<?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-2228969971170260926</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:28:22.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos da minha infancia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2228969971170260926/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00643743151507601642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/S3BXBKffqJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YdfBFtnipTo/S220/IMG_3669.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228969971170260926.post-6049371452346385886</id><published>2010-02-08T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:59:16.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa sua camiseta a mamae comprou em homenagem ao papai, que foi, e meio que ainda 'e fa do grupo Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com esse cabelinho longo e despenteado, nao 'e que voce ficou um roqueirinho em pessoa...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/S3BBecz6ccI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jbg1HVxOXCs/s1600-h/IMG_4030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoM7jXzGWtI/AAAAAAAAAZM/74S6L4hodL8/s320/_MG_2279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369200659625564882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoM7i6WxIAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kpbhg7LZYkc/s1600-h/_MG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoM7i6WxIAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kpbhg7LZYkc/s320/_MG_2278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369200651722104834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filhao, ver essa felicidade e contentamento que vem de voce nos inspira a viver, a mamae te ama muito. Essa foto nos estavamos numa praia no interior da Inglaterra, um final de semana que voce curtiu muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228969971170260926-4986964531419815139?l=contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/feeds/4986964531419815139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/2009/08/filhao-ver-essa-felicidade-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2228969971170260926/posts/default/4986964531419815139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2228969971170260926/posts/default/4986964531419815139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/2009/08/filhao-ver-essa-felicidade-e.html' title='O seu sorriso'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00643743151507601642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/S3BXBKffqJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YdfBFtnipTo/S220/IMG_3669.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoM7jXzGWtI/AAAAAAAAAZM/74S6L4hodL8/s72-c/_MG_2279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228969971170260926.post-1976250485676690211</id><published>2009-08-10T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:37:34.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvindo o cd do Cocorico</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f96dc4b60c3df521" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df96dc4b60c3df521%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71C0C137F0B635E7579992C1C2DEE2E7996C21A3.349BA51EE8AA8B64A122B87FF32166C0425967F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df96dc4b60c3df521%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9lyZWVMwQsDBoY4P60Q-c-v2dZM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Nos ultimos tempos voce tem andado completamente apaixonado pela serie infantil brasileira " Cocorico" vive pedindo para mamae colocar o dvd  e quando nao 'e o dvd 'e o cd. &lt;div&gt;So agora quando a mamae postou esse video de voce ouvindo uma das musiquinhas do Cocorico, 'e que pude perceber  que  ja ate sabe o que dizem em algumas musicas, como no momento em que o coco fala para o Julio lavar as maos, voce comeca a fazer o gesto de lavar as maos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'E filho voce vem crescendo muito rapido, e de pensar que parece que foi ontem que nasceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228969971170260926-1976250485676690211?l=contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f96dc4b60c3df521&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/feeds/1976250485676690211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoB-5TV1Z0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/AMICJhexZ5k/s1600-h/IMGP4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoB-5TV1Z0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/AMICJhexZ5k/s320/IMGP4577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368430278735128386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoB-5OBbgUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vbJvryjviB8/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoB-5OBbgUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/vbJvryjviB8/s320/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368430277307367746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBwdHBC4tI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RvRgeW1wN4E/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBwdHBC4tI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RvRgeW1wN4E/s320/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368414401227580114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBuMD9x5fI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xaeI1p794FI/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBuMD9x5fI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xaeI1p794FI/s320/DSC01130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368411909327545842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voce brincando em Ipanema, depois passeando com a mamae num fim de tarde, nas compras em um supermercado em Sao Paulo e na livraria Saraiva no shopping Eldorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBuL-SdfMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ih74W_nBaog/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBuL-SdfMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ih74W_nBaog/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368411907803675842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228969971170260926-7909734967757096933?l=contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com/feeds/7909734967757096933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2228969971170260926.post-4631656084190770192</id><published>2009-08-10T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:55:04.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos seus no gymboree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBsBkwJsXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jx5QD-nEAgU/s1600-h/_MG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBsBkwJsXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jx5QD-nEAgU/s320/_MG_1817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368409530126938482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBsBFwruDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dyNtp9HrOIo/s1600-h/_MG_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBsBFwruDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dyNtp9HrOIo/s320/_MG_1790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368409521807669298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBsAy3WGNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NiF3qdfoP6A/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBsAy3WGNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NiF3qdfoP6A/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368409516735338706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBqEv7a9UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zMuf4AGP3tM/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBqEv7a9UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zMuf4AGP3tM/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368407385643349314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBqD5eiMeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_itkB48MkYY/s1600-h/_MG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajbcw7M8j1A/SoBqD5eiMeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/_itkB48MkYY/s320/_MG_1641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368407371026674146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algumas imagens suas  gostosas de morrer, ou melhor de viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2228969971170260926-4631656084190770192?l=contosdaminhainfancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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