma inocência de criança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Como Deus foi bom me mandando você, com seu jeitinho meigo e carinhoso, seus abraços apertados com um ato de proteção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sei o quanto você precisa de mim, por isso peço a Deus que me de saúde acima de tudo para poder cuidar sempre de ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Meu Filho, meu amor eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Como eu te amo, e por toda a minha vida com todo o meu viver, hoje sempre e eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Caio Miguel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Luz do meu caminho, razão do meu viver!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Te amo meu filho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:M@m%C3%A3e"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;M@mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-9177235337689034480?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/9177235337689034480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=9177235337689034480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/9177235337689034480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/9177235337689034480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/filho-como-eu-te-amo.html' title='Filho como eu te amo!!!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SATE4JTMTYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GinA3MyXaeM/s72-c/Fotos+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-8426624827165674609</id><published>2008-04-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:17:24.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filho amado!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SAZegZTMTrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9tvD3wBTpSU/s1600-h/Fotos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189939531231284914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SAZegZTMTrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9tvD3wBTpSU/s320/Fotos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando você nasceu eu renasci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando você riu eu chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando você precisou eu estava ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando você adoeceu eu rezei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu te alimentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu te cuidei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu te protegi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu te amei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em todos os momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Filho não te peço nada em troca, pois seu sorriso já é meu paraiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amo pra sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-8426624827165674609?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8426624827165674609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=8426624827165674609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8426624827165674609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8426624827165674609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/filho-amado.html' title='Filho amado!!!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SAZegZTMTrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9tvD3wBTpSU/s72-c/Fotos+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-2105337566118206298</id><published>2008-04-15T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:18:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocência!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SATG9ZTMTZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yGpXMRAWL10/s1600-h/Fotos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189491428703358354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SATG9ZTMTZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yGpXMRAWL10/s320/Fotos+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olho pra este pequeno ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que chegou envolto numa nuvem de algodão doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Com os olhinhos pretos e brilhantes e um sorriso sedutor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seria um anjo que resolvera fazer morada em nossa humilde casa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Com certeza os céus estavam em comunhão com a terra para propiciar tão doce alegria em nossas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje ela manda e desmanda em nossos corações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;faz a felicidade brotar em propulsão quando sorri, grita e balança os bracinhos para chamar nossa atenção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faz bater nossos corações em uníssono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É nossa luz, nosso tesouro mais precioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah, Caio Miguel, não imaginas como és amado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E não imaginamos mais a nossa vida sem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:M@mãe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;M@mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:P@pai"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P@pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-2105337566118206298?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2105337566118206298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=2105337566118206298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2105337566118206298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2105337566118206298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/inocncia.html' title='Inocência!!!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SATG9ZTMTZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yGpXMRAWL10/s72-c/Fotos+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-5415489143305886970</id><published>2008-04-14T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:08:46.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenvolvimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve estar andando, ou quase. No começo, anda com os braços abertos para se equilibrar melhor. Não demonstra cansaço, mas tende a dormir melhor à noite depois de um dia de tanto movimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Característica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sociabilidade está aumentando. O bebê pode até dar beijinhos, mas odeia ficar sozinho. Ainda precisa da presença da mãe para se sentir seguro. Seu poder de compreensão continua sendo maior do que sua capacidade para falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destaque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgem os ataques de birra. O bebê passa a exercitar sua independência e reage com freqüencia diante das limitações próprias ou impostas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-5415489143305886970?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/5415489143305886970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=5415489143305886970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/5415489143305886970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/5415489143305886970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-meses.html' title='12 meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-9050340985560110723</id><published>2008-04-13T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:07:42.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenvolvimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bebê prepara-se para andar. Tenta ficar de pé encostando nas paredes e anda desde que apoiado em móveis ou arrastando cadeiras. Hora de proteger as quinas e remover os objetos de decoração mais leves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caracterísitca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu senso de humor se revela nessa fase. Adora gracejos, mas reage com irritação quando contrariado. Se tiver irmãos, vai querer ficar junto deles, mas não entende o que significa dividir brinquedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destaque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível arriscar um palpite sobre a personalidade do bebê. ele pode ser do tipo reflexivo, que observa muito antes de agir, ou impulsivo, que atua rapidamente tentando descobrir tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-9050340985560110723?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/9050340985560110723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=9050340985560110723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/9050340985560110723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/9050340985560110723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-meses.html' title='11 meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-5321847354802031178</id><published>2008-04-12T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:52:13.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBgGgztTvI/AAAAAAAAANM/gBnXm9--AtM/s1600-h/Fotos+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206266834242588402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBgGgztTvI/AAAAAAAAANM/gBnXm9--AtM/s320/Fotos+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda não pesei nem medi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Está aprendendo a se expressar e, para tal, usa o dedo indicador para apontar algo que deseja. Começa a entender conceitos como "aqui", "lá", "dentro", "fora", "para cima" e "para baixo". Para ter atendidos seus pedidos, recorre ao "da".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Característica:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sente ciúme e pode chorar se outra criança for pega no colo pela mãe. Também entende quando os pais desaprovam seu comportamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destaque:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Engatinhando, a criança percorre grandes distâncias. Levando-se em conta que um bebê engatinha durante três meses, os mais animados podem chegar a 200 metros por dia ou 18 quilômetros no período.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-5321847354802031178?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/5321847354802031178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=5321847354802031178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/5321847354802031178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/5321847354802031178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2005/04/10-meses.html' title='10 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBgGgztTvI/AAAAAAAAANM/gBnXm9--AtM/s72-c/Fotos+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-8193948968425922571</id><published>2008-04-11T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:05:14.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R__CMeqBR6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lsEc6OaSeZM/s1600-h/Fotos+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188078815397627810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R__CMeqBR6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lsEc6OaSeZM/s320/Fotos+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Altura: 72 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peso: 8.750 Kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juntando o polegar ao indicador, os dedos funcionam como uma pinça para pegar pequenos objetos. É um dado da evolução tão importante quanto a primeira palavra e o primeiro passo. Essa é uma das diferenças motoras entre o homem e o macaco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Característica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bate palmas e dá tchau. Balbucia constantemente para ouvir a própria voz e se diverte quando imita sons, como o tossir, por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destaque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando perguntado "onde está o papai?", vira a cabeça, procurando por ele. Isso revela que, a partir de agora, o bebê é capaz de guardar algumas imagens na memória. Até então, ele só conseguia se recordar da pessoa quando ela aparecia na sua frente.&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/4461503687152516312-8193948968425922571?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8193948968425922571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=8193948968425922571' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8193948968425922571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8193948968425922571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/9-meses.html' title='9 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R__CMeqBR6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lsEc6OaSeZM/s72-c/Fotos+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-4550367085288019480</id><published>2008-04-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:49:23.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-9O-qBR4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/NT_pAetnClA/s1600-h/Fotos+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-9AuqBR3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/nDI77MN-FWs/s1600-h/Fotos+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188073115976025970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-9AuqBR3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/nDI77MN-FWs/s320/Fotos+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-8vOqBR2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lw7srHcliXQ/s1600-h/Fotos+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188072815328315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-8vOqBR2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lw7srHcliXQ/s320/Fotos+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Altura: 71 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peso: 8.070 kg&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Obs: emagreceu 220 gramas, porque estava dodói, mas mesmo assim não perde o pique)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os brinquedos são o mundo do bebê. Brinca de soltá-los no chão, esperando que a mãe ou o pai os pegue de volta. Procura o brinquedo sumido atrás dos móveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caracterísitca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É provável que tente imitar os pais. Emite uma série de sons e parece prestar atenção à conversa dos adultos. Reconhece o próprio nome, olhando sempre para quem o chamou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destaque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Está pronto para engatinhar, embora muitas vezes isso demore um pouco mais para acontecer. Mas se locomove rolando, arrastando a barriga ou o bumbum. É importante reforçar a segurança da casa com portões na cozinha e trancas nos armários de medicamentos e produtos de limpeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-4550367085288019480?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4550367085288019480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=4550367085288019480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4550367085288019480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4550367085288019480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/8-meses.html' title='8 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-9AuqBR3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/nDI77MN-FWs/s72-c/Fotos+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-2109834375678106887</id><published>2008-04-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:25:53.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-67OqBR0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/jUg1DxqjWG4/s1600-h/FOTOS+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188070822463489858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-67OqBR0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/jUg1DxqjWG4/s320/FOTOS+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altura: 69 cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peso: 8.290 kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Começa a entender o significado de algumas palavras, como o "não". Senta-se com certo equilíbrio e mostra determinação querendo brinquedos que estão fora de seu alcance. Tenta agarrá-los com as mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Característica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Interessam-se em observar figuras em livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destaque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aparecimento dos primeiros dentes, em geral os incisivos centrais inferiores. Como resultado, o bebê pode ficar com as bochechas vermelhas, gengivas inchadas, babão e às vezes irritado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-2109834375678106887?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2109834375678106887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=2109834375678106887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2109834375678106887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2109834375678106887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/7-meses.html' title='7 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-67OqBR0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/jUg1DxqjWG4/s72-c/FOTOS+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-4450399182642601521</id><published>2008-04-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:20:51.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-5xuqBRzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/It11kO87r-M/s1600-h/FOTOS+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188069559743104818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-5xuqBRzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/It11kO87r-M/s320/FOTOS+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Altura: 68 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peso: 7.715 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vira totalmente a cabeça para localizar a origem de um barulho ou procurar um objeto que caiu de suas mãos. Também já estica os braços para ganhar colo e pode segurar a mamadeira com as duas mãos, embora não se espere que consiga levá-la à boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Característica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O bebê percebe que tem vida própria e passa a não colaborar em atividades impostas como trocar a fralda. Deixa de mamar apenas o leite materno e come a primeira papinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destaque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enxerga como um adulto, tem visão tridimensional. Pode balbuciar "mama" e "papa", mas sem associar nenhum significado a eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-4450399182642601521?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4450399182642601521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=4450399182642601521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4450399182642601521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4450399182642601521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-meses.html' title='6 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-5xuqBRzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/It11kO87r-M/s72-c/FOTOS+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-7142212700282682045</id><published>2008-04-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:15:53.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-47uqBRyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RLn2zxShFLs/s1600-h/FOTOS+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188068632030168866" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-47uqBRyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RLn2zxShFLs/s320/FOTOS+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Altura: 66 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peso: 7.350 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lambe, morde e chupa tudo o que estiver a seu alcance. Quando virado de bruços, pode rolar na cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Característica:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Está aprimorando sua percepção do mundo. Pode discernir uma voz amável de outra brava e reage diferentemente a cada uma delas. Na mesma linha de comportamento, tende a abrir um sorriso diante de um rosto familiar, assim como a se mostrar tímido na presença de estranhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Destaque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Começa o processo de identificação. Eles se alegram com a própria imagem no espelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-7142212700282682045?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/7142212700282682045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=7142212700282682045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/7142212700282682045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/7142212700282682045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-meses.html' title='5 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-47uqBRyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RLn2zxShFLs/s72-c/FOTOS+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-4950562451635832808</id><published>2008-04-11T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:13:11.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-39-qBRxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZIDBeFnassM/s1600-h/FOTOS+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188067571173246738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-39-qBRxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZIDBeFnassM/s320/FOTOS+40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altura: 64 cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peso: 6.920 kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O bebê pega o que quer. Não pode mais ficar sozinho sobre lugares altos. Mesmo estando de bruços, levanta as pernas e pode virar de um lado para outro. Em alguns casos, isso pode acontecer antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caracterísitica:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chora quando é deixado sozinho, para os cientistas, esse é o primeiro sinal do desenvolvimento da sociabilidade do bebê. Quando ouve a voz da mãe, vira a cabeça e os olhos procurando por ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destaque:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já distigue bem os sons da língua materna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-4950562451635832808?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4950562451635832808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=4950562451635832808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4950562451635832808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4950562451635832808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-meses.html' title='4 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-39-qBRxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZIDBeFnassM/s72-c/FOTOS+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-8111942107799854623</id><published>2008-04-11T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:46:00.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-3f-qBRwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lwScb9RoPBU/s1600-h/FOTOS+2+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188067055777171202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-3f-qBRwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lwScb9RoPBU/s320/FOTOS+2+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altura: 62 cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peso: 6.620 kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reage a barulhos arregalando os olhos e parando de mamar. Ao ouvir o chocalho, pode franzir a testa. É sinal de amadurecimento da função auditiva. Também a visão está melhorando. A partir de agora, enxerga em cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Característica:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As mãos são a grande descoberta dessa fase e ele as mantém bem abertas. A grande maioria deles segura com firmeza um objeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destaque:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele aprende que, mesmo sem querer, batendo em um móbile consegue como resultado um som ou um movimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-8111942107799854623?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8111942107799854623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=8111942107799854623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8111942107799854623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8111942107799854623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-meses.html' title='3 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-3f-qBRwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lwScb9RoPBU/s72-c/FOTOS+2+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-1979904040818113440</id><published>2008-04-11T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:43:35.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-q_eqBRbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3HuPc0NiFjA/s1600-h/fotos+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188053303291889074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-q_eqBRbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3HuPc0NiFjA/s320/fotos+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altura: 60 cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peso: 5.875 kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mantém a cabeça erguida por mais tempo e, quando deitado de bruços, é capaz de levantar o rosto. Esperto, percebe um ruído com rapidez. Sete em cada dez bebês emitem sons como "he", "hu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Característica:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chora e sorri. Os acessos de choro acontecem por causa das cólicas e quase sempre têm hora marcada: final da tarde, começo da noite. Boa parte dos bebês sorri em resposta a outro sorriso. Escutar a conversa de um adulto também pode fazê-lo rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destaque:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A maioria movimenta os olhos e a cabeça para acompanhar o deslocamento de um objeto. Seis em cada dez demonstram reconhecer o rosto da mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-1979904040818113440?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/1979904040818113440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=1979904040818113440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/1979904040818113440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/1979904040818113440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-meses.html' title='2 Meses'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-q_eqBRbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3HuPc0NiFjA/s72-c/fotos+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-2592063706083021435</id><published>2008-04-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:42:08.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Mês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-KvuqBRTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Di5fz3vFYlQ/s1600-h/FOTOS+2+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188017848336860466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-KvuqBRTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Di5fz3vFYlQ/s320/FOTOS+2+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altura: 56 cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peso: 4.875 kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenvolvimento:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cabeça é grande e pesada, mas aos poucos vai fortalecendo o pescoço. É capaz de erguê-la quando de bruços. Já consegue mover simetricamente os pés e as mãos. Vê somente sombras e apenas a uma distância menor de 30 centímetros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Característica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A respiração é irregular e barulhenta. Dorme a maior parte do tempo. Nada nem ninguém o deixa mais tranqüilo do que a presença da mãe. Pode reconhecê-la pelo cheiro. De tanto chorar, vai descobrir ser esse o seu melhor recurso para conseguir atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Destaque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tem dezenas de reflexos, como o que faz agarrar coisas com tanta força que seria capaz de se sustentar nas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-2592063706083021435?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2592063706083021435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=2592063706083021435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2592063706083021435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2592063706083021435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-ms.html' title='1 Mês'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_-KvuqBRTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Di5fz3vFYlQ/s72-c/FOTOS+2+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-7973266341039323383</id><published>2008-04-09T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:11:26.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veja meu Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-50.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2017612633069938512&amp;amp;site=widget-50.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2017612633069938512&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p1/2017612633069938512/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_T9hWlSXwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AX6QPS5fhII/s320/DSC06316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bom gente e finalmente esse é meu lindo filho Caio Miguel, nascido no dia 09/07/2007, numa segunda-feira, às 20:18, pesando 3.755 Kg e medindo 51 cm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lindo, perfeito e saudável, graças a Deus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A partir desse dia a minha vida mudou completamente e eu serei eternamente grata a Deus por tudo o que Ele fez por mim, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e deu um filho maravilhoso, realizou o meu maior sonho que era de me tornar mãe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBRIGADA PAI PELA TUA FIDELIDADE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando um bebê decide vir ao mundo, nasce com ele uma mamãe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma mãe é mãe desde o primeiro instante. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo quando a vida ainda é um minúsculo ser implantado no ventre, a gente já é mãe do coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo nosso pensamento, todo nosso cuidado se volta para esse serzinho que, tão minúsculo, já provoca emoções tão grandes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A simples descoberta já nos traz um turbilhão de emoções inexplicáveis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida nunca mais vai ser a mesma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nos perguntamos: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"será que vou ser uma boa mãe?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Será que vou saber cuidar do meu bebê?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas uma mãe não nasce mãe e não aprende a ser em escolas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma mãe é, e isso basta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe sente, mãe adivinha, mãe aprende sofrendo, mãe sofre aprendendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benditas são as mulheres! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se elas suportam uma das maiores dores, sentem sem dúvida a maior das felicidades. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma mulher grávida é sempre algo sublime, ela tem algo de anjo e santo, uma aura invisível que reflete e ilumina seu rosto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela carrega nela a vida, um pedacinho dela mesma que vai um dia ter vida própria e isso é maravilhoso e assustador ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deve ser por isso que nos tornamos tão emotivas e choramos tão facilmente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deve ser essa a razão de querermos estar satisfeitas em todos os nossos desejos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a gravidez não é uma doença é verdade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas que não digam que é normal e que a pessoa pode viver normalmente, pois isso não é verdade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo o equilíbrio físico, psicológico e emocional fica balançado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há ainda hoje civilizações onde as mulheres grávidas são tratadas como seres especiais e divinos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe que está descobrindo as alegrias da maternidade agora, deixa eu te dizer uma coisa: se você tem medo de não saber o suficiente para ensinar ao seu bebê os caminhos da vida, saiba que é com ele que você vai aprender a trilhar muitos desses caminhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva a sua gravidez em todos os seus instantes e não se preocupe se está fazendo ou se fará as coisas certas ou erradas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu coração vai te ditar, confie nele! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproveite ao máximo cada segundo, pois cada momento é único e esse privilégio não é dado a todos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fale com seu bebê, faça carinho nele, sorria pra ele; viva o mais serenamente possível. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredite: esses momentos são preciosos!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, sobretudo, você é uma pessoa agraciada! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus os escolheu, para que fizessem parte um do outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele saberá, certamente, conduzi-los nesse maravilhoso caminho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-8552245632456105622?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8552245632456105622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=8552245632456105622' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8552245632456105622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/8552245632456105622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/04/meu-lindo-caio-miguel.html' title='Meu lindo Caio Miguel!!!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_T9hWlSXwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AX6QPS5fhII/s72-c/DSC06316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-5087305588084015473</id><published>2008-03-17T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:58:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E finalmente o grande dia 09/07/2007, a chegada do Caio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_EKI2lSXvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kXMZNdmEed4/s1600-h/DSC06317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183935793287290610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_EKI2lSXvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kXMZNdmEed4/s320/DSC06317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bom pra começar eu praticamente não durmi na noita anterior e levantei logo cedo porque me deu um piriri, acho que era o nervoso em saber que a chegada do Caio estava com as horas contadas (rs...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porque até então eu estava na expectativa de tentar o parto normal, mas como não foi possível tivemos que marcar a cesária, e isso me deixou um pouco assustada, pois não estava nos meus planos entrar "na faca" (rs...), mas eu também sempre pensava que em 1º lugar estava a saúde do meu filho e faria tudo o que o fosse possível e o impossível pra que ele ficasse bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Então levantei e já fui me programando e vendo os últimos detalhes, se o berço estava bom, se as coisinhas estavam todas no lugar, as bolsas (a minha e a do Caio) já estavam prontas desde os 7 meses, logo depois do meu chá-de-bebê. Ah depois vou colocar umas fotos do chá pra vocês olharem como foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E as horas foram passando e eu ficava cada vez mais nervosa, o que me acalmava é que eu conversava muito com o Caio e ele me respondia com seus chutezinhos, era muito gostoso, sabe que às vezes sinto falta dele aqui dentro da minha barriga, pois eu podia carregá-lo pra todo lugar, agora é bem diferente, eu saio pra trabalhar e ele fica em casa com o papai (rs...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas voltando ao assunto, tomei meu banho por volta do meio-dia, e me arrumei, eu tinha que estar lá no hospital pelo menos uma meia-hora antes, minha internação estava marcada pra 14:00 e a cirurgia por volta das 20:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daí cheguei no hospital por volta das 13:30 e quando cheguei lá a minha médica maravilhosa (Dra.Isabela) já tinha providenciado tudo, já tinha ligado pro plano, já estava tudo certo, só faltava mesmo eu dar a entrada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lá fui eu preencher os papeis, as minhas mãos suavam à beça, as minhas pernas tremiam, mas ao mesmo tempo eu pensava assim, daqui à pouco eu vou ter meu presentinho nos braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A emoção era muito grande, eu contava as horas, os minutos e os segundos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Então subi pro quarto, arrumei as minhas coisas no armário, e a tensão só aumentava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No quarto tinha um telefone pra gente receber ligações, aí passei uma mensagem pra uma grande amiga minha de São Paulo, a Lú e ela me ligou na hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nossa foi tão bom ouvir a voz dela naquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Por volta das 18:00 uma enfermeira veio até o meu quarto e me fez algumas perguntas e me deu uma roupa do hospital pra eu trocar e me colocou no soro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Faltava muito pouco, às 19:45 veio um rapaz até o quarto me buscar, nossa nesse momento a minha vontade era de sair correndo, pois tenho pavor de hospital, vacina, seringa, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ainda bem que o André ficou do meu lado o tempo todo e a Dra.Isabela e toda sua equipe foram maravilhosos. Quando eu cheguei na sala de cirurgia, fui logo falando pra anestesista que estava com medo dela (rs...), agora eu até rio da situação, mas na hora só Deus sabe como eu estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A cirurgia não começou no horário previsto (20:00) porque o pediatra (Dr.Geraldo) se atrasou um pouco, mas assim que ele chegou, nossa foi tudo muito rápido, nesse momento eu já estava anestesiada e exatamente às 20:18 o Caio nasceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Foi uma emoção muito grande quando eu ouvi o chorinho dele e mais emocionante ainda quando eu o vi, meu coração disparou e daquele momento em diante a minha vida mudou completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje ele está com 8 meses, lindo, saudável, maravilhoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FILHO EU TE AMO HOJE, AMANHÃ E PRA SEMPRE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-5087305588084015473?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/5087305588084015473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=5087305588084015473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/5087305588084015473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/5087305588084015473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-finalmente-o-grande-dia-09072007.html' title='E finalmente o grande dia 09/07/2007, a chegada do Caio!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_EKI2lSXvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kXMZNdmEed4/s72-c/DSC06317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-3018325784261640751</id><published>2008-03-14T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:39:41.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta muito pouco para o grande dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9rOcMTUAzI/AAAAAAAAADw/rYhT2RlqNdI/s1600-h/12587477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177677705349694258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9rOcMTUAzI/AAAAAAAAADw/rYhT2RlqNdI/s200/12587477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma gestação considerada "normal" dura em torno de 41 semanas e 6 dias (no máximo).&lt;br /&gt;Então quando eu estava com + ou - 37 pra 38 semanas comecei a sentir algumas dores e fui na médica, ela fez o toque e disse que eu estava começando a ter dilatação, isso em torno do 7º pro 8º mês, aí eu pensei, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Caio, Caio você está com pressa de conhecer a mamãe é?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aí pronto fiquei preocupada de novo com medo dele nascer antes do tempo, porque a médica disse que o ideal seria se ele esperasse até pelo umas 39 a 40 semanas, porque assim ele teria condições de respirar sozinho porque os pulmõezinhos dele já estariam maduros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daí tive que me afastar do trabalho 1 mês antes dele nascer pra poder ficar em repouso, e seguir o restante da gravidez sossegada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah e eu sempre falava pra médica que queria tentar o parto normal, aí ela me disse que tudo bem, a gente ía tentar, mas que não poderia passar das tais 41 semanas e 6 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E daí por diante as consultas passaram também a ser praticamante semanais, fazia todo o acompanhamento, ultras e tudo mais. E o tempo foi passando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Completei as 39, 40, 41 semanas e os tais 6 dias, aí a médica disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- "Mãe tá na hora de acabar com a folga do Caio! Eu sei que deve estar muito bom por aí né Caio, mas tá na hora de acabar com essa mordomia." (rs...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daí ela marcou uma última consulta pro dia 07/07/07, era um sábado à noite e aí fui eu pro médico com o André, o meu irmão Dú e minha cunhada Raquel, mas deixei as bolsas já prontas em casa a minha e a do Caio, se caso eu já ficasse internada era só ir em casa pegar, não eu é claro, mas o André (rs...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Dra. me disse que enquanto o Caio estivesse na barriga era pra gente estar sempre repetindo os exames pra monitorar e ver se estava tudo bem, aí fiu eu fazer mais alguns exames e foi num desse exames (ultra) que detectou &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"diminuição no líquido aminiótico".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aí a Dra. ficou preocupada e disse que me daria até domingo pro Caio nascer de parto normal, se não teríamos que marcar uma cesariana o mais rápido possível.E como eu não tive mais dilatação e não podia passar mais tempo marcamos a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cesariana pro dia 09/07/2007&lt;/span&gt; uma segunda-feira, o dia em que a minha vida mudou completamente.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-3018325784261640751?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3018325784261640751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=3018325784261640751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/3018325784261640751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/3018325784261640751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/03/falta-muito-pouco-para-o-grande-dia.html' title='Falta muito pouco para o grande dia...'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9rOcMTUAzI/AAAAAAAAADw/rYhT2RlqNdI/s72-c/12587477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-2674836206779694379</id><published>2008-03-14T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:44:07.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio, seja como um anjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9qdSsTUAwI/AAAAAAAAADY/iO5_FDNgOHU/s1600-h/amor_anjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177623666071175938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9qdSsTUAwI/AAAAAAAAADY/iO5_FDNgOHU/s200/amor_anjos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;espalhe alegria a todos que por você passarem&lt;br /&gt;Seja como um anjo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que se torna importante por seus feitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E todos necessitam de sua presença sempre perto&lt;br /&gt;Seja como um Anjo, pois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo que o Anjo não se promova pelo que faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sua participação na vida das pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;faz com que elas entendam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O verdadeiro sentido da VIDA&lt;br /&gt;Seja como um Anjo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois eles são luz dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E clareza na escuridão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-2674836206779694379?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2674836206779694379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=2674836206779694379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2674836206779694379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2674836206779694379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/03/caio-seja-como-um-anjo.html' title='Caio, seja como um anjo...'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9qdSsTUAwI/AAAAAAAAADY/iO5_FDNgOHU/s72-c/amor_anjos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-2962834056535238042</id><published>2008-03-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:25:20.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a gravidez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9lzR8TUAqI/AAAAAAAAACo/FuqQ-7aEY-0/s1600-h/10239964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177295998721196706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9lzR8TUAqI/AAAAAAAAACo/FuqQ-7aEY-0/s200/10239964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Olha essa gravidez não nada fácil, vou resumir aqui o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha 1ª ultra deu uma pequena lesão no colo do útero, como se fosse descolamento de placenta, aí tive que ficar de repouso por um tempo e tomar alguns remédios pra segurar a gravidez até o final.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto entrei em pânico, aí já veio tudo na minha mente novamente sobre o que tinha acontecido na gravidez anterior. Mas a única diferença da outra gravidez pra essa é que agora eu já tinha Deus na minha vida e apesar do medo sabia que Ele não me desampararia jamais. E daí por diante aconteceram muitas outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Pra começar até os 6 meses eu não tive um médico (a) fixo, mas não por que eu não quis, mas por causa do plano de saúde que mudou justamente na época em que eu engravidei, aí até achar um médico (a) eu penei bastante.&lt;br /&gt;E pra completar tive uma tendinite muito forte e durante quase toda a gravidez tive que fazer fisioterapia e acupuntura. Minha vida era uma loucura, as consultas eram muito longe de casa (Madureira) e como eu moro na Tijuca era bem cansativo, mas eu tinha que ir né, fazer o quê.&lt;br /&gt;Eu trabalho no Centro, então era assim: nas terças e quintas eu saía do trabalho às 15:00 e ía pra fisioterapia na Tijuca, menos mal ah e quando saía da fisioterapia eu ía pra hidroginástica que na época eu fazia no Sesc.&lt;br /&gt;As quartas pela manhã ía pra acupuntura em Copacabana e depois ía trabaçhar e as consultas acabavam sobrando pra segundas ou sextas-feiras, e foi assim até um mês antes do Caio nascer, imagina o bagaço que eu fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;O que me deixou mais tranquila, foi quando eu finalmente encontrei a médica certa (Dra.Isabela), mas isso já com 7 meses e a tendinite já tinha melhorado bastante também.&lt;br /&gt;Mas olha só Deus sabe o que eu passei e hoje me sinto uma vitoriosa por ter passado por tudo aquilo, porque EU VENCI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-2962834056535238042?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2962834056535238042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=2962834056535238042' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2962834056535238042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/2962834056535238042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/03/sobre-gravidez.html' title='Sobre a gravidez...'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9lzR8TUAqI/AAAAAAAAACo/FuqQ-7aEY-0/s72-c/10239964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-4440099040761489275</id><published>2008-03-14T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:40:41.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjos que trazem felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9qbpsTUAvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hhL2iYVncX8/s1600-h/pq+anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177621862184911602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9qbpsTUAvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hhL2iYVncX8/s200/pq+anjo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só tu tens o dom de me fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a razão do meu viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;És tudo que eu sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Minha luz, meu caminho, meu querer&lt;br /&gt;A imagem de um anjo que desce&lt;br /&gt;Que me ilumina, em todas as direções&lt;br /&gt;E nas noites de frio me aquece&lt;br /&gt;Ouço sua voz nas canções&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo do céu que escolheu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha alma entre outras mil&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo ele me deu&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração assim o sentiu&lt;br /&gt;A Lua e as Estrelas,todas minhas&lt;br /&gt;O Sol e o Mar em sua imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Os Montes e a Estrada por onde caminhas&lt;br /&gt;Não há tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;nem escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Meu anjo, feliz eu sou contigo&lt;br /&gt;E foi Deus que um dia escreveu&lt;br /&gt;Que em você acharia um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que acharia meu destino, meu eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-4440099040761489275?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4440099040761489275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=4440099040761489275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4440099040761489275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4440099040761489275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/03/anjos-que-trazem-felicidade.html' title='Anjos que trazem felicidade...'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9qbpsTUAvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hhL2iYVncX8/s72-c/pq+anjo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-7751046230545777397</id><published>2008-03-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:29:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como tudo começou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9f99cTUAcI/AAAAAAAAABE/qdlIOY64jzc/s1600-h/8188550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176885528696717762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9f99cTUAcI/AAAAAAAAABE/qdlIOY64jzc/s200/8188550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bom vou tentar resumir um pouco da minha história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bom estou com meu marido há 11 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nós faziamos capoeira no colégio, e começamos a sair no dia 19/11/06, ele sismou de me dar "aula particular" (rs....) e foi assim que tudo começou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ficamos saindo por um tempo e quando vi já estava envolvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aí o tempo foi passando e quando estavamos com 2 anos e 9 meses de namoro, resolvemos noivar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daí começamos a construir nosso "cafofo" (rs...) e d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;epois de um tempo fomos morar junto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aí em 2002 eu engravidei pela 1ª vez, mas infelizmente essa gravidez não foi adiante, mas Deus sabe o que faz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tive um aborto espontâneo, fiquei muito triste na época, deprimida. E eu confesso que até cheguei a ficar desanimada, achando que nunca mais iria engravidar de novo, pois eu nunca tinha tomado remédio pra evitar e mesmo assim tinha dificuldades em engravidar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aí eu conheci a Jesus e os meus sonhos se renovaram, e como Deus deu sabedoria ao homen na medicina, resolvi procurar ajuda médica, mas sempre dizia: "Pai que acima de tudo seja feita a Tua vontade!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fiz uma série de exames, inclusive o André (meu marido) também. Não deu NADA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aí conheci uma médica que me receitou um remédio chamado "Indux", oh remedinho bom (rs...), tinha que tomar durante 3 meses seguidos, eu poderia engravidar no 1º ou no último mês, e justamente no último mês eu engravidei, sinceramente não esperava que isso acontecesse tão cedo, mas como eu tinha entregado nas mãos de Deus, Ele me abençoou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isso aconteceu na época em que eu e o André conseguimos tirar férias juntos e viajamos pra Miguel Pereira, por isso tem Miguel no nome do nosso filho, que se chama Caio Miguel (rs...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando acabou o tratamento com o remédio eu vi que nada de diferente tinha acontecido, "aparentemente", aí o tempo foi passando e eu vi que tinha acontecido algo sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foi quando eu pedi pro André comprar um teste de farmácia pra eu fazer e eu me lembro bem desse dia como se fosse hoje, foi num sábado de manhã, pra ser mais exata foi no dia 11/11/2006 nós tivemos a grande notícia de que seríamos "papais", aí foi só felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daí já fomos ligando e contando pra todos os familiares e amigos e contando a novidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imagina só, a realização do nosso grande sonho estava apenas começando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-7751046230545777397?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/7751046230545777397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=7751046230545777397' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/7751046230545777397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/7751046230545777397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-tudo-comeou.html' title='Como tudo começou...'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R9f99cTUAcI/AAAAAAAAABE/qdlIOY64jzc/s72-c/8188550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461503687152516312.post-4111650973971095030</id><published>2008-03-10T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:16:52.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio Miguel, razão do meu viver!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_0OfOqBRSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p7I7ZMfwOKc/s1600-h/DSC06336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187318275473753378" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_0OfOqBRSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p7I7ZMfwOKc/s320/DSC06336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bom resolvi fazer esse blog para demonstrar aqui todo o meu amor e carinho pelo meu lindo filho Caio Miguel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ele tá tão lindo, esperto, sem vergonha, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ele é minha razão de viver!!! Só Deus sabe o quanto eu esperei pra ter ele hoje aqui comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E quero agradecer de todo coração à todos os que acompanharam e oraram pra que esse sonho se tornasse realizade, em especial ao meu Grande Deus, sempre Fiel à mim em todos os momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OBRIGADA PAI PELO FILHO MARAVILHOSO QUE TU ME DESTES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E OBRIGADA FILHO POR ME FAZER TÃO FELIZ, POR EXISTIR NA MINHA VIDA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A MAMÃE TE AMA MUITO!!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461503687152516312-4111650973971095030?l=francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4111650973971095030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461503687152516312&amp;postID=4111650973971095030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4111650973971095030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461503687152516312/posts/default/4111650973971095030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://francisecaiomiguel.blogspot.com/2008/03/caio-miguel-razo-do-meu-vivier.html' title='Caio Miguel, razão do meu viver!!!'/><author><name>Mamãe Fr@ncis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06283441416619785603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/SEBg9gztTwI/AAAAAAAAANU/VDtREdnIm0g/S220/Fotos+016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fCAEoGNuqd8/R_0OfOqBRSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p7I7ZMfwOKc/s72-c/DSC06336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
