<?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-27962195</id><updated>2012-01-08T05:26:56.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinha um neném na minha barriga</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b2.lilypie.com/o0lWm2.png" alt="Lilypie 2nd Birthday Ticker" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>391</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2073886174157930736</id><published>2012-01-08T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T05:26:56.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no clube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eICvWBNfniw/TwmYqJWg6pI/AAAAAAAABFA/fNTww8BeorM/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eICvWBNfniw/TwmYqJWg6pI/AAAAAAAABFA/fNTww8BeorM/s200/03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695251053618981522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diversao garantida é ir pro Marina Barra clube com a amiga querida Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bJ7LqcJvpc/TwmYqax6IqI/AAAAAAAABFM/jyO9QWC2NbE/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bJ7LqcJvpc/TwmYqax6IqI/AAAAAAAABFM/jyO9QWC2NbE/s200/04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695251058297283234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_5y12WCojavascript:void(0)Kc/TwmY5nZ8CcI/AAAAAAAABFY/HP4Z8RWWoKg/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_5y12WCoKc/TwmY5nZ8CcI/AAAAAAAABFY/HP4Z8RWWoKg/s200/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695251319384443330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRIMA CIUMENTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro di Pietro disse que não podia namorar a Marina, pois a Stella não deixa... vai encarar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2073886174157930736?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2073886174157930736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2073886174157930736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2073886174157930736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2073886174157930736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-clube.html' title='no clube'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eICvWBNfniw/TwmYqJWg6pI/AAAAAAAABFA/fNTww8BeorM/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5544436827506213980</id><published>2011-12-15T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T18:27:49.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintando o barco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06pnNw_CHeM/Tuqsmp5u0YI/AAAAAAAABE0/FzXYUiAO_fc/s1600/pintando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06pnNw_CHeM/Tuqsmp5u0YI/AAAAAAAABE0/FzXYUiAO_fc/s200/pintando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686547259591676290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe um barco de madeira pra pintar com pietro. A idéia era deixa-lo 'a vontade ´ra pintar do jeito dele... sei. Mas como sou uma estressada in natura, fiquei controlando cada pincelada que o guri dava pra não borrar. E toda vez que borrou, me olhava com cara de "e agora mamãe?"&lt;br /&gt;"não tem problema, mamãe conserta" ...&lt;br /&gt;e tome pincelada por cima. Mas ficou lindo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5544436827506213980?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5544436827506213980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5544436827506213980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5544436827506213980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5544436827506213980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/12/pintando-o-barco.html' title='Pintando o barco'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06pnNw_CHeM/Tuqsmp5u0YI/AAAAAAAABE0/FzXYUiAO_fc/s72-c/pintando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3477256851928907239</id><published>2011-11-12T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:42:35.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capoeira</title><content type='html'>Desta vez, Pietro se empolgou e arrebentou na capoeira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_0kWHkxAbN0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3477256851928907239?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3477256851928907239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3477256851928907239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3477256851928907239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3477256851928907239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/11/capoeira.html' title='Capoeira'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_0kWHkxAbN0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1041191929918613144</id><published>2011-09-30T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T18:57:37.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roqueiro mirin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1PQ7KF59Qg/ToZzbPvR-nI/AAAAAAAABEk/l4Z9LniF_44/s1600/rock_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1PQ7KF59Qg/ToZzbPvR-nI/AAAAAAAABEk/l4Z9LniF_44/s200/rock_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658336893756111474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qU47c66f5wY/ToZza_Bj8-I/AAAAAAAABEc/WhiD5JuGvZs/s1600/rock_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qU47c66f5wY/ToZza_Bj8-I/AAAAAAAABEc/WhiD5JuGvZs/s200/rock_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658336889269384162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RilXYHyEgYw/ToZzbZBfMBI/AAAAAAAABEs/aWpzUJTrG7U/s1600/rock_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RilXYHyEgYw/ToZzbZBfMBI/AAAAAAAABEs/aWpzUJTrG7U/s200/rock_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658336896248393746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensando no meu futuro musical, pois não estou nem um pouco a fim de daqui a pouco levar Pietro pra assistir o tal do Biber, mandei Pietro com o pai e babá para o rock in rio. Isso aí, esquema café com leite: chegando ás 17 e se mandando as 20:00, com direito a volta na roda gigante, encontro com os primos e primas e tributo ao legião... ai que dó de ter perdido isso. Mas enfim, mamãe pra variar presa no escriba não pode ir e ficou de fora. &lt;br /&gt;Pietro ficou excitadissimo, mas dizer a verdade cagou um pouco pros shows. OK, o importante é que em casa ouve beatles, police, titas, legião, tim maia. Até ele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1041191929918613144?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1041191929918613144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1041191929918613144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1041191929918613144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1041191929918613144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/09/roqueiro-mirin.html' title='Roqueiro mirin'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1PQ7KF59Qg/ToZzbPvR-nI/AAAAAAAABEk/l4Z9LniF_44/s72-c/rock_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-8906883809294193922</id><published>2011-09-18T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:06:37.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moda da vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aS_l7U70pYA/TnZ5SV2rVFI/AAAAAAAABEU/9h4AxR3e1EQ/s1600/skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aS_l7U70pYA/TnZ5SV2rVFI/AAAAAAAABEU/9h4AxR3e1EQ/s200/skate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653839738221319250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nova moda que já está passando é o skate. Pietro fica fissurado por algumas semanas e depois... perde o interesse. Mas a verdade é que ele caiu feio um dia, machucou e agora ta com medo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-8906883809294193922?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8906883809294193922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=8906883809294193922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8906883809294193922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8906883809294193922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/09/nova-moda-que-ja-esta-passando-e-o.html' title='A moda da vez'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aS_l7U70pYA/TnZ5SV2rVFI/AAAAAAAABEU/9h4AxR3e1EQ/s72-c/skate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7541863933009317182</id><published>2011-08-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:48:37.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tema dinossauros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccxxwr1EMYM/Tlq21TiOseI/AAAAAAAABEE/WUYEylcd6oA/s1600/festa_pietro_nonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccxxwr1EMYM/Tlq21TiOseI/AAAAAAAABEE/WUYEylcd6oA/s200/festa_pietro_nonna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646026109755503074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inicio, Pietro chegou meio dormindo e mal humorado... mas durou pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TTauCjbimI/Tlq2jpzT2XI/AAAAAAAABD8/4sRXzT7JjBg/s1600/festa_pietro_parabens3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TTauCjbimI/Tlq2jpzT2XI/AAAAAAAABD8/4sRXzT7JjBg/s200/festa_pietro_parabens3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646025806495078770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7541863933009317182?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7541863933009317182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7541863933009317182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7541863933009317182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7541863933009317182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/08/tema-dinossauros.html' title='Tema dinossauros'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccxxwr1EMYM/Tlq21TiOseI/AAAAAAAABEE/WUYEylcd6oA/s72-c/festa_pietro_nonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3805754040396513109</id><published>2011-08-28T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:06:03.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brincadeiras e amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PmxIVKN1cA/Tlq7mqxxMEI/AAAAAAAABEM/K1U3dEfMzXE/s1600/festa_pietro_brinq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PmxIVKN1cA/Tlq7mqxxMEI/AAAAAAAABEM/K1U3dEfMzXE/s200/festa_pietro_brinq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646031355854794818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcdRS3YZQ5o/TlqxqsH2B_I/AAAAAAAABDc/q9n42MEUJPs/s1600/festa_pietro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcdRS3YZQ5o/TlqxqsH2B_I/AAAAAAAABDc/q9n42MEUJPs/s200/festa_pietro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646020429819021298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3805754040396513109?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3805754040396513109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3805754040396513109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3805754040396513109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3805754040396513109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/08/brincadeiras-e-amigos.html' title='brincadeiras e amigos'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PmxIVKN1cA/Tlq7mqxxMEI/AAAAAAAABEM/K1U3dEfMzXE/s72-c/festa_pietro_brinq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3630302688721917551</id><published>2011-08-28T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:20:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo e divertindo-se muuuito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWfJnRPRBQc/TlqxLnea9aI/AAAAAAAABDM/Pu4M9lcxMFA/s1600/casafesta9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWfJnRPRBQc/TlqxLnea9aI/AAAAAAAABDM/Pu4M9lcxMFA/s200/casafesta9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646019895995594146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfvAwWsD8sw/TlqxL_8bnNI/AAAAAAAABDU/4VjNmWfgmPU/s1600/casafesta8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfvAwWsD8sw/TlqxL_8bnNI/AAAAAAAABDU/4VjNmWfgmPU/s200/casafesta8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646019902563917010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3630302688721917551?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3630302688721917551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3630302688721917551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3630302688721917551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3630302688721917551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/08/lindo-e-divertindo-se-muuuito.html' title='Lindo e divertindo-se muuuito'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWfJnRPRBQc/TlqxLnea9aI/AAAAAAAABDM/Pu4M9lcxMFA/s72-c/casafesta9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2028887383055626073</id><published>2011-08-28T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:12:17.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pterodatilo voador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P93Eziq1QW8/TlqvG0lcO8I/AAAAAAAABC8/L2J3zNMWAwQ/s1600/casafesta24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P93Eziq1QW8/TlqvG0lcO8I/AAAAAAAABC8/L2J3zNMWAwQ/s200/casafesta24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646017614592097218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2028887383055626073?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2028887383055626073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2028887383055626073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2028887383055626073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2028887383055626073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/08/pterodatilo-voador.html' title='Pterodatilo voador'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P93Eziq1QW8/TlqvG0lcO8I/AAAAAAAABC8/L2J3zNMWAwQ/s72-c/casafesta24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5854429411982353789</id><published>2011-08-28T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:42:08.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A produção e o parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlruksQ8pBQ/Tlqu0C1MteI/AAAAAAAABCs/B8ues0tk-yk/s1600/casafesta22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlruksQ8pBQ/Tlqu0C1MteI/AAAAAAAABCs/B8ues0tk-yk/s200/casafesta22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646017291998770658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mH2E0DqTCJI/Tlqu0K_bY1I/AAAAAAAABCk/oI9tlsdTowU/s1600/casafesta15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mH2E0DqTCJI/Tlqu0K_bY1I/AAAAAAAABCk/oI9tlsdTowU/s200/casafesta15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646017294189159250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARp3Q5pNHhY/Tlquz2Z93OI/AAAAAAAABCc/eBTnjV7kBvQ/s1600/casafesta16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARp3Q5pNHhY/Tlquz2Z93OI/AAAAAAAABCc/eBTnjV7kBvQ/s200/casafesta16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646017288663325922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-lqQhQD0A4/Tlquzi9RaJI/AAAAAAAABCU/BmROrprab1I/s1600/casafesta10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-lqQhQD0A4/Tlquzi9RaJI/AAAAAAAABCU/BmROrprab1I/s200/casafesta10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646017283442698386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Am6rFBKhnAU/TlqzPc-vohI/AAAAAAAABDk/lm4Z_QVw5VI/s1600/casafesta26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Am6rFBKhnAU/TlqzPc-vohI/AAAAAAAABDk/lm4Z_QVw5VI/s200/casafesta26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646022160921109010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWbBh4mfyZE/TlqwHU5ivnI/AAAAAAAABDE/uqbvDUDqKk8/s1600/casafesta27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yP26T7sJ7uY/Tlq2JLniO2I/AAAAAAAABD0/HePCKRG5MtA/s200/festa_pietro_parabens2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646025351716027234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5854429411982353789?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5854429411982353789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5854429411982353789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5854429411982353789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5854429411982353789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/08/producao-e-o-parabens.html' title='A produção e o parabéns'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlruksQ8pBQ/Tlqu0C1MteI/AAAAAAAABCs/B8ues0tk-yk/s72-c/casafesta22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-736230259787276876</id><published>2011-08-13T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:00:24.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Anos!</title><content type='html'>E os 5 anos do pietro foram triplamente comemorados. Começou segunda, dia 8, com um parabens na escola. O tema foi pirata, com direito a chapéu e tapa-olho. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfaDKmAQMhk/TkbvOcOnVRI/AAAAAAAABBc/DDuDHRrMuGI/s1600/pirata07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfaDKmAQMhk/TkbvOcOnVRI/AAAAAAAABBc/DDuDHRrMuGI/s200/pirata07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640458614702822674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofgfszSQSZc/TkbvON6fV3I/AAAAAAAABBU/2Fu7bsXPh9E/s1600/pirata05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofgfszSQSZc/TkbvON6fV3I/AAAAAAAABBU/2Fu7bsXPh9E/s200/pirata05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640458610860316530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV55jnau3YA/TkbxaTiQa5I/AAAAAAAABBs/fpGqwv3wknc/s1600/piratas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nV55jnau3YA/TkbxaTiQa5I/AAAAAAAABBs/fpGqwv3wknc/s200/piratas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640461017550973842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPWip1-G-Vc/TkbvN6pWBVI/AAAAAAAABBM/l6rcDjPASYc/s1600/pirata04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UPWip1-G-Vc/TkbvN6pWBVI/AAAAAAAABBM/l6rcDjPASYc/s200/pirata04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640458605688128850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yufz1TC7Gh8/TkbvOZfVy1I/AAAAAAAABBk/pm_9AUbXYas/s1600/pirata08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yufz1TC7Gh8/TkbvOZfVy1I/AAAAAAAABBk/pm_9AUbXYas/s200/pirata08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640458613967670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mandei cupcakes para as crianças enfeitarem e espetarem em cada um uma bandeirinha de pirata. Pelas fotos eles curtiram muito a brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mais tarde em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e à noite foram os tios, primos, e vovôs cantar parabéns. Pietro ganhou os presentes que mais gostou. Todos devidamente escolhidos pela mamãe na Toys´r us nos EUA e repassados aos parentes. O bolo feito pela nonna enfeitei de smurfs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZQTb41AKp8/Tkb0hbQUFwI/AAAAAAAABB8/dtJgHpefO7o/s1600/festa_pietro_casa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZQTb41AKp8/Tkb0hbQUFwI/AAAAAAAABB8/dtJgHpefO7o/s200/festa_pietro_casa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640464438417168130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--93HuLUp-48/Tkb0hKv7mXI/AAAAAAAABB0/5LR0B3vLG1U/s1600/festa_pietro_casa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--93HuLUp-48/Tkb0hKv7mXI/AAAAAAAABB0/5LR0B3vLG1U/s200/festa_pietro_casa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640464433986378098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-Q7c7_a5e0/Tkb0hvIYQcI/AAAAAAAABCE/b32oG2gKiJI/s1600/festa_pietro_casa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-Q7c7_a5e0/Tkb0hvIYQcI/AAAAAAAABCE/b32oG2gKiJI/s200/festa_pietro_casa3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640464443752595906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E o grande dia da festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na sexta, aniversário da nonna, foi a tão esperada festa do Pietro na casa de festas. Bombou! Como sempre fiquei achando que não ia ninguém... mas bombou!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__eRbg3BSn8/Tkb3OO--NTI/AAAAAAAABCM/tMMMe-q3ZWo/s1600/festa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__eRbg3BSn8/Tkb3OO--NTI/AAAAAAAABCM/tMMMe-q3ZWo/s200/festa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640467407240574258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-736230259787276876?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/736230259787276876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=736230259787276876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/736230259787276876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/736230259787276876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-os-5-anos-do-pietro-foram-triplamente.html' title='5 Anos!'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfaDKmAQMhk/TkbvOcOnVRI/AAAAAAAABBc/DDuDHRrMuGI/s72-c/pirata07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5162699998503038796</id><published>2011-07-18T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:19:52.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPP</title><content type='html'>Estou precisando instalar em casa uma unidade de policia pacificadora pra dar um jeito no terrorismo q anda acontecendo por aqui. Pietro sò quer saber de fazer as suas vontades, não obedece e me leva à loucura. Ok, ok, de vez em quando, não sei o que acontece e se comporta bem. E eu elogio, digo a ele o quanto è melhor assim e que està de parabèns. Mas ė a minoria das vezes para meu desgosto... Mas na escola, ou fora de casa, sem a presença da mãe, se comporta exatamente conforme nossa expectativa. Tudo como manda o figurino. Ok, estamos dentro da regra: fora de casa, bem comportado; em casa, desafiando os pais o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento de escovar os dentes então... Jesus, ai eu enlouqueço. Ele me desafia o tempo todo. Daí eu fico pensando: &lt;br /&gt;- se pietro tivesse um irmao não seria assim, pois minha paciencia seria bem menor e ia voar tapa pra tudo q è lado;&lt;br /&gt;Ou&lt;br /&gt;- e como serà com 12 anos se com 5 é assim? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se de fato existisse nessa casa um regime espartano Pietro andaria no trilho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fato crianças que crescem num clima de repressão total, muito provavelmente serào bem sucedidas profissionalmente, ou no esporte, ... Seja o que for. Mas e o preço q irão pagar por isso? Haja sessão de anàlise pra se livrarem do fantasma de anos de cobrança extrema e repressão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E crianças q crescem num clima solto, de dialogo, onde expressam suas vontades, mas q não sabem lidar com essa liberdade que lhes é concedida? Dai é uma grande agressão pra mim ter de dar bronca, ameaçar o castigo, falar alto, me estressar e de fato cumprir o castigo de não ir mais à festa, parquinho seja o q for. Num regime espartano, pietro jamais se comportaria assim... Mas como a banda por aqui toca diferente, vamos ver qual o preço que EU vou pagar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5162699998503038796?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5162699998503038796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5162699998503038796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5162699998503038796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5162699998503038796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/07/estou-precisando-instalar-em-casa-uma.html' title='UPP'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4966151495784966149</id><published>2011-07-04T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:26:53.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua de mel...</title><content type='html'>E enfim, fotos da nossa lua de mel a três no caribe, Saint Marteen!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOBCsLEmVg/ThJ9J0IDfAI/AAAAAAAABBE/BmIJ2GjsTtk/s1600/saintmarteen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOBCsLEmVg/ThJ9J0IDfAI/AAAAAAAABBE/BmIJ2GjsTtk/s200/saintmarteen3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625696492103891970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edpAcUrsRCE/ThJ9DeocZ4I/AAAAAAAABA8/XgxW2GDG-JU/s1600/saintmarteen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edpAcUrsRCE/ThJ9DeocZ4I/AAAAAAAABA8/XgxW2GDG-JU/s200/saintmarteen2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625696383254947714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAK-Qid97f4/ThJ8kAQvC8I/AAAAAAAABA0/ZoCWtMutCc0/s1600/saintmarteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAK-Qid97f4/ThJ8kAQvC8I/AAAAAAAABA0/ZoCWtMutCc0/s200/saintmarteen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625695842526497730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4966151495784966149?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4966151495784966149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4966151495784966149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4966151495784966149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4966151495784966149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/07/lua-de-mel.html' title='Lua de mel...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOBCsLEmVg/ThJ9J0IDfAI/AAAAAAAABBE/BmIJ2GjsTtk/s72-c/saintmarteen3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1569787685042700622</id><published>2011-05-30T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:43:01.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O drama das roupas</title><content type='html'>Esta roupa é a mais elegante que consegui vestir o Pietro desde que ele nasceu... uma grande evolução...&lt;br /&gt;que drama. Mas cinto não. Aí é querer demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx-6p1Vs96Y/TeRJeIz-ujI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2cu8cAqtl6s/s1600/principe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx-6p1Vs96Y/TeRJeIz-ujI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2cu8cAqtl6s/s200/principe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612691817720887858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1569787685042700622?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1569787685042700622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1569787685042700622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1569787685042700622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1569787685042700622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-drama-das-roupas.html' title='O drama das roupas'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx-6p1Vs96Y/TeRJeIz-ujI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2cu8cAqtl6s/s72-c/principe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4827599317260262293</id><published>2011-05-09T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:04:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portobello</title><content type='html'>Dia das mães no hotel Portobello em Angra. Foi um ótimo fim de semana. Mas sabe quando que eu iria pra um resort se não tivessem kids envolvidos? nunquinha da Silva! Deus me livre. Aquela confusão, fila pra entrar no restaurante:? e isso por que é dos mais caros da região... sai fora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUUq0LyMYxw/Tcib3ooiVMI/AAAAAAAABAA/y_BX2Cwkezo/s1600/porto_ponei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUUq0LyMYxw/Tcib3ooiVMI/AAAAAAAABAA/y_BX2Cwkezo/s200/porto_ponei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604901116365132994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yH4bESfFnr8/Tcib3U0f8ZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JY-I4NrIgW0/s1600/porto_hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yH4bESfFnr8/Tcib3U0f8ZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JY-I4NrIgW0/s200/porto_hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604901111046599058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibia2VthHqY/Tcic3cF_V2I/AAAAAAAABAI/HjpyoP7Zq6w/s1600/porto_praia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibia2VthHqY/Tcic3cF_V2I/AAAAAAAABAI/HjpyoP7Zq6w/s200/porto_praia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604902212510635874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4827599317260262293?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4827599317260262293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4827599317260262293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4827599317260262293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4827599317260262293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/05/portobello.html' title='Portobello'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUUq0LyMYxw/Tcib3ooiVMI/AAAAAAAABAA/y_BX2Cwkezo/s72-c/porto_ponei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-9023781514718656809</id><published>2011-05-09T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:32:03.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camelo babão</title><content type='html'>No hotel Portobello, no safari com um camelo babão.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNqWI8Ib38k?hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNqWI8Ib38k?hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pietro morreu de medo, claro. Depois, ao ser zoado por ser medroso, ele respondeu muito seriamente: "o camelo tinha dentes" &lt;br /&gt;tá certo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-9023781514718656809?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/9023781514718656809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=9023781514718656809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/9023781514718656809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/9023781514718656809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/05/camelo-babao.html' title='Camelo babão'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7542375243101141369</id><published>2011-05-02T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:58:06.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O rio de janeiro continua lindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q9QqzgH84w/Tb9hJ5VhhLI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q1ugFIrPhKs/s1600/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q9QqzgH84w/Tb9hJ5VhhLI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q1ugFIrPhKs/s200/praia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602303284110001330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praião domingo passado. Na hora de sair de casa Stella chorou que não queria ir de jeito nenhum. Manha só por que falou com a mãe no telefone. E veja só como se divertiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7542375243101141369?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7542375243101141369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7542375243101141369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7542375243101141369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7542375243101141369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-rio-de-janeiro-continua-lindo.html' title='O rio de janeiro continua lindo...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q9QqzgH84w/Tb9hJ5VhhLI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q1ugFIrPhKs/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7982146473401340903</id><published>2011-04-04T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:30:04.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais barbiloche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTUJZ3dOMvo/TZpwkgunVfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/c0EyAQfjTII/s1600/bariloche-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTUJZ3dOMvo/TZpwkgunVfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/c0EyAQfjTII/s200/bariloche-62.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591905659896944114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxqJ6NCMW_Q/TZpwkVyGquI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0Sep7iYdKtk/s1600/bariloche-97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxqJ6NCMW_Q/TZpwkVyGquI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0Sep7iYdKtk/s200/bariloche-97.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591905656958790370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4i8QubfZQbE/TZpwkW95m5I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/T79jH4xEC9E/s1600/bariloche-92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4i8QubfZQbE/TZpwkW95m5I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/T79jH4xEC9E/s200/bariloche-92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591905657276701586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e8XxZJDYwk/TZpwkCsgYVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hJp-FP6ZfF4/s1600/bariloche-76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e8XxZJDYwk/TZpwkCsgYVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hJp-FP6ZfF4/s200/bariloche-76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591905651835035986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7982146473401340903?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7982146473401340903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7982146473401340903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7982146473401340903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7982146473401340903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/04/mais-barbiloche.html' title='Mais barbiloche'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTUJZ3dOMvo/TZpwkgunVfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/c0EyAQfjTII/s72-c/bariloche-62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2232119020636250525</id><published>2011-04-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:18:46.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A festa da prima</title><content type='html'>Chegamos cedo. os primeiros e logo chegaram 2 amiguinhas da Stella. Pietro ficou meio excluido e foi logo dizendo "essa festa tá muito chata". Se fosse a Stella, ia logo implicando com os amigos do Pietro e mostrando a que veio. Isso ai, menina de atitude. Pietrino ficou meio entediado, mas aí a festa começou a esquentar, mais crianças chegando e pronto: já estava freneticamente correndo e brincando. Mas o frenesi de Pietro e stella acontece quando, depois do parabéns, chega um grupo de adolescentes selvagens, invade o carrossel que os pequenos estavam, tocam o maior rebu e eles, excitadissimos, descem e começam a girar com toda a força o carrossel, incentivados pelos gritos dos tais adolescentes selvagens. Mas não tem foto disso.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbYG4v6o2oE/TZpt1Nj1iII/AAAAAAAAA_I/gUrOsgEJ1bg/s1600/bolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbYG4v6o2oE/TZpt1Nj1iII/AAAAAAAAA_I/gUrOsgEJ1bg/s200/bolo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591902648274356354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbGZ_qtIZ1M/TZpt1GK-2AI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RLKmrRYrUfc/s1600/aniversariostella2011-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbGZ_qtIZ1M/TZpt1GK-2AI/AAAAAAAAA_A/RLKmrRYrUfc/s200/aniversariostella2011-45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591902646291060738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwp6uSMKyHE/TZpt01kXuBI/AAAAAAAAA-4/DFfDFpcAJpg/s1600/aniversariostella2011-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwp6uSMKyHE/TZpt01kXuBI/AAAAAAAAA-4/DFfDFpcAJpg/s200/aniversariostella2011-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591902641834145810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq-AwfRN2lY/TZpt0xOc6YI/AAAAAAAAA-w/tBTb4ZPWXe0/s1600/aniversariostella2011-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq-AwfRN2lY/TZpt0xOc6YI/AAAAAAAAA-w/tBTb4ZPWXe0/s200/aniversariostella2011-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591902640668469634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2232119020636250525?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2232119020636250525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2232119020636250525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2232119020636250525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2232119020636250525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/04/festa-da-prima.html' title='A festa da prima'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbYG4v6o2oE/TZpt1Nj1iII/AAAAAAAAA_I/gUrOsgEJ1bg/s72-c/bolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-6513675361358177173</id><published>2011-03-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:58:43.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbieloche</title><content type='html'>Segundo a Stella nós fomos pra Barbieloche. Só ela mesma pra inventar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rqJjNa0ILY/TX1nlSa0YOI/AAAAAAAAA94/96arYFjFKcA/s1600/arg_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rqJjNa0ILY/TX1nlSa0YOI/AAAAAAAAA94/96arYFjFKcA/s200/arg_06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583733003306426594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Banho de espuma no banheiro do hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WUICBTeBXo/TX1n4G1dHpI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Kl0egbxdVT0/s1600/arg_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WUICBTeBXo/TX1n4G1dHpI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Kl0egbxdVT0/s200/arg_08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583733326614437522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visual lindo do quarto em Bariloche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBFpHnM8lVg/TX1oMTIgsNI/AAAAAAAAA-o/F6HSu-UW6pk/s1600/arg_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBFpHnM8lVg/TX1oMTIgsNI/AAAAAAAAA-o/F6HSu-UW6pk/s200/arg_12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583733673512972498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaM_aFMF9dQ/TX1oMcbok_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/29N-Ol4Nh5o/s1600/arg_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaM_aFMF9dQ/TX1oMcbok_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/29N-Ol4Nh5o/s200/arg_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583733676009100274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp10hpefOvg/TX1oMGS_51I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/FOp9N93OaUM/s1600/arg_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qp10hpefOvg/TX1oMGS_51I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/FOp9N93OaUM/s200/arg_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583733670067300178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLfCnzYfT_U/TX1oL204kCI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/OYN_9PDiFCA/s1600/arg_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLfCnzYfT_U/TX1oL204kCI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/OYN_9PDiFCA/s200/arg_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583733665914458146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6wTJDNbiPg/TX1oL4H9EDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/vUBHszGM6bE/s1600/arg_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6wTJDNbiPg/TX1oL4H9EDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/vUBHszGM6bE/s200/arg_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583733666262880306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-6513675361358177173?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6513675361358177173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=6513675361358177173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6513675361358177173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6513675361358177173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/03/barbieloche.html' title='Barbieloche'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rqJjNa0ILY/TX1nlSa0YOI/AAAAAAAAA94/96arYFjFKcA/s72-c/arg_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5946425384089310424</id><published>2011-02-10T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:09:54.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exames</title><content type='html'>E pela primeira vez, Pietro fez exame de sangue. Eu já estava com toda a estratégia bolada: primeiro, com a desculpa de entregar o exame de urina no laboratório, disse que tinhamos que ir lá cedinho e que não podia comer nada nem beber nescau, pois senão estragava o xixi. Mas como ele já tinha visto o amigo fazer exame de sangue ha uma semana, desconfiou. E perguntou. E eu disse a verdade e lancei a pergunta "será que seu sangue é verde como do ben10?"&lt;br /&gt;Ficou meio bolado de fazer o exame, mas curioso de saber se tinha sangue verde. À noite ele disse que ainda não estava preparado pra fazer exame de sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia ameaçou uma manha pra ir, mas se conteve e fomos. Outra parte da estratégia eram os aplicativos de dinossauro maneirissimos que baixei no ipad. Veio uma enfermeira catar a veia dele com o dedo. Ipad rolando, Pietro às gargalhadas e a enfermeira mais ainda. Mas nada de veia. Saiu e chamou outro enfermeiro q tb morreu de rir do dinossauro que imita o que os outros dizem, mas nada de veia. Saiu. Veio outra enfermeira que já não achou graça no dinossauro, mas achou uma veia. Eu fiquei tensa, coloquei o joguinho do danoninho de atirar bolas de neve nos pinguins e fiquei freneticamente mostrando a ele. Tudo certo, agulha dentro, sangue vermelho saindo e Pietro, sem chorar, mas pedindo pra tirar. Não sabia se reclamava ou se olhava a mãe louca jogando o joguinho. E pronto. Acabou. Sangue tirado, e nenhuma lagima caida.&lt;br /&gt;Ufa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5946425384089310424?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5946425384089310424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5946425384089310424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5946425384089310424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5946425384089310424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/02/exames.html' title='Exames'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7283262659674111045</id><published>2011-01-25T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:59:42.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No suposto hotel fazenda</title><content type='html'>Incrivel. E o fim de semana no tal hotel fazenda foi perfeito. Tempo ótimo, hotel vazio, lugar perfeito pra crianças e um recreador pentelho que as crianças adoraram. Ficaram praticamente 60% do tempo, em que estavam acordados, na piscina. E sozinhos, sem boia. Alugaram muito o Carlos. Já a mamãe só entrou um pouquinho por causa do nojinho que tem de xixina. Mas de fazenda o hotel não tinha nada. E só nos demos conta disso a caminho quando Pietro começou a dizer que ia ver os bichos de fazenda... e agora josé?&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo deu certo e eles amaram o lugar, mesmo tendo como bicho apenas um cavalo e um cachorro pulguento que Pietro cismou de levar pra casa. Muito bom ver como Pietro e stella estão crescidos; as brincadeiras deles, o jeito de se entreter, me lembra tanto minha infância. Aquela felicidade sem limite que a gente tinha nas coisas mais bobas... e vivendo tudo como se não houvesse amanhã. Espero que aproveitem muito ainda. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TT9wnVPkBII/AAAAAAAAA9s/O9OFyYtPNdg/s1600/minas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TT9wnVPkBII/AAAAAAAAA9s/O9OFyYtPNdg/s200/minas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566291485472851074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7283262659674111045?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7283262659674111045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7283262659674111045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7283262659674111045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7283262659674111045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-tal-hotel-fazenda.html' title='No suposto hotel fazenda'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TT9wnVPkBII/AAAAAAAAA9s/O9OFyYtPNdg/s72-c/minas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4982235621384007592</id><published>2011-01-11T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:51:23.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No corcovado de Batman</title><content type='html'>E enquanto a mamãe trabalhava, Pietro se divertia no corcovado com os priminhos novos e antigos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TSz60xUQEuI/AAAAAAAAA9k/aNuypPFpeLE/s1600/P1020577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TSz60xUQEuI/AAAAAAAAA9k/aNuypPFpeLE/s200/P1020577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561095424394138338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TSz60tHCVCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nbSwo2e3XpA/s1600/P1020575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TSz60tHCVCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nbSwo2e3XpA/s200/P1020575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561095423264969762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TSz60hTAlTI/AAAAAAAAA9U/4vcvspVearg/s1600/P1020572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TSz60hTAlTI/AAAAAAAAA9U/4vcvspVearg/s200/P1020572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561095420093961522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4982235621384007592?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4982235621384007592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4982235621384007592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4982235621384007592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4982235621384007592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-corcovado-de-batman.html' title='No corcovado de Batman'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TSz60xUQEuI/AAAAAAAAA9k/aNuypPFpeLE/s72-c/P1020577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1847272124264706336</id><published>2010-12-11T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:52:22.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masoquista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQPWYPdlM8I/AAAAAAAAA9I/zOrV9qRDA6I/s1600/paco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQPWYPdlM8I/AAAAAAAAA9I/zOrV9qRDA6I/s200/paco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549514877806392258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paco mia, reclama, Pietro maltrata, mas no fundo ele gosta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1847272124264706336?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1847272124264706336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1847272124264706336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1847272124264706336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1847272124264706336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/12/masoquista.html' title='Masoquista'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQPWYPdlM8I/AAAAAAAAA9I/zOrV9qRDA6I/s72-c/paco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7091579285175918759</id><published>2010-12-10T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:41:37.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capoeira</title><content type='html'>E antes do teatrinho teve a capoeira. Escolados que somos, nos escondemos eu e Carlos. Sim, pois ele morre de vergonha da gente. Na verdade ele tem muito medo de nos decepcionar, de não estar à altura de nossa expectativa e então dá pra trás, se esconde, não quer se expor na nossa frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem nos ver, Pietro estava a vontade, cantando, batendo palmas e quando foi a hora dele fez tudo muito bem. Uma graça. Ainda bem q a mãe de um amiguinho fez o registro fotográfico, pois nós continuavamos num canto escondidos. Assim que acabou, mostramos a cara. Pietro na maior surpresa nos olhou e disse "eu nem vi vocês ai" ... bobinho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQLWu3lsuPI/AAAAAAAAA9A/iiF_0yFMaUM/s1600/capoeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQLWu3lsuPI/AAAAAAAAA9A/iiF_0yFMaUM/s200/capoeira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549233791558269170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7091579285175918759?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7091579285175918759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7091579285175918759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7091579285175918759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7091579285175918759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/12/capoeira.html' title='Capoeira'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQLWu3lsuPI/AAAAAAAAA9A/iiF_0yFMaUM/s72-c/capoeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5170721199795209003</id><published>2010-12-10T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:32:40.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previsões erradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQLRzVOo4hI/AAAAAAAAA84/WNbzP9ZpYac/s1600/teaatro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQLRzVOo4hI/AAAAAAAAA84/WNbzP9ZpYac/s200/teaatro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549228370675950098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jurava que Pietro não ia querer participar do espetáculo de fim do ano da escola. Quando ele me disse isso eu falei "que bom, vai me fazer economizar um bom dinheiro."&lt;br /&gt;Então os ensaios começaram e parece que se animou. Comprei 2 convites. Mais pra frente percebi que corria o risco de dele querer mesmo participar. Comprei mais 2 convites. No último dia pra pagar a carissima fantasia, paguei. Tudo indicava que ele iria mesmo participar. Não lelava a menor fé na produçao. Imaginei algo prá lá de mambembe. Até o dia do ensaio geral apostava qye ele não ia querer entrar. Foi a última previsão errada. O espetáculo foi lindo, bem ensaiado, musicas lindas e Pietro não só entrou, como fez tudo di-rei-ti-nho.&lt;br /&gt;O que deu errado? Eu estava sentada na 1º cadeira, colada no palco, na extrema esquerda e Pietro ficou o tempo todo à extrema direita. Era pra ter ficado com muita raiva. Que azar. Depois pensei: se ele tivesse ficado ali, na nossa cara, era capaz de ter olhado pra gente, se envergonhar e não fazer nada. Melhor assim então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, as fotos no palco ficaram devidamente uma M*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo: (Pietro é aquele fofo fazendo tudo certinho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TslRT_35Wc?hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TslRT_35Wc?hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5170721199795209003?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5170721199795209003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5170721199795209003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5170721199795209003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5170721199795209003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/12/previsoes-erradas.html' title='Previsões erradas'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TQLRzVOo4hI/AAAAAAAAA84/WNbzP9ZpYac/s72-c/teaatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1066376210822611906</id><published>2010-11-02T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:43:10.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TNCTHixjtpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dgj2CwlRowk/s1600/halloween_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TNCTHixjtpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dgj2CwlRowk/s200/halloween_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535085699841373842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TNCTHOt-eCI/AAAAAAAAA8g/CsD2TJJyHzg/s1600/halloween_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TNCTHOt-eCI/AAAAAAAAA8g/CsD2TJJyHzg/s200/halloween_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535085694457640994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no sábado de manhã peguei Stella e fomos para o Saara. Só nós 2. Entramos em várias lojas, todas com coisas incríveis de halloween, monstros, fantasias, acessórios. Comprei tudo o que precisava para a festa à tarde e mais um monte de coisas que não precisava. Resultado: $$ a menos e uma festa bem legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito correr pra lá e pra cá carregando Stella num braço e umas 7 sacolas no outro, fomos embora. Cheguei correndo, dei almoço pra todos, arrumei a casa, passei pano no chão, tomei banho e... não descansei. Desci pra arrumar a festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando uma mãe sem noção e sem educação, e que primeiro tentou levar o caminhão do Pietro (se eu não tivesse corrido atrás dela pra pedir de volta) e depois levou meu balde de abobora na maior cara de pau, a festa foi muito divertida e animada. Muitas crianças apareceram. Todos fantasiados e os brinquedos que levei foram o maior sucesso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final do dia, em casa, banho tomado... eu estava um caco, destruida e dolorida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... aproveito enquanto ainda aguento. Com certeza nesse dia perdi um kilo pelo menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra variar as fotos que tirei ficaram meia-bomba. OK... um dia eu aprendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TNC-F0lA8rI/AAAAAAAAA8w/o-NyQtTKMuM/s1600/fotos_halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TNC-F0lA8rI/AAAAAAAAA8w/o-NyQtTKMuM/s200/fotos_halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535132949260858034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1066376210822611906?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1066376210822611906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1066376210822611906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1066376210822611906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1066376210822611906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TNCTHixjtpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dgj2CwlRowk/s72-c/halloween_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4027079499165712391</id><published>2010-10-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T14:02:29.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programa legal</title><content type='html'>Vestimos o cocar e fomos para a exposição de .... de... bom, sei lá de que, mas tinha um monte de aviões, helicópteros e gipes de guerra pras crianças entrarem, apresentação de acrobacias de aviões de caça e um museu com fila kilométrica que não encaramos.&lt;br /&gt;Era de fato um programa de índio, mas Pietro gostou e aprendeu muito. Ainda mais que o querido primo João foi junto&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkQ4brbjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ISgVNRKV0L0/s1600/aviao4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkQ4brbjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ISgVNRKV0L0/s200/aviao4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529123208716578354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkQfgrP2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-PLlZZnbn5E/s1600/aviao3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkQfgrP2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-PLlZZnbn5E/s200/aviao3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529123202026651490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkP39WAMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/6_T5hecqnBk/s1600/aviao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkP39WAMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/6_T5hecqnBk/s200/aviao2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529123191409475778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkPk29kiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8HRvwD-b-pw/s1600/aviao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkPk29kiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8HRvwD-b-pw/s200/aviao1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529123186282435106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4027079499165712391?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4027079499165712391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4027079499165712391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4027079499165712391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4027079499165712391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/10/programa-legal.html' title='Programa legal'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TLtkQ4brbjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ISgVNRKV0L0/s72-c/aviao4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7052893914359564956</id><published>2010-09-21T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:11:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novamente apaixonado</title><content type='html'>Quando tinha 3 anos, Pietro se apaixonou pela professora de ginástica. Agora esta apaixonado por uma amiguinha da escola. Outro dia me disse que vai casar com ela e vir morar aqui em casa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto... começamos bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7052893914359564956?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7052893914359564956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7052893914359564956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7052893914359564956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7052893914359564956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/09/novamente-apaixonada.html' title='Novamente apaixonado'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5467912728139500469</id><published>2010-08-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:33:29.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic no bosque da barra</title><content type='html'>É praticamente uma quinta da boa vista, mas sem aquele zoologico de seres humanos sem educação. Passamos a manha de domingo por lá. Encontramos os amigos da escola, do predio, pietro andou de bike, fez tatuagem, subiu em arvore e até tentamos soltar pipa. Mas comer que é bom... nem um pãozinho de queijo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7xa-IrbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/o-w8_Kz333c/s1600/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7xa-IrbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/o-w8_Kz333c/s200/pic5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510993920513322418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7w61h8CI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FsLLOAVOxhw/s1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7w61h8CI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FsLLOAVOxhw/s200/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510993911887294498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7wWATrZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/SUSzzNlsRo4/s1600/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7wWATrZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/SUSzzNlsRo4/s200/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510993902000385426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7wDoEGWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/vTFMDffU2H4/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7wDoEGWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/vTFMDffU2H4/s200/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510993897066862946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7v9VFoZI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/dw6U_a9DKUk/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7v9VFoZI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/dw6U_a9DKUk/s200/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510993895376658834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5467912728139500469?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5467912728139500469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5467912728139500469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5467912728139500469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5467912728139500469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/08/picnic-no-bosque-da-barra.html' title='picnic no bosque da barra'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/THr7xa-IrbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/o-w8_Kz333c/s72-c/pic5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1027084583834630013</id><published>2010-08-10T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:50:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP71V6icI/AAAAAAAAA7I/j8jT8GYo1hI/s1600/pietro30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP71V6icI/AAAAAAAAA7I/j8jT8GYo1hI/s200/pietro30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503979215205861826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP7tlLaTI/AAAAAAAAA7A/brMbhNNbSbY/s1600/pietro37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP7tlLaTI/AAAAAAAAA7A/brMbhNNbSbY/s200/pietro37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503979213122398514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP7M0oihI/AAAAAAAAA64/2yqNa8JpvVg/s1600/pietro27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP7M0oihI/AAAAAAAAA64/2yqNa8JpvVg/s200/pietro27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503979204328851986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP65X44BI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RVhhF6pw7m0/s1600/pietro19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP65X44BI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RVhhF6pw7m0/s200/pietro19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503979199108014098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP6sUMJ-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/1s-GZRyoBPI/s1600/pietro23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP6sUMJ-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/1s-GZRyoBPI/s200/pietro23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503979195602839522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1027084583834630013?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1027084583834630013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1027084583834630013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1027084583834630013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1027084583834630013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TGIP71V6icI/AAAAAAAAA7I/j8jT8GYo1hI/s72-c/pietro30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-533522066290439546</id><published>2010-08-08T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:04:17.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E mais uma festa pro meu curriculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre não aproveitei nada. Fiquei tirando fotos, que ficaram pessimas e tentando falar com os convidados. Ficava cerca de 40 segundos em cada mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme previa, tinha gente saindo pelo ladrão, mas ainda bem que alguns faltaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesa era aquela alegoria carnavalesca de sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8HgYND3II/AAAAAAAAA5w/ARuCsClFspk/s1600/niver01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8HgYND3II/AAAAAAAAA5w/ARuCsClFspk/s200/niver01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503125522504473730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O bolo ficou bem legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8Hg9FlZXI/AAAAAAAAA54/KcrocICnSak/s1600/bolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8Hg9FlZXI/AAAAAAAAA54/KcrocICnSak/s200/bolo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503125532405228914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teatrinho &lt;/span&gt;prendeu a atenção das crianças, mas nessa hora eu tinha ido trocar o sapato q, além de estar me torturando por ser mega alto, saia toda hora do meu pé por causa da meia fina. Tive de experimentar uns 6 sapatos diferentes e por fim, tive de tirar a meia, pois todos ficaram largos com ela. Um inferno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8IXcWtCfI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BLEvK30UenE/s1600/teatrinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8IXcWtCfI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BLEvK30UenE/s200/teatrinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503126468511468018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8IXLs4-nI/AAAAAAAAA6I/QrVrzHUUWLg/s1600/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8IXLs4-nI/AAAAAAAAA6I/QrVrzHUUWLg/s200/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503126464041122418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Os amigos queridos que tornam a festa divertida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ve pensa: que menino educado, carinhoso e extrovertido. ha-ham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8JdWqRo6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/lm6UxD05dQc/s1600/niver02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8JdWqRo6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/lm6UxD05dQc/s200/niver02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503127669573788578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os tão esperados&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; homem aranha e venom&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8IWgSLhRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/N29ssBnYkPM/s1600/homemaranha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8IWgSLhRI/AAAAAAAAA6A/N29ssBnYkPM/s200/homemaranha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503126452386366738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8NqMMHe3I/AAAAAAAAA6g/gCWBeuFdFjI/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8NqMMHe3I/AAAAAAAAA6g/gCWBeuFdFjI/s200/22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503132288147749746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apesar dos amigos todos, ficou bem colado na prima querida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-533522066290439546?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/533522066290439546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=533522066290439546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/533522066290439546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/533522066290439546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-mais-uma-festa-pro-meu-curriculo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TF8HgYND3II/AAAAAAAAA5w/ARuCsClFspk/s72-c/niver01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-513811537629755314</id><published>2010-07-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:51:59.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bike</title><content type='html'>Pietro ganhou a tão desejada bicicleta de aniversário, adiantada, pra aproveitar nas ferias. Eu não estava na hora, mas pedi ao Carlos pra filmar. Infelizmente não rolou, pois na hora pietro ficou tão encabulado com a surpresa que sumiu. Ele não esperava mesmo ganhar a bike assim, de repente. Tadinho, ficou tão feliz!!! Ficou pedalando do meu quarto pra sala durante horas. No dia seguinte eu fui com ele na garagem, pois chovia interruptamente. Depois de 2 dias fomos na ciclovia e ele ficou tenso. Devia ter filmado... tadinho, até desceu da bike quando viu uma ladeirinha de nada. Mas agora já está ninja, correndo pra lá e pra ca. Ainda não levou nenhum tombo feio. Espero q continue assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-513811537629755314?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/513811537629755314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=513811537629755314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/513811537629755314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/513811537629755314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/07/bike.html' title='A bike'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2499718222869312039</id><published>2010-07-18T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:38:58.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O reserva</title><content type='html'>Primeira aula de futebol do Pietro foi um sucesso. pelo menos em relação às outras 3, em que ficou 100% do tempo no banco do reserva. Nem quis treinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na primeira aula, ele logo foi fazer os exercícios com a bola, de frente, de costas, tudo certinho, tirando as inúmeras  vezes que colocou a mão na bola. Parece que leva mais jeito pra basquete mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4m3x-34I9c&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4m3x-34I9c&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_4I4tZLeqM&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_4I4tZLeqM&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctQZtHfhb_w&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctQZtHfhb_w&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando teve de disputar a bola com um amigo... pronto. A coisa desandou, começou a chorar e não quis mais saber de bola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaGKdivCuJE&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaGKdivCuJE&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2499718222869312039?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2499718222869312039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2499718222869312039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2499718222869312039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2499718222869312039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-reserva.html' title='O reserva'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-9215497251568515898</id><published>2010-07-11T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:46:58.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Efeitos</title><content type='html'>Na praia deserta em copa? Só mesmo com photoshop&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnZWOR0ixI/AAAAAAAAA5o/foDA-584h8Q/s1600/copa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnZWOR0ixI/AAAAAAAAA5o/foDA-584h8Q/s200/copa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492660196368222994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-9215497251568515898?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/9215497251568515898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=9215497251568515898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/9215497251568515898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/9215497251568515898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/07/efeitos.html' title='Efeitos'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnZWOR0ixI/AAAAAAAAA5o/foDA-584h8Q/s72-c/copa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1924649032306956706</id><published>2010-07-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:41:07.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamãe cara-de-pau</title><content type='html'>Mamãe do Pietro fez aniversário. Na hora de comprar a velinha, não achou a da idade, mas pegou essa... dava quase na mesma.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnX3vf1wOI/AAAAAAAAA5g/u0-9EA9pCHQ/s1600/niver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnX3vf1wOI/AAAAAAAAA5g/u0-9EA9pCHQ/s200/niver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492658573197820130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1924649032306956706?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1924649032306956706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1924649032306956706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1924649032306956706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1924649032306956706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/07/mamae-cara-de-pau.html' title='Mamãe cara-de-pau'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnX3vf1wOI/AAAAAAAAA5g/u0-9EA9pCHQ/s72-c/niver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2628713240101744706</id><published>2010-07-11T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:37:47.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na fazendinha</title><content type='html'>Levei Pietro na fazendinha. R$ 35,00 de cada um só pra colocar os pés lá dentro. E a única coisa que ele se interessou de fato, foi brincar com os 2 brindes (carrinho e moto) vagabundissimos que havia ganhado.&lt;br /&gt;Montar no cavalo? Nem pensar!! Ir ver os porquinhos, avestruz, boi, etc...? Só mesmo arrastando ele. Fazendinha roubada, never more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnXGocMC6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jNUfpAmp6zY/s1600/fazendinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnXGocMC6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jNUfpAmp6zY/s200/fazendinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492657729489865634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2628713240101744706?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2628713240101744706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2628713240101744706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2628713240101744706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2628713240101744706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/07/na-fazendinha.html' title='Na fazendinha'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TDnXGocMC6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jNUfpAmp6zY/s72-c/fazendinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4487699463614006437</id><published>2010-06-27T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:28:04.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY primeira parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCeemoAAfcI/AAAAAAAAA44/FxaE2SlInUs/s1600/hamptons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCeemoAAfcI/AAAAAAAAA44/FxaE2SlInUs/s200/hamptons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487529057383906754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20 dias viajando com Pietro. Ficamos exaustos no final. Como sempre. NY não é bem uma cidade para se levar crianças desta idade, mas aproveitamos. &lt;br /&gt;Começamos a viagem indo pra casa dos amigos no Hampton´s. A casa era linda, as crianças se divertiram muito. Parecia a casa dos backyardigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCelmbi01vI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/eS-dM93Vzd0/s1600/NY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCelmbi01vI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/eS-dM93Vzd0/s200/NY1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487536750621677298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois fomos de carro para NY e lá ficamos 2 dias. Fizemos aquele passeio numa lancha q corre muito e pietro se amarrou, claro. E fomos no museu de história natural onde Pietro apenas se interessava pela engrenagem de um elevados de vidro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCeenc7XWOI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dqP9-0YpGNs/s1600/boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCeenc7XWOI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dqP9-0YpGNs/s200/boston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487529071591512290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pegamos o avião e fomos pra Boston, cidade bonita, meio sem-sal, mas bem arrumadinha. O passeio no tal onibus que vai na água foi o mais esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum momento fizemos um pitstop no six flags, onde comprovei mais uma vez que não sou mesmo chegada a um parque de diverões, mas Pietro e Carlos bastante! Pietro queria ir em todos os brinquedos radicais e não parava de dizer que quando crescesse iria pra todas aquelas montanhas russas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCelS346wbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/up8WRckc92E/s1600/sixflags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCelS346wbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/up8WRckc92E/s200/sixflags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487536414633148850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4487699463614006437?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4487699463614006437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4487699463614006437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4487699463614006437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4487699463614006437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/06/ny-primeira-parte.html' title='NY primeira parte'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TCeemoAAfcI/AAAAAAAAA44/FxaE2SlInUs/s72-c/hamptons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5464775732082627581</id><published>2010-06-03T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:36:19.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um business boy</title><content type='html'>Pietro me escutou comentar que queria vender esse triciclo dele e não dar. Ficou na dele. Depois, foi pra a minha faxineira, que tem filho pequeno e muitas vezes ele dá brinquedos pra ela, mostrou o triciclo e disse: "essa bicicleta é muito bonita, mas eu to vendendo. Custa seicentos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAevwsPgswI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dZPwrIdDYO8/s1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAevwsPgswI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dZPwrIdDYO8/s200/bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478540722764296962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, mas vamos baixar o preço um pouquinho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5464775732082627581?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5464775732082627581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5464775732082627581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5464775732082627581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5464775732082627581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-business-boy.html' title='Um business boy'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAevwsPgswI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dZPwrIdDYO8/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3321009099949605707</id><published>2010-05-30T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:06:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio no Pão de Açúcar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAMLGdFNBUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xQOLOmltaCI/s1600/pao_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAMLGdFNBUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xQOLOmltaCI/s200/pao_05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477233777326228802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAMLGBf0GJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1y8EGTK5zr8/s1600/pao_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAMLGBf0GJI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1y8EGTK5zr8/s200/pao_04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477233769921648786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAMLF0I2cNI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ihS_6pj186c/s1600/pao_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAMLF0I2cNI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ihS_6pj186c/s200/pao_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477233766335672530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3321009099949605707?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3321009099949605707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3321009099949605707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3321009099949605707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3321009099949605707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/05/passeio-no-pao-de-acucar.html' title='Passeio no Pão de Açúcar'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/TAMLGdFNBUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xQOLOmltaCI/s72-c/pao_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-327195021946752060</id><published>2010-04-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:25:31.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Num mar de gatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Sxwu-UgNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7Q5vpKZsUU0/s1600/pietroegatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Sxwu-UgNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7Q5vpKZsUU0/s200/pietroegatos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464187698708512978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moto endiabrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTXri1dblHE&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTXri1dblHE&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-327195021946752060?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/327195021946752060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=327195021946752060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/327195021946752060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/327195021946752060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/04/num-mar-de-gatos.html' title='Num mar de gatos'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Sxwu-UgNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/7Q5vpKZsUU0/s72-c/pietroegatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2481112049103810395</id><published>2010-04-25T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:16:58.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SwNEHUvLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9CCVLxX9hn4/s1600/botafogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SwNEHUvLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9CCVLxX9hn4/s200/botafogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464185986396503218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enfim o Botafogo vence alguma coisa para a felicidade suprema do menino, que começa a entender o que é torcer por um time de futebol e vive me ameaçando com a palavra Flamengooo... Ele já percebeu que é algo proibido, então se diverte com isso. Um perigo se ele for do tipo Transgressor de regras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SwMmYcGrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/fCoJK1HnwZ8/s1600/wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SwMmYcGrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/fCoJK1HnwZ8/s200/wii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464185978415225522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenho quase certeza que pietro não estava controlando carro nenhum, mas que se divertiu, se divertiu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2481112049103810395?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2481112049103810395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2481112049103810395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2481112049103810395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2481112049103810395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/04/enfim.html' title='Enfim...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SwNEHUvLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9CCVLxX9hn4/s72-c/botafogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-6944761268618670911</id><published>2010-04-25T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:08:42.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do contra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Su860hbFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/jus24tB-uKs/s1600/pijama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Su860hbFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/jus24tB-uKs/s200/pijama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464184609512189010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vasculhando as coisas do Pietro, com o Pietro, a babá achou um pijama comprado há cerca de um ano, quando ainda não cabia nele. Agora já tava quase ficando pequeno e só porque pareceu uma coisa proibida e divertida, Pietro quis colocar o tal pijama, contrariando seu comportamento usual de nunca querer vestir nada novo.&lt;br /&gt;Espero usar ainda bastante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-6944761268618670911?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6944761268618670911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=6944761268618670911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6944761268618670911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6944761268618670911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-contra.html' title='Do contra'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Su860hbFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/jus24tB-uKs/s72-c/pijama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-6188178153642403394</id><published>2010-04-25T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:11:05.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banho na laje</title><content type='html'>A moda nessa época de calor, porém não infernal, é colocar as crianças pra tomarem banho de piscina na varanda. Olhando o tamanho da piscina... coisa mais de pobre, né? Quem não tem cão caça com gato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SoSMCeekI/AAAAAAAAA3g/G8YYYdHdMx4/s1600/lage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SoSMCeekI/AAAAAAAAA3g/G8YYYdHdMx4/s200/lage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464177278329977410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar dos pesares, funciona muito bem: à tarde bate um solzinho bom; eu despejo meia duzia de brinquedos na varanda e consigo cerca de uma hora (com interrupções) de tempo pra fazer as minhas coisas. Claro que arrumar a zona depois significa mais uma hora (exagerando um pouco)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Svhu7eTqI/AAAAAAAAA3w/-UVz-Ag41Wo/s1600/laje3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Svhu7eTqI/AAAAAAAAA3w/-UVz-Ag41Wo/s200/laje3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464185241975279266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Sv2j3hp1I/AAAAAAAAA34/OIlTpbQxNCU/s1600/laje2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9Sv2j3hp1I/AAAAAAAAA34/OIlTpbQxNCU/s200/laje2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464185599783184210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-6188178153642403394?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6188178153642403394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=6188178153642403394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6188178153642403394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6188178153642403394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/04/banho-na-laje.html' title='Banho na laje'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S9SoSMCeekI/AAAAAAAAA3g/G8YYYdHdMx4/s72-c/lage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7057468390253135701</id><published>2010-03-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:01:55.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vergonha da mãe?</title><content type='html'>Lá pelos 8... 9 anos os meninos começam a ter vergonha dos pais e pedem pra que os deixem mais longe da escola pra que ninguém os veja chegando com os pais, certo? Certo. Menos quando falamos de Pietro que no auge de seus 3,5 anos, quando eu digo "me dá um beijo de despedida", pára a 10 metros de onde está a professora com a turminha dele e diz pra eu me despedir dali. Bem longe e assim ninguém vai ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu canso de contestar: "Pietro você está com vergonha da mamãe?" e ele, na maior cara de pau faz que sim com a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu agarrei e dei beijos e ele beijou, meio sem saco e saiu dizendo tchau, tchau... tipo "vaza mamãe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai que dura essa vida....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7057468390253135701?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7057468390253135701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7057468390253135701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7057468390253135701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7057468390253135701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/03/vergonha-da-mae.html' title='vergonha da mãe?'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2433578939353661751</id><published>2010-03-14T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:35:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella Sereia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S52OIWsSZfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FCnlKhQTcYw/s1600-h/sereia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S52OIWsSZfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FCnlKhQTcYw/s200/sereia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667398369601010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Festa da pequena sereia com direito à presença da própria. A moça até que era bem apessoada. Não sei se é pior ou melhor, pois os maridos logo vão reparando. Eu reparei foi no chiclete que a mocinha chegou mascando e a Lela teve de ir dizer pra ela que sereias não mascam chiclete. Também reparei no cabelo e comentei com meu marido que era cabelo natural. Ele riu na minha cara e disse que claro que era peruca. Tá vendo como reparam? &lt;br /&gt;Como sempre as crianças se divertiram, os adultos engordaram e eu e lela nos cansamos à vera.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S52OPD2upuI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1r7nf4OF-eY/s1600-h/sereia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S52OPD2upuI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1r7nf4OF-eY/s200/sereia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667513572206306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estreei meu cabelo novo de franjinha e pra minha decepção ninguém reparou. Nem a família. O marido só reparou por que foi me buscar no salão enquanto estava no meio do corte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S52OUQNpxwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lKrP8bXQ-pU/s1600-h/sereia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S52OUQNpxwI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/lKrP8bXQ-pU/s200/sereia3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667602788927234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2433578939353661751?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2433578939353661751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2433578939353661751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2433578939353661751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2433578939353661751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/03/stella-sereia.html' title='Stella Sereia'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S52OIWsSZfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/FCnlKhQTcYw/s72-c/sereia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-6434319398343101404</id><published>2010-03-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:44:46.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paco e kika</title><content type='html'>Pediram na escola uma foto da família reunida. Mandei uma de nós três. Mas quando Pietro foi entregar à professora disse que estavam faltando Paco e kika. Então, tive de mandar outra foto.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S50SKHWKydI/AAAAAAAAA24/9Z6PTValjec/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S50SKHWKydI/AAAAAAAAA24/9Z6PTValjec/s200/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448531089168189906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Afundando em gatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S50SKdogvDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/l9s8R13aujY/s1600-h/pietroegatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S50SKdogvDI/AAAAAAAAA3A/l9s8R13aujY/s200/pietroegatos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448531095150705714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-6434319398343101404?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6434319398343101404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=6434319398343101404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6434319398343101404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6434319398343101404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/03/paco-e-kika.html' title='Paco e kika'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S50SKHWKydI/AAAAAAAAA24/9Z6PTValjec/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3695260438822446879</id><published>2010-02-23T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:17:56.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irmão felino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R98fUmXCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RdqOc1BLlwk/s1600-h/nopuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R98fUmXCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RdqOc1BLlwk/s200/nopuf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441612727923924002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo o pietro, Paco é seu irmão. Tadinho... Neste dia trancou o pobre no quarto dele. Depois saiu e veio me dizer que paco tinha picado ele 2 vezes "e eu nem fiz maldade com ele" Sei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3695260438822446879?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3695260438822446879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3695260438822446879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3695260438822446879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3695260438822446879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/02/irmao-felino.html' title='Irmão felino'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R98fUmXCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RdqOc1BLlwk/s72-c/nopuf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4142580168216514222</id><published>2010-02-23T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:14:27.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval...ôôôô</title><content type='html'>Segunda antes do carnaval levo Pietro no medico pra ver a feridinha que tinha no bumbum. Diagnóstico: impetigo, altamente contagioso pra crianças, proibida a escola (que ia começar no dia seguinte), piscina e praia. Por 10 dias. Só isso. Em pleno verão, sol, calor e carnaval a vista. Então, no domingo arrumamos um belo hotel na cidade de friburgo e partimos. E o programa acabou sendo nota 10. Nos divertimos muito. O hotel era ótimo, no centro, perto do buxixo do carnaval e Pietro pode ver as alegorias do desfile na rua. A maior animação. Pena q não tirei foto disso.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte fomos num hotel trevas, mas que tinha fazendinha, cachoeira, cavalinho, e até um avestruz desdentado. Tudo estava ótimo apesar do nivel até quando chegou a hora do almoço. Um bandejão safado estilo projac. Por mim sem problemas, mas o carlos... o mal humor reinou e nos picamos. Ainda fomos no teleferico, pietro andou nos brinquedos, andou de jumento, de bondinho, enfim, se divertiu à vera como sempre.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R87Zt35NI/AAAAAAAAA2o/PY50iU4Eeew/s1600-h/frib05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R87Zt35NI/AAAAAAAAA2o/PY50iU4Eeew/s200/frib05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441611609727821010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R87JxSKTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/D2NO6pXWhyw/s1600-h/frib04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R87JxSKTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/D2NO6pXWhyw/s200/frib04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441611605447158066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R862LER-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/V0LjqhQl6_Y/s1600-h/frib03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R862LER-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/V0LjqhQl6_Y/s200/frib03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441611600186591202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R86WxKAnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6dmN0oomBFU/s1600-h/frib02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R86WxKAnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6dmN0oomBFU/s200/frib02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441611591756415602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R86GjFcRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zz1TvOlOMUs/s1600-h/frib01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R86GjFcRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zz1TvOlOMUs/s200/frib01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441611587402428690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4142580168216514222?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4142580168216514222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4142580168216514222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4142580168216514222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4142580168216514222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnavaloooo.html' title='Carnaval...ôôôô'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S4R87Zt35NI/AAAAAAAAA2o/PY50iU4Eeew/s72-c/frib05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7554109345482194451</id><published>2010-02-18T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:40:44.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veleiros à vista</title><content type='html'>E enquanto eu trabalhava numa sala gelada e sem janelas, Pietro foi com a Stella visitar os lindos veleiros que avistou pela manhã na praia. Um passeio incrível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S33dprys7wI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Y63dgB2tHDE/s1600-h/JGQ_0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S33dprys7wI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Y63dgB2tHDE/s200/JGQ_0884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439747633133186818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S33dWT4sqHI/AAAAAAAAA14/G3yIiBdOSo8/s1600-h/JGQ_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S33dWT4sqHI/AAAAAAAAA14/G3yIiBdOSo8/s200/JGQ_0810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439747300298369138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7554109345482194451?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7554109345482194451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7554109345482194451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7554109345482194451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7554109345482194451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/02/veleiros-vista.html' title='Veleiros à vista'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S33dprys7wI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Y63dgB2tHDE/s72-c/JGQ_0884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5786971682291365817</id><published>2010-01-27T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:30:28.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Édipo</title><content type='html'>Pietro vivendo o auge da fase de édipo:&lt;br /&gt;"mãe, você é malavilhosa"&lt;br /&gt;"mãe, casa comigo?"&lt;br /&gt;"mãe, você é linda!"&lt;br /&gt;"mãe, você é minha namorada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça forte e diz que estava com muita-muita-muita-muita saudade. Claro que o pai não tá gostando nada. Eu to aproveitando, pois sei que vai passar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5786971682291365817?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5786971682291365817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5786971682291365817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5786971682291365817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5786971682291365817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/01/edipo.html' title='Édipo'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5971365135768945125</id><published>2010-01-27T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:28:19.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engarrafamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S2DaGzBVI3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/zPONeNjZCko/s1600-h/quarto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S2DaGzBVI3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/zPONeNjZCko/s200/quarto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431580960918676338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registro do quarto do Pietro aos 3 anos. Carros, caminhões e tratores reinam. A brincadeira do momento, que eu de-tes-to, é colocar todos em fila, absolutamente todos e amarrar um no outro com os cintos dos nossos roupões de banho e cordinhas várias. É um saco amarrar tudo principalmente pela bagunça que faz. Ás vezes a fila começa no canto de seu quarto e vai até o final do corredor. Uma zona!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5971365135768945125?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5971365135768945125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5971365135768945125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5971365135768945125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5971365135768945125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/01/engarrafamento.html' title='Engarrafamento'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S2DaGzBVI3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/zPONeNjZCko/s72-c/quarto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-8735192525069937012</id><published>2010-01-16T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:42:22.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olinda e Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1IyiotDneI/AAAAAAAAA0w/koyOjrW7iEo/s1600-h/olinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1IyiotDneI/AAAAAAAAA0w/koyOjrW7iEo/s200/olinda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427456071558208994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primeiro fomos a Olinda, onde a única coisa que tinha pras crianças de fato se divertirem era a piscina e os bonecos gigantes. Mas nós adultos curtimos bastante a cidade jantando muito bem obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já em porto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1Ox36z13tI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/h7YL9TpIpDY/s1600-h/porto_pousada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1Ox36z13tI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/h7YL9TpIpDY/s200/porto_pousada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427877550149197522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Pousada foi ótima. Demoramos pra escolher, mas acertamos. Em frente à praia, tranquila, perto da vila, 2 piscinas e as crianças puderam ficar bastante soltas, mas sempre vigiadas. Pietro fez uma amizade: um menino de 6 anos. No início, como sempre, não queria saber do guri por perto. Eu o convidei pra brincar e pronto: Pietro adorou o moleque. O quarto dele era em cima do nosso e logo de manhã Pietro já acordava falando do menino. Nessa foto acima ele está olhando pro quarto dele, chateado por que ainda não tinha descido pra brincar. Incrível como Pietro, não parece, mas é carente. E odeia se sentir rejeitado.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1O8beu7AbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/sqd6yv5DDXc/s1600-h/porto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1O8beu7AbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/sqd6yv5DDXc/s200/porto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427889156203938226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1I8P6SrELI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Iy9VsdJQwM4/s1600-h/porto_praias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1I8P6SrELI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Iy9VsdJQwM4/s200/porto_praias2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427466744978149554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1I8PjT6PPI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pNiiWFuAe-U/s1600-h/porto_praias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1I8PjT6PPI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pNiiWFuAe-U/s200/porto_praias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427466738809322738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1I8PRGiZYI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Lvj5_oIU7CY/s1600-h/porto_lugares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1I8PRGiZYI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Lvj5_oIU7CY/s200/porto_lugares.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427466733921396098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resumo da ópera: crianças nadaram, se divertiram, brincaram, brigaram e adultos... se cansaram e descansaram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-8735192525069937012?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8735192525069937012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=8735192525069937012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8735192525069937012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8735192525069937012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2010/01/olinda-e-porto.html' title='Olinda e Porto'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/S1IyiotDneI/AAAAAAAAA0w/koyOjrW7iEo/s72-c/olinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1684127292715880077</id><published>2009-12-30T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:46:18.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A viagem... chuvosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu4KNgYLYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1EXPKbharMQ/s1600-h/campos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu4KNgYLYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1EXPKbharMQ/s200/campos2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421129062034189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enfim fomos fazer nossa viagem de fim de ano: Campos do Jordão e depois 2 dias nos parques hopi hari e wet´wild. Pra variar tempo ruim. Mas em Campos foi ótimo, pois a chuva não atrapalhou e fez um belo frioziiinho. Na primeira noite fomos comer fondue. Criamos toda a expectativa no Pietro e quando enfim chegou a panela com o liquido quente, Pietro não quis de jeito nenhum colocar sua carne lá dentro, pois cismou que estava com molho. Claro que teimoso que é, nada o convenceu e veja só como comeu a sua carne:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu2AhdnRVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/47jCb5vf-no/s1600-h/campos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu2AhdnRVI/AAAAAAAAA0I/47jCb5vf-no/s200/campos1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421126696569357650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu4Zyvp4pI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NqgIVoHKOqM/s1600-h/campos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu4Zyvp4pI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NqgIVoHKOqM/s200/campos3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421129329728414354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a grande sensação da viagem foi ela: a Maria Fumaça. Vimos chegar, engatar, andamos nela, vimos passar, estacionar na garagem, enfim... uma overdose de Maria Fumaça. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu5h1pP4aI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6NRc4gSQRkc/s1600-h/campos4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu5h1pP4aI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6NRc4gSQRkc/s200/campos4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421130567457431970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Incrível como Pietro ficou enfeitiçado e não queria parar de olhar. Até ela entrar na garagem e só então se convenceu e fomos embora. Mas eu ainda me pergunto o que faziam os adultos sem crianças num passeio sem graça de Maria Fumaça? sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu58AGpJMI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cemFy9wxRU0/s1600-h/campos5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu58AGpJMI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cemFy9wxRU0/s200/campos5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421131016941675714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E teve passeio à cavalo com a mamãe amazonas. Até galopamos. Uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim fomos no tal do Hopi Hari... assim que chegamos a chuva parou, mas quando estávamos (o pietro) no 4º brinquedo... pronto, começou aquela chuvinha fina, chata e que atrapalha quem quer ir nos brinquedos. Deixamos de ir em vários brinquedos por causa da chuva, fomos (o Pietro) nuns 5 ou 6 ao todo, pagamos (nós) 100 pratas pra entrar e ainda tinha uns brinquedinhos legais que Pietro queria ir fechados. &lt;br /&gt;Hopi Hari, tchauzinho pra vc... depois dessa, vou pra disney!! E enfim, resolvemos ir embora um dia antes, e dar um skip no wet´wild, visto que já estávamos wet o suficiente e não queriamos ficar nem um pouco wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1684127292715880077?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1684127292715880077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1684127292715880077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1684127292715880077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1684127292715880077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/12/viagem-chuvosa.html' title='A viagem... chuvosa'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Szu4KNgYLYI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1EXPKbharMQ/s72-c/campos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4684296246892265743</id><published>2009-12-04T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:12:02.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma peste, mas...</title><content type='html'>Lindo!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmlKO2FClI/AAAAAAAAA0A/o6xUxCt15e4/s1600-h/pedalinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmlKO2FClI/AAAAAAAAA0A/o6xUxCt15e4/s200/pedalinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411538022464555602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4684296246892265743?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4684296246892265743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4684296246892265743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4684296246892265743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4684296246892265743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-peste-mas.html' title='Uma peste, mas...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmlKO2FClI/AAAAAAAAA0A/o6xUxCt15e4/s72-c/pedalinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2845189379981331967</id><published>2009-12-04T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:09:28.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo na praia</title><content type='html'>Stella como sempre alimentando o Pietro. Na verdade ela é beeem mais gulosa que ele, por isso está sempre com uma guloseima na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmidAoEYTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/W32Ed-mbWLk/s1600-h/praia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmidAoEYTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/W32Ed-mbWLk/s200/praia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411535046530326834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmidlwqNxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/NSdn70L8hgM/s1600-h/praia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmidlwqNxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/NSdn70L8hgM/s200/praia3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411535056498472722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sxmiddp-EZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RdEkw6rJ1OU/s1600-h/praia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sxmiddp-EZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RdEkw6rJ1OU/s200/praia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411535054322930066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmknuYg9cI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HkfkdhZ9GZo/s1600-h/praia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmknuYg9cI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HkfkdhZ9GZo/s200/praia4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411537429635069378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2845189379981331967?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2845189379981331967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2845189379981331967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2845189379981331967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2845189379981331967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/12/domingo-na-praia.html' title='Domingo na praia'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxmidAoEYTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/W32Ed-mbWLk/s72-c/praia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7718130678845128295</id><published>2009-11-29T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:08:37.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A ginga ele sabe fazer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxLiaIG0eeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/jxqJujxapkU/s1600/ginga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxLiaIG0eeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/jxqJujxapkU/s200/ginga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409635040905951714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em buzios com Oliver, que está mais danado, fazendo algumas pirraças, mas mesmo assim ainda é um bomzinho comparado a Pietro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxLiZ5XFVRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Gb2Q-E2emPk/s1600/buzios2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxLiZ5XFVRI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Gb2Q-E2emPk/s200/buzios2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409635036947633426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxLiZZ_lwRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-VmQ9XCpbLk/s1600/buzios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxLiZZ_lwRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-VmQ9XCpbLk/s200/buzios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409635028527595794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7718130678845128295?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7718130678845128295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7718130678845128295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7718130678845128295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7718130678845128295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/ginga-ele-sabe-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SxLiaIG0eeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/jxqJujxapkU/s72-c/ginga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-6779138717354108994</id><published>2009-11-11T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:18:09.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele pensa em mim...</title><content type='html'>Pietro apareceu em casa com uma linda foto dele tirada na escola e atrás com a seguinte frase entre aspas: "É bom pensar quando eu penso em brincar com a mamãe de carrinho"&lt;br /&gt;Que lindo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-6779138717354108994?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6779138717354108994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=6779138717354108994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6779138717354108994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6779138717354108994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-pensa-em-mim.html' title='Ele pensa em mim...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7230849304985230513</id><published>2009-11-02T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:39:23.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No circo tosqueira</title><content type='html'>E depois da espetacular praia cheia de paraibas, entre outras coisas, no recreio, Pietro dormiu até 5:20. Acordei ele dizendo "vamos pro circo ver o globo da morte - os motoqueiros que rodam dentro de um globo". Chegamos no circo e antes de começar o espetáculo ele perguntou "cade a moto?". Não sei o que acontece, mas esse guri entra às vezes num looping de perguntas e não sai dele de jeito nium!. passou o espetáculo todo perguntando "cade a moto?". Claro que a moto foi a última atração, mas valeu; ainda mais que ficamos colados na grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qq1mm9loxY&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qq1mm9loxY&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jacarés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Su97lpQwPyI/AAAAAAAAAzA/T4sywWN0Y5Y/s1600-h/jacare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Su97lpQwPyI/AAAAAAAAAzA/T4sywWN0Y5Y/s200/jacare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670364902014754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7230849304985230513?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7230849304985230513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7230849304985230513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7230849304985230513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7230849304985230513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-circo-tosqueira.html' title='No circo tosqueira'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Su97lpQwPyI/AAAAAAAAAzA/T4sywWN0Y5Y/s72-c/jacare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5013400437995962017</id><published>2009-10-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:32:55.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barney, o filme</title><content type='html'>Voltando mais uma vez ao niver do Pietro, esse vídeo com a função da entrega da chupeta ao barney, q enfim uploadei, está hilário por 2 motivos:&lt;br /&gt;1 - o medo de todos nós ao encararmos pela primeira vez aquele barney medonho (pietro ainda ensaia o típico "não" de quanto está com medo de algo&lt;br /&gt;2 - a tia lela que filma igual a cara do barney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rxrj0k16gEQ&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rxrj0k16gEQ&amp;hl=pt&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5013400437995962017?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5013400437995962017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5013400437995962017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5013400437995962017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5013400437995962017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/barney-o-filme.html' title='Barney, o filme'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3718464164450365863</id><published>2009-10-12T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:22:42.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente de grego?</title><content type='html'>E o presente mais esperado para o dia das crianças foi... um lindo patinete do homem aranha! Well... mas as coisas não foram bem como esperávamos. Resumindo a história, Pietro não é ainda capaz de andar no treco. Se embanana todo, mas percebe não só a desenvoltura que a prima já tem, mas a nossa expectativa quanto ao fato dele andar bem no patinete. E como não consegue, ao invés de tentar se superar, desiste, fica chateado e inventando desculpas pra não andar. Será que Pietro vai ser assim a vida toda? Encontra uma dificuldade e por medo de não conseguir tira o time de campo? Bom, não dá pra saber, mas uma coisa é certa: vamos tirar o patinete de circulação por um tempo. Aliás, podíamos voltar a dar a ele de presene no natal, assim economizamos um presente. kkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O irmão felino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pietro vive torturando o paco e no entanto o bicho não só não tem nenhum medo dele, como ainda deita ao seu lado no sofá, estica a patinha até seu joelho e dá um arranhãozinho carinhoso. Pietro reclamou comigo e minha resposta foi: "você vive maltratando o Paco e ele nunca reclamou nada comigo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/StNzDb4jXYI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vm4vF4baHp8/s1600-h/com_paco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/StNzDb4jXYI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vm4vF4baHp8/s200/com_paco3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779681754373506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/StNzDJnE4ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/bCBEhon9QVI/s1600-h/com_paco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/StNzDJnE4ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/bCBEhon9QVI/s200/com_paco2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779676849234322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/StNzCuDCTVI/AAAAAAAAAyo/D-dPZwd5hoo/s1600-h/com_paco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/StNzCuDCTVI/AAAAAAAAAyo/D-dPZwd5hoo/s200/com_paco1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391779669450313042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra quem acha que Paco está incomodado nessas fotos e sendo forçado a estar ali, informo: assim que Pietro soltou, ele continuou exatamente na mesma posição e de patas pro ar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3718464164450365863?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3718464164450365863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3718464164450365863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3718464164450365863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3718464164450365863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/presente-de-grego.html' title='Presente de grego?'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/StNzDb4jXYI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vm4vF4baHp8/s72-c/com_paco3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1379511405719661794</id><published>2009-10-06T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:36:23.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow summarin...</title><content type='html'>A maior expectativa foi ir visitar o tal "summarino" como diz o Pietro. Idéia da nonna, mas que eu já queria fazer ha um tempão. Foi muito bacana a visita principalmente por ser grátis. Em seguida fomos para o Centro Cultural do BB fingir que damos um pouco de cultura pras crianças. Agora a nova idéia da nonna é que não me convence muito... passear de helicoptero. Fico imaginando os 3 entrando naquele bicho barulhento e sumindo pelos ares... ah não... no way. Acho bom a nonna inventar outra brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SsvwGErX8_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/k69unAKmFTE/s1600-h/Submarino%2Be%2BJB%2B(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SsvwGErX8_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/k69unAKmFTE/s200/Submarino%2Be%2BJB%2B(19).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665366204478450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Ssvv7XEZyeI/AAAAAAAAAyY/2jEGMHwAGes/s1600-h/Submarino%2Be%2BJB%2B(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Ssvv7XEZyeI/AAAAAAAAAyY/2jEGMHwAGes/s200/Submarino%2Be%2BJB%2B(42).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665182162733538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Ssvv6zQ19OI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sHCZgL2fjrw/s1600-h/Submarino%2Be%2BJB%2B(32).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Ssvv6zQ19OI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sHCZgL2fjrw/s200/Submarino%2Be%2BJB%2B(32).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665172551234786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1379511405719661794?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1379511405719661794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1379511405719661794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1379511405719661794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1379511405719661794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/yellow-summarin.html' title='Yellow summarin...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SsvwGErX8_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/k69unAKmFTE/s72-c/Submarino%2Be%2BJB%2B(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3433418973802346580</id><published>2009-10-06T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:05:30.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SsvpMPK4tlI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7-S0EK01lng/s1600-h/Aniv_Joao_2009%2B(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SsvpMPK4tlI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7-S0EK01lng/s200/Aniv_Joao_2009%2B(18).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389657775518824018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É incrível como esses 2 primos se parecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bolo era do tio João, mas quem assoprou as velinhas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3433418973802346580?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3433418973802346580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3433418973802346580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3433418973802346580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3433418973802346580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/parabens.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SsvpMPK4tlI/AAAAAAAAAyI/7-S0EK01lng/s72-c/Aniv_Joao_2009%2B(18).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3943986238076097322</id><published>2009-09-24T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:26:21.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exagerei</title><content type='html'>Gosto muito de contar histórias pro Pietro à noite, antes de dormir. Hoje contei pela 8º vez a da Stellaluna, uma morceguinha que se perde da mãe. Eu sempre mudava a história pra não pegar pesado, afinal ela era nenem, estava voando colada na mamãe quando uma coruja malvada dá uma topada na mãe e Stellaluna cai e se perde. Não dá pra contar uma história assim pra um menininho de 3 anos, certo? Só que esse menininho de 3 ultimamente anda muito chato com a mamãe dele: me chama de boba, feia, chama a baba dizendo pra ela sentar perto dele, enfim... vai me provocando sabendo muito bem como essas coisas me atingem. E então, hoje resolvi tocar a real e não só contei que a Stellaluna se perde da mamãe, como ainda fiz um drama dizendo "mamãe, cadê você? eu estou me sentindo tão sozinha perdida na floresta" e "mamãe eu tô com muita saudades de você, estou arrependida de ter chamado você de boba e feia" e quando estava no "mamãe, estou sozinha na floresta sou tão pequena" escuto uuuuuuuuAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Pietro começa o maior choro. Cacilda, acho que peguei pesado. Na verdade eu não me aguentei e comecei a rir baixinho da situação, mas logo abracei ele, dei muitos beijos e disse pra não ficar assim, pois a nenem encontra a mamãe dela e elas nunca mais se separam, e etc... Meu fofinho... tadinho. Mas é mesmo bom ele ficar esperto. Humf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SrwcAKuLnQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4ZH9YCsivjM/s1600-h/fofo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SrwcAKuLnQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4ZH9YCsivjM/s200/fofo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385210043631901954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que reconheço que às vezes eu exagero e fico dando beijos nele o tempo todo; claro que criaça acha isso um saco. Mas eu não resisto. Ele é fofo demais!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3943986238076097322?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3943986238076097322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3943986238076097322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3943986238076097322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3943986238076097322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/exagerei.html' title='Exagerei'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SrwcAKuLnQI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4ZH9YCsivjM/s72-c/fofo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3018690153262146636</id><published>2009-09-20T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:38:58.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maraca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Srau-aP2DHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ed87fTQ-0WQ/s1600-h/maraca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Srau-aP2DHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ed87fTQ-0WQ/s200/maraca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383682791788907634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto antiga, mas não podia deixar de estar aqui. Pietro e Stella, botafoguenses por pura opção, no maracanã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3018690153262146636?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3018690153262146636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3018690153262146636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3018690153262146636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3018690153262146636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/maraca.html' title='Maraca'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Srau-aP2DHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ed87fTQ-0WQ/s72-c/maraca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-479627255210985387</id><published>2009-09-03T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:44:42.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rapadura é doce, mas...</title><content type='html'>Computer parado no conserto ha 15 dias... no note nem da vontade de operar photoshop e postar coisas novas. Esta semana está sendo marcada por seguidos ataques de pirraça. É realmente desesperador. Eu não sei se mantenho a calma e tento levar na boa, se levanto a voz, brigo... não sei o que fazer. Carlos diz q tem que brigar enfrentar, bater de frente. Mas eu concordo parcialmente. Ele precisa às vezes desse momento de desabafo. Na pirraça de hj Pietro não queria sair do banho e queria colocar a camisa da escola - suja - sem se secar. Pois bem, fiz exatamente isso. Briguei com ele, falei alto, mas fiz o que ele queria.  Nao escovou os dentes, de chupeta na boca e chorando. Coloquei na cama de castigo, e tome a chorar. Tudo errado. Começou a chamar a baba e queria q eu saisse do quarto. Foi com ela pra cozinha e por la ficou por uma meia hora. Se acalmou, topou colocar o pijama, escovar os dentes e veio pro meu colo todo bomzinho, calmo e tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que tudo começou porque percebeu que enquanto ele estava no banho eu e carlos fomos correr e ele queria ficar junto da gente, correr com a gente, enfim, queria particiar de absolutamente tudo junto da gente e quando percebeu que demos a volta nele, começou a crise. Por isso que não tenho tanta certeza assim se ceder e deixar que ele "cozinhe no seu próprio caldo" não seja de fato a coisa mais sensata  a se fazer neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai vai uma linda foto do guri mais lindo e teimoso da mamãe.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SqBvysV6ldI/AAAAAAAAAxw/g0ECDTqArT8/s1600-h/pracinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SqBvysV6ldI/AAAAAAAAAxw/g0ECDTqArT8/s200/pracinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377420871767594450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-479627255210985387?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/479627255210985387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=479627255210985387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/479627255210985387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/479627255210985387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/rapadura-e-doce-mas.html' title='rapadura é doce, mas...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SqBvysV6ldI/AAAAAAAAAxw/g0ECDTqArT8/s72-c/pracinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5205441310674929545</id><published>2009-08-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:42:11.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiZRxvuijI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vt83e0GXzfI/s1600-h/bolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiZRxvuijI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vt83e0GXzfI/s200/bolo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370711086329662002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bolo ficou lindo. Exatamente como o desenho que eu mandei. AMEI. Nem precisava ter ficado gosto. E de fato, segundo o Carlos, ficou seco. Eu gostei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5205441310674929545?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5205441310674929545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5205441310674929545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5205441310674929545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5205441310674929545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/bolo.html' title='Bolo'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiZRxvuijI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vt83e0GXzfI/s72-c/bolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5764102174152132525</id><published>2009-08-16T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:36:52.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A animação animou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiYCDe1HOI/AAAAAAAAAxg/R_Flv_Os4Y0/s1600-h/ANIMACAO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiYCDe1HOI/AAAAAAAAAxg/R_Flv_Os4Y0/s200/ANIMACAO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370709716701093090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma cama elástica, um trenzinho elétrico e um cercadinho cheio de brinquedos, claro que a animação não ia bombar. O rapazinho até veio me pedir pra chamar algumas mães para a brincadeira. Be my guest, mas eu tô fora. E só na hora do teatrinho que o quorum foi de fato grande - a maioria das crianças aderiu. O volume altissimo, quase fui baixar. Mas até que eles curtiram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5764102174152132525?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5764102174152132525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5764102174152132525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5764102174152132525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5764102174152132525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/animacao-animou.html' title='A animação animou'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiYCDe1HOI/AAAAAAAAAxg/R_Flv_Os4Y0/s72-c/ANIMACAO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-6096604358847307439</id><published>2009-08-16T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:45:22.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com o barney medonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiLwaJX-5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mCDsEFrUttg/s1600-h/nos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiLwaJX-5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mCDsEFrUttg/s200/nos3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370696219407940498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não somos fofos nós 3?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-6096604358847307439?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6096604358847307439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=6096604358847307439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6096604358847307439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6096604358847307439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-o-barney-medonho.html' title='Com o barney medonho'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiLwaJX-5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mCDsEFrUttg/s72-c/nos3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5595619767196990063</id><published>2009-08-16T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:42:49.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A prima, convidada especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiLJ6lGm5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/0emsGGytCag/s1600-h/prima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiLJ6lGm5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/0emsGGytCag/s200/prima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370695558099278738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella estava meio amoada, chateada antes da festa. Ciúmes puro. Queria que a festa fosse dela. Mas logo que chegou esqueceu e se divertiu muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5595619767196990063?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5595619767196990063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5595619767196990063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5595619767196990063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5595619767196990063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/prima-convidada-especial.html' title='A prima, convidada especial'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiLJ6lGm5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/0emsGGytCag/s72-c/prima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-8367333967855669911</id><published>2009-08-16T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:40:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento especial</title><content type='html'>O momento mais esperado da festa: a entrega da chupeta e Pietro recebe o tão esperado presente do Barney: Cranky, o Guindaste, que fez muito sucesso com os outros convidados também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiJ3Hn-KXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qUMGO-gX24k/s1600-h/chupeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiJ3Hn-KXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qUMGO-gX24k/s200/chupeta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694135671826802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiKw1BzeWI/AAAAAAAAAxI/h6C7UfXDm-M/s1600-h/cranky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiKw1BzeWI/AAAAAAAAAxI/h6C7UfXDm-M/s200/cranky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370695127112317282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-8367333967855669911?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8367333967855669911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=8367333967855669911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8367333967855669911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8367333967855669911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/momento-especial.html' title='Momento especial'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoiJ3Hn-KXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qUMGO-gX24k/s72-c/chupeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7583992846894317610</id><published>2009-08-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:51:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotação</title><content type='html'>Ainda bem que meu sonho, ha um mês atrás, não se realizou. Nele o trenzinho ficava vazio, pois nenhuma criança queria ir...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoVPlgpFy3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/zNNn0JZBnjI/s1600-h/trenzinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoVPlgpFy3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/zNNn0JZBnjI/s200/trenzinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369785636545219442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7583992846894317610?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7583992846894317610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7583992846894317610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7583992846894317610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7583992846894317610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/lotacao.html' title='Lotação'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoVPlgpFy3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/zNNn0JZBnjI/s72-c/trenzinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1374796523395055023</id><published>2009-08-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:32:22.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É big...</title><content type='html'>Hora do parabéns. O tio nano ameaçando comer o bolo todo e Pietro só preocupado com a bola. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoVLCZywfjI/AAAAAAAAAww/SlniCP2Oqi8/s1600-h/parabens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoVLCZywfjI/AAAAAAAAAww/SlniCP2Oqi8/s200/parabens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369780635364785714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1374796523395055023?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1374796523395055023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1374796523395055023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1374796523395055023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1374796523395055023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-big.html' title='É big...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoVLCZywfjI/AAAAAAAAAww/SlniCP2Oqi8/s72-c/parabens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1005333328605318076</id><published>2009-08-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:15:49.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barney das trevas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoNoSxbdK9I/AAAAAAAAAwo/xV5YGUspN7c/s1600-h/barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoNoSxbdK9I/AAAAAAAAAwo/xV5YGUspN7c/s200/barney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249852471192530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não dá pra uma pessoa contratar o barney mais barato do mercado e achar que vai aparecer um lindo e gordo barney, certo? Sim, eu já esperava algo tosco, mas tosco e medonho foi demais. Quando olhei pra cara do Barney juro que fiquei com medo. E Pietro também. Aliás, todos, mas depois passou e o querido Barney foi devidamente torturado por todas as crianças da festa. Valeu Barney!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1005333328605318076?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1005333328605318076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1005333328605318076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1005333328605318076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1005333328605318076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/barney-das-trevas.html' title='Barney das trevas'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SoNoSxbdK9I/AAAAAAAAAwo/xV5YGUspN7c/s72-c/barney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4324971139463830126</id><published>2009-08-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:37:59.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separação difícil</title><content type='html'>Incrível a maturidade com que pietro esta passando pela adaptação sem chupeta. Na segunda noite ele perguntou pela dita cuja, mas encarou na boa e confirmou pra ele mesmo q estava com o barney a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bui&lt;/span&gt;. E na terceira foi mais difícil, pois, sabendo que não tinha bui, ele não queria dormir de jeito nenhum. Resistiu muito, como já costuma fazer, mas estava muuuuito cansado. Até que consegui convence-lo a deitar a cabeça no meu colo enquanto lia uma história e enfim... entregou-se ao sono. De madruga, muitas vezes ele acordava sem a bui e pedia. Então eu ia lá e dava pra ele. Nessa noite ele acordou, deve ter lembrado que já não tinha mais bui e ficou chateado. Me chamou gritando. Fui lá e então ele pediu pra eu ler um livro específico que custei a entender qual era. Li o livro (ou fingi que lia, pois mal enxergava nada no quarto e tava morrendo de sono) até ele dormir novamente. Tadinho, me dá a maior dó... uma vontade de pegar a bui e dizer pra ele "toma meu fofo, pega a sua buizinha"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4324971139463830126?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4324971139463830126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4324971139463830126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4324971139463830126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4324971139463830126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/separacao-dificil.html' title='Separação difícil'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5577513883226321652</id><published>2009-08-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:25:17.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A saga da festa chega ao fim</title><content type='html'>Quando cheguei no salão, por volta das 12:00 e me dei conta de tudo o que tinha pra arrumar, pensei: não vai dar tempo. Decidir aonde ia ficar cada coisa: o trenzinho, o trenzinho de lanche, a animação, a mesa infantil, a mesa do bolo... Sendo que algumas coisas precisavam de tomada e algumas tomadas não funcionavam, e ainda tinha que montar os centros de mesa... huhuuuu... mas claro que deu tempo de fazer tudo. E até de tomar banho!!! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena que não tirei fotos do making of. Antes da festa começar eu prometi pra mim mesma que ia aproveitar. De fato aproveitei: tirando foto das crianças. Mas acabei não dando muita atenção aos adultos, claro... até queria conversar com algumas mães, mas quando você não tem intimidade, não da pra arrumar assunto rapido, ficar 5 min e vazar... com as amigas intimas sim, mas com as outras não. Inclusive com os parentes do Carlos que quase nunca falo. Mas que bom que foram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá pelas 19:45 minha cabeça doía e realizei que devia comer algo, visto que só estava bebendo água. Mas não deu certo. Comi um minicheesburguer e quando estava de boca cheia mastigando veio alguém falar comigo e eu lá... com aquele sanduíche na boca. Daí veio aquele cheirinho de cachorro quente e fui comer um também. Tentei fazer escondido, mas ... mais alguém veio me dar dois beijinhos e eu cheia de pão na bochecha. Pronto desisti. Já tapei o buraquinho da barriga e agora chega. Às 23:30, já na minha cama, tentando dormir, a fome era negra e me deu a maior vontade de comer aquelas porcarias de festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltado a vaca fria, a festa foi ótima.  Mas as lembrancinhas não foram suficientes. Isso me rendeu estresse no final da festa. Muito chato as pessoas irem embora e eu não ter lembrancinha pra todos. Pra algumas expliquei a situação e prometi mandar depois. Moral da história: encomendei mais 15 caixinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ápice do meu ódio, e eu sou uma pessoa que quando tem ódio, odeia mesmo, foi quando aquela babá gorda, feia, mal educada e que não vestia roupas de babá, pegou uma lembrancinha da caixa e disse que ia levar pro filho. E a patroa do lado não disse nada. Que ódio daquilo, Jesus!!!!! Bom, então respirei, contei e dei um sorriso amarelo. Fazer o que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando isso, foi tudo ótimo. Sempre ficamos com a sensação de não ter dado atenção às pessoas, mas faz parte. Acho que falei mais com as criancinhas do que com os pais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5577513883226321652?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5577513883226321652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5577513883226321652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5577513883226321652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5577513883226321652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/saga-da-festa-chega-ao-fim.html' title='A saga da festa chega ao fim'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-8508996737094470313</id><published>2009-08-09T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:01:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus bui...</title><content type='html'>Fim de festa, chupeta devidamente entregue ao Barney na tão esperada função. Já no carro, Pietro morrendo de cansaço, pergunta da Bui... "a bui ta com o Barny" e então ele mesmo começa a afirmar "a bui está com o Barney... não tem bui... fiz 3 anos não preciso mais de bui." Me deu dó. Mas não chorou. Ficou é tagarelando o tempo todo, ainda agitado e só na esquina de casa que enfim dormiu. Durante a noite não acordou pra pedir a bui e de manhã escutei ele perguntando por ela pra babá que disse que agora estava com o Barney. Ele então se lembrou do brinquedo que barney deu e na hora exclamou: vamos brincar com o guindaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vamos ver a próxima noite se vai ser assim tão fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí, me lembrei da minha amiga contando quando o filho dela largou a chupeta. Ela disse que no fundo ficou meio triste, pois era mais um sinal de que o filho estava crescendo e já não era um neném. Na hora achei um absurdo ela pensar assim, e disse a ela isso... mas agora, passando pela mesma situação que ela, devo admitir, que dá um pouco de dó mesmo... meu chupeteiro já não é mais um neném meeesmo... :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-8508996737094470313?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8508996737094470313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=8508996737094470313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8508996737094470313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8508996737094470313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/adeus-bui.html' title='Adeus bui...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2209047766856887645</id><published>2009-08-06T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:34:03.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnuEd0U_IMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Pq6PP8tNOm0/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnuEd0U_IMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Pq6PP8tNOm0/s200/sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367029028739817666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que delícia Pietro dormindo na cama do Hotel em Montreal. Nem preciso dizer o quanto ele estava cansado, n?e?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2209047766856887645?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2209047766856887645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2209047766856887645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2209047766856887645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2209047766856887645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnuEd0U_IMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Pq6PP8tNOm0/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4483786847096468495</id><published>2009-08-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:09:57.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá chegando a hora...</title><content type='html'>No meu casamento, ha 13 anos atrás (nossa!) eu não lembro de ter ficado tão nervosa quanto agora, às vésperas da festa do Pietro. Claro, eu não cuidei de nada e nem estava lidando com 5 diferentes fornecedores. E no dia tenho que arrumar os centros de mesa, encher os balões com gás helio (espero que nenhum estoure), dfinir onde fica a cama elástica, a mesa decorada, a mesa d pães, a mesinha com o lanchinho das crianças, o trem de lanches e o trenzinho elétrico. Será que a energia vai dar conta? será que todos os fornecedores vão? Será que o imponderável vai aparecer? será que vai chover? será que os convidados vão? Essa acho que é minha maior preocupação... sim, como sempre. No casório não tive esta nóia, afinal em casamento todos sempre vão. E assim como no ano passado, prometi pra mim que ano que vem vai ser casa de festas. E pronto! A veire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4483786847096468495?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4483786847096468495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4483786847096468495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4483786847096468495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4483786847096468495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-chegando-hora.html' title='Tá chegando a hora...'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3164418953254687445</id><published>2009-07-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:26:04.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na fazenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2MSHDAXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/tWmE1_72zK4/s1600-h/fazenda7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2MSHDAXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/tWmE1_72zK4/s200/fazenda7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364057847078519154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos na fazenda com o amigo Oliver. Os dois devem se dar bem o resto da vida, pois são o oposto um do outro. Oliver todo cauteloso e cheio de medos e Pietro todo atirado sem medo de nada... ou quase nada. Na hora do cavalo Oliver não pensou 2 vezes, já Pietro... só comogo mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pietro curte brincadeira violentas e Oliver é mais calmo, tranquilo, sem violencia. E o legal é que com ele Pietro nem se atreve a fazer aquelas brincadeiras de agarrar, chutar, dar soco... um horror. E na hora de comer: Pietro não quer nada, já o Oliver come que é uma beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2MU-h3cI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CaxRiWfF9O8/s1600-h/fazenda5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2MU-h3cI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CaxRiWfF9O8/s200/fazenda5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364057847848099266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2MM-m9_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/MTmkqD4Lhes/s1600-h/fazenda4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2MM-m9_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/MTmkqD4Lhes/s200/fazenda4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364057845700950002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2L2bTydI/AAAAAAAAAwA/tNlY-m6FnzY/s1600-h/fazenda10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2L2bTydI/AAAAAAAAAwA/tNlY-m6FnzY/s200/fazenda10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364057839647312338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3164418953254687445?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3164418953254687445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3164418953254687445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3164418953254687445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3164418953254687445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-fazenda.html' title='Na fazenda'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD2MSHDAXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/tWmE1_72zK4/s72-c/fazenda7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7155122250530319323</id><published>2009-07-29T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:19:08.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A prima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD04ihJP2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/FQWh7OFlT1Y/s1600-h/priminhos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD04ihJP2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/FQWh7OFlT1Y/s200/priminhos2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364056408373935970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD04aaBl3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/BmiaE8a2h74/s1600-h/priminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD04aaBl3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/BmiaE8a2h74/s200/priminhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364056406196590450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem priminhos mais lindinhos que esses 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Stella está bem mais calminha e comportada. Agora é Pietro que fica azucrinando ela como um irmão mais novo mesmo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7155122250530319323?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7155122250530319323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7155122250530319323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7155122250530319323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7155122250530319323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/prima.html' title='A prima'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SnD04ihJP2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/FQWh7OFlT1Y/s72-c/priminhos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-8972256216485742616</id><published>2009-07-21T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:31:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A saga da festa continua</title><content type='html'>E mais uma vez estou passando por toda a trabalheira e angustia de se organizar uma festa. Sendo que este ano estou lidando com... 5 fornecedores. Bom, vale dizer que comecei a me organizar em março, fazendo pesquisas infinitas na internet pra achar o que eu queria: o trenzinho elétrico principalmente que foi o mais difícil e praticamente único fornecedor que achei. Aliás, eu não. O carlos, pois eu não consegui achar. Então pedi ajuda dele que ahou o que eu queria. Mas a angustia agora é: será que vai bastante gente? Convidei um montão e tracei 2 cenários: um pessimista, onde vai a metade (50 adultos e 26 crianças) e um otimista com 70 adultos e 38 crianças. Daí parei e pensei... um meio termo seria o ideal. Festa com poucas crianças seria um trem fantasma como já disse. E com gente demais corre o risco de faltar comida... Jesus... não sei o que é pior. Outro dia sonhei que eu queria tirar foto das crinças no trenzinho, mas ninguem queria ir nele... que frustração o trenzinho vazio... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, aí vai o convite que cá entre nós, ficou lindinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SmZrs4XUlbI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9hVPmct_TQg/s1600-h/convite_festa_pietro.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SmZrs4XUlbI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9hVPmct_TQg/s200/convite_festa_pietro.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361090825219773874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SmZrsokb_-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/gwiWOmtL6CU/s1600-h/CONVITE_PIETRO.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SmZrsokb_-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/gwiWOmtL6CU/s200/CONVITE_PIETRO.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361090820979818466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-8972256216485742616?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8972256216485742616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=8972256216485742616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8972256216485742616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8972256216485742616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/saga-da-festa-continua.html' title='A saga da festa continua'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SmZrs4XUlbI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9hVPmct_TQg/s72-c/convite_festa_pietro.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2552958195496794996</id><published>2009-07-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:38:09.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro amor</title><content type='html'>Pietro está apaixonado. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo aconteceu na colonia de férias. Ele já começou empolgado e quando conheceu a professora, apaixonou-se. A moça é bonitinha, alta, magra, cabelo liso comprido e um pouco dentucinha (ele mesmo aponta o dente e diz "ela tem o dente assim"). Desconfiei da paixão quando ela chegou e Pietro olhou pra ela com uma carinha de vergonha, inibição e paixão. Muito fofo. Depois a baba me contou que ele nem queria saber dela, só queria que a tia marcele fizesse as coisas com ele e durante o futebol, com a desculpa de estar cansado, fica no colo dela o tempo todo. Em casa perguntei: Pietro, você está apaixonado? E ele, mesmo sem saber do que se trata, entendeu o recado e fez que sim com a cabeça e um risinho muito envergonhado no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Fofo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2552958195496794996?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2552958195496794996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2552958195496794996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2552958195496794996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2552958195496794996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/primeiro-amor.html' title='Primeiro amor'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-222660578684452885</id><published>2009-06-30T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:18:52.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha a chuva....</title><content type='html'>Pietro ensaiou apenas 3 dias, mas já sabia a dancinha toda da quadrilha. E enfim, no dia da festa junina, eis que ele (e metade da turma) fica emburrado e não dá nem um passinho, nem com a mãe do lado. Ficou com essa cara de bunda o tempo todo. Depois, no carro, ficou se enganando, mentindo pra si mesmo e dizendo: eu dancei mamãe. Dançou mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrHKp1PNTI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QHrdxqXkPu0/s1600-h/junina01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrHKp1PNTI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QHrdxqXkPu0/s200/junina01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353310092925023538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrHLH01umI/AAAAAAAAAvY/fpAcPcetpR0/s1600-h/junina03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrHLH01umI/AAAAAAAAAvY/fpAcPcetpR0/s200/junina03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353310100976417378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrHLBVyU1I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/EYpem5BqG8U/s1600-h/junina02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrHLBVyU1I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/EYpem5BqG8U/s200/junina02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353310099235558226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-222660578684452885?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/222660578684452885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=222660578684452885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/222660578684452885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/222660578684452885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/06/olha-chuva.html' title='Olha a chuva....'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrHKp1PNTI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QHrdxqXkPu0/s72-c/junina01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7774218965659170666</id><published>2009-06-30T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:02:37.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim... no Ca-na-dá</title><content type='html'>Já tem quase uma semana que voltamos do canadá e só agora consigo postar umas fotos. Resumo? Pietro no início da viagem ficou tão excitado que não conseguia falar e gaguejou muito por 2 dias. A gagueira passou, mas o cansaço da viagem da ida rendeu uma mega pirraça no primeiro dia no hotel. Bronca forte, sossegou. Mas tadinho. O cansaço realmente estraga as crianças. Depois do cirque du soleil mais um show de pirraça e bronca mais forte ainda. Bom, essas foram as principais pirraças. As demais são só as chatices de sempre: não quer ir pro banho, não que sair do banho, não quer secar, não quer botar a roupa... é o menino do não. Tudo tem que ser devidamente negociado. OK, e a comida? não comia quase nada. Mas sobreviveu bem, feliz, se divertiu à vera e graças a Deus passou muito bem. Enfim, tudo deu certo. Mmamãe e nonna ficaram exaustas (essa então...) Papai carlos ainda tinha energia pra mais uma semana de viagem... socorro. 12 dias tá de bom tamanho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAQbjAeTI/AAAAAAAAAto/y8JBprltqBs/s1600-h/canada04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAQbjAeTI/AAAAAAAAAto/y8JBprltqBs/s200/canada04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302495588284722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAQIIg57I/AAAAAAAAAtg/K7QCK2ijDCk/s1600-h/canada03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAQIIg57I/AAAAAAAAAtg/K7QCK2ijDCk/s200/canada03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302490376890290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAQAmoSaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ZQ5ZbAN7__M/s1600-h/canada02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAQAmoSaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ZQ5ZbAN7__M/s200/canada02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302488355719586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAPkRaZuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UEniVkAYtKA/s1600-h/canada01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAPkRaZuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UEniVkAYtKA/s200/canada01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302480750536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batendo papo com a tartaruga. "então tá, tchau"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAPQ4iyyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dsmGimv4_Ls/s1600-h/canada00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAPQ4iyyI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dsmGimv4_Ls/s200/canada00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302475545955106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAllkeqmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0HPQnPrRrkY/s1600-h/canada09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAllkeqmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0HPQnPrRrkY/s200/canada09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302859056065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebec é lindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAldy04LI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9NzlQjOU8TU/s1600-h/canada08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAldy04LI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9NzlQjOU8TU/s200/canada08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302856968757426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAlKeySuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UuEfiRMYtrM/s1600-h/canada07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAlKeySuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UuEfiRMYtrM/s200/canada07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302851784428258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que mais marcou Pietro na viagem: o onibus que vai na água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAk_TJhqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VzCFfrJiJlg/s1600-h/canada06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAk_TJhqI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VzCFfrJiJlg/s200/canada06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302848782829218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAkbAfpkI/AAAAAAAAAtw/erHe9BsY2Is/s1600-h/canada05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAkbAfpkI/AAAAAAAAAtw/erHe9BsY2Is/s200/canada05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302839040910914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pietro achando que realmente estava dirigindo o carrinho. Mas a montanha russa foi a sensação. Pena que não deu pra fazer filminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA9sp4L3I/AAAAAAAAAu4/R7IRobbBN_s/s1600-h/canada14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA9sp4L3I/AAAAAAAAAu4/R7IRobbBN_s/s200/canada14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303273274617714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA9RB6eKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ghpmLpo0Yjw/s1600-h/canada13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA9RB6eKI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ghpmLpo0Yjw/s200/canada13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303265859238050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso piquenique foi um sucesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA8_cDYOI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MGjPcnTZdbo/s1600-h/canada12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA8_cDYOI/AAAAAAAAAuo/MGjPcnTZdbo/s200/canada12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303261137035490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA8x4fB0I/AAAAAAAAAug/jDySoun_ahs/s1600-h/canada11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA8x4fB0I/AAAAAAAAAug/jDySoun_ahs/s200/canada11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303257498191682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA8kh9-nI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9Ib5jeOVIb4/s1600-h/canada10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrA8kh9-nI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9Ib5jeOVIb4/s200/canada10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303253914090098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niagara falls - Pietro amou o banho de chuva da cachoeira no barco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrBIA0_exI/AAAAAAAAAvA/uzgT002rWUA/s1600-h/canada15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrBIA0_exI/AAAAAAAAAvA/uzgT002rWUA/s200/canada15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303450488634130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7774218965659170666?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7774218965659170666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7774218965659170666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7774218965659170666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7774218965659170666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/06/ja-tem-quase-uma-semana-que-voltamos-do.html' title='Enfim... no Ca-na-dá'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SkrAQbjAeTI/AAAAAAAAAto/y8JBprltqBs/s72-c/canada04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-59152438999494436</id><published>2009-06-09T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:41:39.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lingua verde</title><content type='html'>Numa das tantas festas que fomos em maio, Pietro conheceu o 'shureki' e adorou! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Si8OokXsDJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GOwid0P8cnE/s1600-h/shureck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Si8OokXsDJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GOwid0P8cnE/s200/shureck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507372832656530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o pirulito verde deixou ele com lingua verde. Claro que ele adorou isso. Eu só sei que na festa do Pietro não vai ter a tal mesa de doces, balas e porcarias. Fiquei pensando em algo alternativo, que seja mais saudável e agrade as crianças... alguma idéia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Si8PDFVONdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/UQteQfyZbzg/s1600-h/lingua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Si8PDFVONdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/UQteQfyZbzg/s200/lingua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507828357281234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-59152438999494436?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/59152438999494436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=59152438999494436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/59152438999494436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/59152438999494436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-lingua-verde.html' title='O Lingua verde'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Si8OokXsDJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GOwid0P8cnE/s72-c/shureck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3900190253527207485</id><published>2009-06-02T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:24:05.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada um olha pro seu rabo</title><content type='html'>Sou a típica mãe que trabalha fora, portanto não disponho do dia todo pra ficar com meu filho. Mesmo assim eu que coloco pra dormir, contado toda noite a mesma história que ele pede, eu acordo de madruga sempre que ele me chama por que a bui caiu, eu levo pra escola de 2 a 3 x por semana e assim que chego à noite em casa, nem lavo as mãos e vou direto sentar pra brincar com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei conversando com algumas psicólogas sobre o fato dele gaguejar e todas disseram a mesma coisa: a criança pensa mais rápido do que consegue falar e assim, fica buscando as palavras e gagueja. É normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fiquei 100% convencida, mas sei que agora não tem o que fazer. Só seguir a orientação que me deram. No entanto, uma amiga que dispões do tempo que desejar com o filho, tentou me convencer que ele está com problemas psicológicos, que isso é algo mal resolvido com a mãe e que eu deveria procurar uma psicóloga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deu raiva. Que direito alguém tem de vir dizer que meu filho tem problemas comigo. O problema é que as pessoas, principalmente ela, acham que somente a educação que dão aos  seus filhos está correta e tudo o que os outros fazer é errado. Essas pessoas geralmente não tem capacidade de olhar pro próprio rabo, criam uns monstrinhos e não percebem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me olho constantemente; percebo meus erros, os aceito e tento não repetir. Mas daí a achar que meu filho está com problemas psicológicos em relação a mim é demais, né? Nem uma psicologa chegaria a essa conclusão, a não ser que fosse muito ruim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3900190253527207485?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3900190253527207485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3900190253527207485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3900190253527207485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3900190253527207485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/06/cada-um-olha-pro-seu-rabo.html' title='Cada um olha pro seu rabo'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-6063619669696023271</id><published>2009-06-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:04:15.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trem fantasma?</title><content type='html'>Eu já estou ha quase 2 meses organizando a festa do Pietro. Depois de varios percalços, resolvi mesmo fazer na zona sul. O lugar é ótimo, vai ser perfeito. Só espero que os convidados apareçam... sim, pois a grande maioria dos amiguinhos mora na barra. Adoraria que os amigos da escola e do prédio fossem. Ele fica tão feliz quando os vê, principalmente os da escola que convive mais. Nas últimas várias festas que tive aproveitei para ir comentando minha triste história com as mães, que não poderia fazer no meu prédio, pois não deixaram eu colocar o trenzinho elétrico que seria a grande sensação da festa. Todas dizem "ahh sim, as pessoas vão sim..." sei... Me dá um pouco de tristeza de contratar tanta coisa, um trabalhão, um dinheirão e depois as pessoas não aparecem. Fiz uma estimativa: são 101 adultos convidados e 62 crianças, e a minha estimativa analisando um a um de quem vai e quem não vai deu 52 adultos e 26 crianças... caramba, será que vai ser menos que isso? :-(&lt;br /&gt;Só não queria que o tão desejado trenzinho virasse trem fantasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Pietro está adorando esses bonecos vivos, resolvi contratar o Barney. Agora comecei a colocar a pilha nele perguntando se ele gostaria que o Barney fosse na sua festa. Ele abriu um sorrisão e disse que sim. Depois, outro dia, disse a ele que se o Barney for na festa ele tem q dar um presente pro Barney... alguma coisa que um menino de 3 anos já não usa mais. Maquiavélico, né? Pois bem, Pietro pensou e disse "a bui". Então meu plano até agora deu certo. Agora é continuar alimentando  essa história aos poucos e preparando ele pra quando encontrar o Barney na festa entregar a famigerada Bui. Espero que dê certo. No fundo no fundo, do jeito que ele é viciado na bui, é bem capaz de na hora H não entregar bui nenhuma e dizer que se o Barney quiser, pode ir embora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-6063619669696023271?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6063619669696023271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=6063619669696023271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6063619669696023271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/6063619669696023271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/06/bui.html' title='Trem fantasma?'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-5435481613819031924</id><published>2009-05-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:03:18.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muitas festas</title><content type='html'>Nesse mês tivemos festa quase todos os dias. Eu levei Pietro em todas elas. Ele adora e principalmente quando se trata de festa de amiguinho da escola. Agora ele descobriu os personagens grandes: aquelas pessoas que se vestem de algum personagem. Essa é a fase em que eles mais curtem mesmo, pois eles realmente acham que é de verdade. Numa das festinhas, tinha o shrek. Chegamos perto dele, com aquele cabeção enorme e verde. Pietro curiosissimo, adorando aquele ser com a cabeça da cor dele (como ele diz), mas quando chegamos perto e o shrek colocou a mão nele... hahahaha. Eu devia ter filmado a reação de medo, nojo e panico dele. Foi muito engraçado, mas depois que viu que o bicho não mordia se amarrou. Com a Minnei a mesma coisa. Adorou e toda hora ia lá abraçar a pobre criatura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/ShIFPBkEnNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hHgdmAuI2_U/s1600-h/lanche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/ShIFPBkEnNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hHgdmAuI2_U/s200/lanche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337334264063368402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/ShIFO_GxBWI/AAAAAAAAAso/nEPlb0y3UCY/s1600-h/minnei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/ShIFO_GxBWI/AAAAAAAAAso/nEPlb0y3UCY/s200/minnei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337334263403578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa do Pietro vai ser do thomas e já estou ha um mês correndo atrás de tudo. Agora pensei que seria legal contratar um desses personagens, mas sendo o tema de trem, não deve existir trem-humano, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-5435481613819031924?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5435481613819031924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=5435481613819031924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5435481613819031924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/5435481613819031924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/muitas-festas.html' title='Muitas festas'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/ShIFPBkEnNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hHgdmAuI2_U/s72-c/lanche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-8361482671618929830</id><published>2009-05-13T15:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:46:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inversão</title><content type='html'>Ao contrário do que já aconteceu anteriormente, Pietro está na fase de querer fazer tudo comigo e dizer "váimbora" pra babá. Então agora eu deveria ficar feliz, certo? Não, errado. Fiquei na paranóia. Por que ele passou a ter essa atitude rispida com a babá? Será que ela tem maltratado ele? hum... ou será que tá sem saco e já não brinca como antes? hummm... será será? Outro dia estavamos jantando e ele na mesa com a gente fazendo bagunça; ela tentando leva-lopro banheiro pra colocar pijame e então ele mandou "me deixa, vai lavar a louça, vai" Parece tão engraçadinho, mas não tem graça nenhuma, pois mostra como desde pequenas as crianças já começam a diferenciar quem é quem. Chamei a atenção dele, não quero ele falando assim com ela nem com empregado, mas que no fundo achei engraçado achei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-8361482671618929830?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8361482671618929830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=8361482671618929830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8361482671618929830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8361482671618929830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/inversao.html' title='Inversão'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2002804161630401868</id><published>2009-05-13T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:04:18.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das mães</title><content type='html'>Dias das mães aqui em casa foi um almoço muito chique usando todas as louças, utensílios e faqueiro do casamento que quase nunca usamos. Enquanto almoçamos na calma de Deus, a baba verde de fome ficou no quarto distraindo as crianças. Infelizmente ainda precisa de uma pessoa pra ficar com eles, senão eles vem toda hora na mesa trazer brinquedos e encher o saco dos adultos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sgt54-aOeNI/AAAAAAAAArw/G7fVUlIc88o/s1600-h/JGQ_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sgt54-aOeNI/AAAAAAAAArw/G7fVUlIc88o/s200/JGQ_0862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335492203283118290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sgt54tuBEuI/AAAAAAAAAro/2_QtjvHqzPw/s1600-h/JGQ_0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sgt54tuBEuI/AAAAAAAAAro/2_QtjvHqzPw/s200/JGQ_0849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335492198802723554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na escolinha do "pensar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwH7J1kbjI/AAAAAAAAAsg/TkTvp1UrQs0/s1600-h/boloescola5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwH7J1kbjI/AAAAAAAAAsg/TkTvp1UrQs0/s200/boloescola5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335648371361476146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dia das mães na escolinha foi o seguinte: cada mãe levou um prato de comida para o café da manha e a escola providenciou uma "linda foto da mãe com o filho" que foi colocada numa montagem tosca que simulava a capa da revista caras... adoooooro essas cafonices, pra não dizer o contrário. Queria ter pedido a foto apenas sem montagem, mas achei que seria chatoe estragaria o barato deles. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHuGlDTbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/oJ5XqbLYL3w/s1600-h/boloescola4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHuGlDTbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/oJ5XqbLYL3w/s200/boloescola4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335648147148590514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHuPG7DLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JMjR8XABE-0/s1600-h/boloescola3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHuPG7DLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JMjR8XABE-0/s200/boloescola3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335648149438139570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, depois teve uma coisa bacana. Fomos pra salinha e juntos, cada mãe com seu filho, fizemos um bolo de caneca. Isso foi legal. Nosso bolinho ficou lindo dentro da caneca, enquanto que o das demais mães ficou todo desengonçado. Levamos pra casa e no dia seguinte, levei pro meu marido comer. O bolo tinha virado uma borracha. Moral da história foi pro lixo e a caneca dei pra baba (era horrivel e nao tem mais espaço pra nada na minha cozinha) O problema foi quando 2 dias depois Pietro lebrou disso e quis mostrar o bolo pra vovó. Ops... claro que a única coisa que podia ter dito foi que o papai comeu o bolo todinho e mudei de assunto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHuGRh9YI/AAAAAAAAAsI/lsgYorPUz6w/s1600-h/boloescola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHuGRh9YI/AAAAAAAAAsI/lsgYorPUz6w/s200/boloescola2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335648147066713474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHt54tUZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bfd3GJpRbzM/s1600-h/boloescola1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHt54tUZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/bfd3GJpRbzM/s200/boloescola1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335648143741374866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHtvJKHxI/AAAAAAAAAr4/B5xQ67zRT9o/s1600-h/boloescola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SgwHtvJKHxI/AAAAAAAAAr4/B5xQ67zRT9o/s200/boloescola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335648140857581330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2002804161630401868?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2002804161630401868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2002804161630401868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2002804161630401868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2002804161630401868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-das-maes.html' title='Dia das mães'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sgt54-aOeNI/AAAAAAAAArw/G7fVUlIc88o/s72-c/JGQ_0862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-3854452805134269758</id><published>2009-05-03T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:38:50.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobradinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tosk Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri por acaso que tinha um parque de diversões em Niterói, ao lado das barcas. Com certeza é algo tosco e frequentado pela fina flor de São Gonçalo, pensei. Mas fiquei mesmo assim muito animada em levar a dupla dinâmica. Combinei, armei todo o esquema e lá fomos nós, acompanhados dos papais e das babás. O parque superou as expectativas. Era tosco sim, mas na medida certa pras crianças que brincaram como se estivessem na Disney. Tinha muitos brinquedos pros pequenos irem sozinhos e apenas em 2 deles foi preciso acompanha-los. Um deles o aviãozinho que eu lembro que tinha medo quando era criança e conclui que continuo com medo. E o outro uma mini montanha russa que foi a sensação, ainda mais na companhia dos papais. Pietro curte muito mais os brinquedos radicais, enquanto que Stella se amarras nos brinquedos de carruagem, que tem algo relacionado as fabulas. Mas ela também tava doida pela montanha russa, mas só por que é coisa de "grande". Bom, as babás acabaram ficando obsoletas.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJjxwZnI/AAAAAAAAArc/uhsJ8EgCVHk/s1600-h/parque5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJjxwZnI/AAAAAAAAArc/uhsJ8EgCVHk/s200/parque5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581525331830386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJpJDqbI/AAAAAAAAArU/I6qkplD4yvI/s1600-h/parque4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJpJDqbI/AAAAAAAAArU/I6qkplD4yvI/s200/parque4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581526771739058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJfkq8-I/AAAAAAAAArM/nsLS3jmDuUc/s1600-h/parque3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJfkq8-I/AAAAAAAAArM/nsLS3jmDuUc/s200/parque3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581524203205602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJF2FzzI/AAAAAAAAArE/RWrosnSJTAI/s1600-h/parque2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJF2FzzI/AAAAAAAAArE/RWrosnSJTAI/s200/parque2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581517296946994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJHp_AfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tTcb24K2oNk/s1600-h/parque1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJHp_AfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/tTcb24K2oNk/s200/parque1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581517783040498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAM do Nyemayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do parque tosco, fomos para o museu do Nyemayer que realmente é um espetáculo. A vista é um encanto e talvez por isso que o acervo e as exposições sejam sempre tão ruins: pra não tirar a atenção do público daquela vista deslumbrande da nossa cidade. As crianças se divertiram quase mais que no parque tosco. Foi um tal de correr pra cá e prá lá naquele espaço imenso e vazio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-3854452805134269758?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3854452805134269758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=3854452805134269758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3854452805134269758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/3854452805134269758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/tosk-park.html' title='Dobradinha'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Sf2VJjxwZnI/AAAAAAAAArc/uhsJ8EgCVHk/s72-c/parque5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-393967364245588284</id><published>2009-05-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:46:44.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novas palavras</title><content type='html'>Estavamos na varanda e Pietro cismou de sentar na mesa de vidro e eu não deixei "mamãe, é que eu quero ver a pausagem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vômito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em casa é um festival de gato vomitando... e Pietro diz "olha o vomíto" do paco ao invés de Vômito. Mas que papo brabo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-393967364245588284?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/393967364245588284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=393967364245588284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/393967364245588284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/393967364245588284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/novas-palavras.html' title='Novas palavras'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-8370172883023652225</id><published>2009-04-25T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:30:55.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quisto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfOcOBA0nMI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Eu23IHA6rMI/s1600-h/cristo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfOcOBA0nMI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Eu23IHA6rMI/s200/cristo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328774548713413826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levamos Pietro no Corcovado. Na verdade o passeio que "vendemos" pra ele foi andar no bondinho. Ele ficou animadissimo e de fato curtiu muito o passeio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfOcOJoAZ7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/SgvPbctZWTU/s1600-h/bondinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfOcOJoAZ7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/SgvPbctZWTU/s200/bondinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328774551025248178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfOcOSz118I/AAAAAAAAAq0/gZniBfUgoBc/s1600-h/masquera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfOcOSz118I/AAAAAAAAAq0/gZniBfUgoBc/s200/masquera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328774553490806722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mascara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois fomos pra casa da nonna e Pietro se divertiu pegando o gigante Mascara no colo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-8370172883023652225?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8370172883023652225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=8370172883023652225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8370172883023652225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/8370172883023652225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/quisto.html' title='&quot;Quisto&quot;'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfOcOBA0nMI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Eu23IHA6rMI/s72-c/cristo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-2236657680529304614</id><published>2009-04-23T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:45:27.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programa cultural</title><content type='html'>Enfim, Pietro fez seu primeiro programa cultural.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro fomos a uma instalação/exposição que a lela inventou... ou melhor, alguém que trabalha na escola parque e que tem um conhecido que ajudou na montagem da exposição, indicou para as criancinhas. Sim, só pode ter sido alguém com algum interesse pessoal, pois quem é que ia indicar aquela maluquice pra crianças de 3 anos? Ou então, como o nome era SereiasLab, a pessoa infeliz achou que se tratava de algo relacionado a pequena sereia... sei lá. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEYdcesA3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Tc4t-GGLOwg/s1600-h/exposereia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEYdcesA3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Tc4t-GGLOwg/s200/exposereia4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328066728296186738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De qq forma, 2 crinacinhas de 3 e quase 3 anos se divertem em qualquer lugar juntas, como mostram as fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEYdHP2cMI/AAAAAAAAAps/oiguZwhYWpE/s1600-h/exposereia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEYdHP2cMI/AAAAAAAAAps/oiguZwhYWpE/s200/exposereia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328066722596810946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4bVTHhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/iKTH9SEt2wQ/s1600-h/ccbb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4bVTHhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/iKTH9SEt2wQ/s200/ccbb6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328067191844838930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois fomos ao CCBB ver uma expo bacana de uns irmãos grafiteiros e que tinha áreas interativas. Eles se divertiram bem mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4ShqRhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FensboRxh78/s1600-h/ccbb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4ShqRhI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FensboRxh78/s200/ccbb5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328067189480769042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Infelizmente não podia tirar foto nas salas. Eu tentei argumentar com a vigia que só queria tirar fotos das crianças e estava cagando pras obras, mas não colou. OK, então saquei a napoletana que existe em mim pra tirar escondido as fotos deles tocando o piano no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4NkNnZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Bk3A1xsb51c/s1600-h/ccbb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4NkNnZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Bk3A1xsb51c/s200/ccbb4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328067188149296530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4JteswI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jXcFli4zylk/s1600-h/ccbb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY4JteswI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jXcFli4zylk/s200/ccbb3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328067187114423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY3_B4jvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/tc4nRE5ed8M/s1600-h/ccbb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEY3_B4jvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/tc4nRE5ed8M/s200/ccbb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328067184247213810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-2236657680529304614?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2236657680529304614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=2236657680529304614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2236657680529304614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/2236657680529304614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/programa-cultural.html' title='Programa cultural'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SfEYdcesA3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Tc4t-GGLOwg/s72-c/exposereia4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-4666255748543748409</id><published>2009-04-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:18:16.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No circo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0ebqs90aI/AAAAAAAAApk/a8py6vMylBU/s1600-h/circo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0ebqs90aI/AAAAAAAAApk/a8py6vMylBU/s200/circo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326947394917355938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu e Pietro no circo. Estou fazendo um tipo de treinamento para quando levarmos ele no cirque du soleil. Sim, pois conheço minha cria: ele costumava ficar com medo no escurinho do teatro e dizer "não qué não"&lt;br /&gt;Então uma coisa é ele pedir pra sair num teatrinho de 40 reais, outra é num de quase 200. A pipoca foi o elemento fundamental pra que ele durasse os incomensuráveis 43 min que durou. Não fosse ela... Sentou-se uma senhorinha do nosso lado, sozinha que me deu pena. Era uma criança mesmo. Ficava puxando assunto, mostrando as coisas pro Pietro e repetindo que aquilo era muito bom , uma terapia. Ria de tudo, uma figuraça mesmo. Pietro cagou um bombom pra ela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGtDImQI/AAAAAAAAApc/0x22YFa0KQA/s1600-h/circo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGtDImQI/AAAAAAAAApc/0x22YFa0KQA/s200/circo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326947034769955074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E eu tirando fotos do guri e so prestava atenção no espetáculo quase mambembe pra incentivar Pietro a sentir emoções. "Olha Pietro o malabarista! Será vai deixar cair?" e deixava. "olham na bicicleta! Será que vai cair?" e caia. Vale dizer que o que mais diverte Pietro são esses pequenos acidentes. Mas na verdade meu incentivo era pra ele durar ao máximo, se divertir e de quebra fazer umas fotos dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGY9mtZI/AAAAAAAAApU/YNfFX4X3_xU/s1600-h/circo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGY9mtZI/AAAAAAAAApU/YNfFX4X3_xU/s200/circo5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326947029378053522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGfclk8I/AAAAAAAAApM/86LyMNkKRbM/s1600-h/circo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGfclk8I/AAAAAAAAApM/86LyMNkKRbM/s200/circo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326947031118615490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGOFNXZI/AAAAAAAAApE/og17ilikQrs/s1600-h/circo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGOFNXZI/AAAAAAAAApE/og17ilikQrs/s200/circo4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326947026457157010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGLk5tFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/BoDnt8GLsys/s1600-h/circo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0eGLk5tFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/BoDnt8GLsys/s200/circo6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326947025784779858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A classica é de boca caida prestando atenção a alguma coisa. Quem ve pensa que ele está vendo um equilibrista a 20 m do chão sem rede. Mas era apenas um malabarista, tipo esses do sinal, fazendo malabarismos classicos e sem novidade pra gente, mas pra ele era algo muito esquisito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Achou graça de algumas coisas, mas não necessáriamento os palhaços que eram mais pra sacanear os adultos. (fico sempre imaginando o carlos la no palco sucumbindo àquelas piadinhas terriveis e que vc tem que fingir q tá achando graça) &lt;br /&gt;Pra aplaudir eu sempre tinha que incentiva-lo inclusive pra jogar as mão pra cima e mandar pensamentos positivos pro malabarista não cair. No início entrou na onda, mas depois enjoou e pra tristeza da senhorinha que estava se divertindo à vera mandou, do nada, o classico "qué imbora" "ahhhh" disse ela. Pra não deixa-la muito arrasada quando viu q algué não se divertia como ela, eu disse que ia só um pouquinho la fora com ele e me piquei, claro.&lt;br /&gt;OK, como disse 43 min. Vou fazer mais alguns treinamentos e acho q levando em conta que em junho ele terá quaaase 3 anos e que o cirque du s. é difudê de bom, acho que conseguirá chegar a uns... 70 min? Mas com certeza, "imbora eu não irei" No máximo nos revezamos pra passear por trás da platéia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-4666255748543748409?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4666255748543748409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=4666255748543748409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4666255748543748409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/4666255748543748409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-e-pietro-no-circo.html' title='No circo'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/Se0ebqs90aI/AAAAAAAAApk/a8py6vMylBU/s72-c/circo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7686136965691234446</id><published>2009-04-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:41:38.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuuuu Pietro</title><content type='html'>va-va-va-vai passear de biciquéta papai?&lt;br /&gt;a-a-a-a-bre a porta mamãe?&lt;br /&gt;vvvvvvvvvvvvvocê pegou o trator mamãe?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é. É assim que Pietro tem faado vez em quando. Só me falta essa: o menino ser gaguinho. Pior é que ele fala normalmente. Mas pra começar algumas frases parece que fica buscando as palavras pra falar. &lt;br /&gt;Bom, espero que daqui a pouco acabe isso, senão, mais um motivo pra ir na fono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7686136965691234446?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7686136965691234446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7686136965691234446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7686136965691234446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7686136965691234446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/uuuuuu-pietro.html' title='Uuuuuu Pietro'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-1697614478458992471</id><published>2009-04-10T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:46:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A história do Pietro</title><content type='html'>A nova mania do Pietro é o Livro do Pietro. Um livro em italiano cujo personagem, que se chama Pietro, se perde na floresta, e se enconde do Lupo, la Tigre e o cocodrillo. Depois acha a casa do coniglio que ajuda ele a voltar pra casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pietro morre de medo do cocodrillo e pede sempre pra pular essa pagina. Enquanto o Pietro da história está na floresta, Pietro verdadeiro fica me perguntando cade a mamãe do Pietro? Quando o coniglio enfim leva Pietro pra casa do Pietro, a mamãe dele não aparece. Então tive de desenhar uma cena da mamãe e do papai comendo macarrão junto do Pietro e do coniglio. Pietro adora essa página, que colei no final e pede pra deixar aberta nela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-1697614478458992471?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1697614478458992471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=1697614478458992471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1697614478458992471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/1697614478458992471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/historia-do-pietro.html' title='A história do Pietro'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7716220985069107069</id><published>2009-04-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:27:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refém</title><content type='html'>Pietro está ha uns três dias me dando uma ignorada. Ele sabe que isso mexe comigo e faz de proposito. Chama a baba, diz q ela que conta a história, ela que faz isso e aquilo. E o pai? um grude só. Tudo é o Papai! Então tá. Notei que isso começou quando um dia ele estava na banheira , ja estava quase na hora de ir dormir. Pediua bui, fez pirraça. E depois que dei a bui continuou fazendo manha, então disse que tiraria a bui se ele não parasse. Pronto. Se aborreceu comigo. Mas e aí? vou virar refén do menino? nem pensar! Vai ter 2 trabalhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7716220985069107069?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7716220985069107069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7716220985069107069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7716220985069107069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7716220985069107069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/refem.html' title='Refém'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27962195.post-7625896746851311494</id><published>2009-04-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:28:11.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panelinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SdjNyBH9eaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FbOBI4nNEd0/s1600-h/panelinhas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SdjNyBH9eaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FbOBI4nNEd0/s200/panelinhas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321229218917218722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piquenique na escola da Stellinha. A brincadeira favorita são as panelinhas: stella comanda, pietro obedece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27962195-7625896746851311494?l=pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7625896746851311494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27962195&amp;postID=7625896746851311494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7625896746851311494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27962195/posts/default/7625896746851311494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pietrodefimaio.blogspot.com/2009/04/panelinhas.html' title='Panelinhas'/><author><name>Nancy&amp;amp;Pietro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044494180540281015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/2954/320/nancypraia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1uE-5gHpa9E/SdjNyBH9eaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/FbOBI4nNEd0/s72-c/panelinhas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
