<?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-37621572</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:04:19.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vida...meu sol Wendel!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116671257694112722</id><published>2006-12-21T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:49:36.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/845292/Natal1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/400/939027/Natal1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oração Natalina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Senhor, os portões das casas estão adornados, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coloridas fitas dão voltas à árvore de Natal, sinos retinem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos presentes aguardando para serem desembrulhados, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesse clima festivo, muitas famílias se reúnem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bate a porta de nossos corações, Senhor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confraternizando conosco, teu reino de luz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santo espírito de paz e justiça, transpor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor incondicional sem igual nos conduz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traz de volta o riso de criança inocente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ofuscado pela desilusão do mundo, entoando hino, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaura Senhor em toda gente, O verdadeiro sentido natalino. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantos pais que criaram seus filhos e atualmente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivem na companhia da solidão, em abrigos afastados, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A alegria esquecida na face dessas vidas, simplesmente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seca a lágrima sentida, e em tua proteção assegurados. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dê forças a essa brava gente, que antes mesmo do sol raiar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Batalha pela sobrevivência, onde as carências são muitas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feito flores sedentas a espera de chuva a confiar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derrama sobre cada um teu amor incondicional além das lutas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus Pai, quisera enaltecer o nascimento de teu filho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dando graças pela vida, Que nos concedeu, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pela liberdade de ir e vir sem recuar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Em um país com muitos problemas, mas de gente alegre, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pela fé ungida, A cada fim do dia, cruza as mãos num &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ato de esperança para te louvar. Entre os povos e etnias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jubilarem, Comemorando diariamente o nascimento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de Jesus Cristo e proclamando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O redentor que se esvaziou de sua glória e se fez homem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E habitou entre nós, resistindo bravamente todas as tentações do mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pagando um alto preço pelos nossos pecados, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vencendo a morte. Hoje mediante a fé, nos deu de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;herança a vida eterna. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim seja! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedico essa oração as minha amigas: Sela(Criadora deste blog),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilian(Uma blogueira especial), Rose(Uma amiga que apesar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de nos vermos pouco nossa amizade está sempre em alta),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flaviany(Uma pessoa jovem de alma madura e uma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amiga super legal), Myllena(Um amizade recem acesa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e todos os meus familiares e amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem como ao Meu Filho amado e fofo e meu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Deus possa abençoar a todos nós hoje e sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não esqueça de deixar um recadinho pra nós. OK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37621572-116671257694112722?l=minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/116671257694112722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37621572&amp;postID=116671257694112722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116671257694112722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116671257694112722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/orao-natalina-senhor-os-portes-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116618732817498825</id><published>2006-12-15T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T04:55:28.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/583910/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/400/848672/155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem hoje acordei inspirada para escrever... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou passar através desse texto o quanto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um filho muda a vida de uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Desde quando se sabe que está grávida sua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; dá uma guinada de 360º, pois as mudanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; são realmente radicais. Primeiramente são as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; mudanças no corpo físico e com o passar dos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; meses da gestação, vamos ficando roliças e pesadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu por exemplo achei horrível a sensação de peso e o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; as noites de sono mal dormidas por conta da barriga, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem contar que não conseguia ficar muito tempo andando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ou em pé, pois dava uma sensação de cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;Após a espera dos noves meses são as mudanças em casa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e até consigo mesma, porque quem pensa que quando o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; filho nascer vai ter tempo para está no salão ou fazendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as unhas com tranqüilidade está completamente enganada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois aliás agente nem come direito é tudo nas carreiras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas tudo bem, um bebê requer muita atenção mesmo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porém nunca pensei que fosse tanto e que realmente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ficamos sem tempo para nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º Mês&lt;/strong&gt;: O bebê dá muito trabalho só mama e faz xixi e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cocô o tempo todo, não da nem tempo de respirar e não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; dormimos nada. Se você não enlouquecer nesse mês &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não enlouquece mais nunca...rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2º Mês:&lt;/strong&gt; Ele já está um pouco mais adaptado, porém o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; trabalho é o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3º Mês:&lt;/strong&gt; Ele já começa a fazer gracinhas e dar risadinha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é muito legal essa faze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4º e 5º Mês:&lt;/strong&gt; Começam as adaptações fora do seio os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; novos sabores e também as recusas do bebê. Tem que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ter muita paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6º Mês:&lt;/strong&gt; Começam a nascer os primeiros dentinhos e é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um estresse só, um chororô e tem que ter muita paciência &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e muito “Neném Dente” para anestesiar tanta dor...rsrsrs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Além disso nessa fase também ele já começa a engatinhas e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fazer algumas travessuras como ficar em pé no berço jogando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; os bonecos no chão. Achei o mês que ele aprendeu mais coisas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e já estava bastante esperto e reconhecendo todos do convívio dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7º Mês:&lt;/strong&gt; Os balbucieios tipo “pa pa”, “ma ma”, já fazem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parte da rotina, além dos gritinhos quando quer algo ou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até mesmo as birras que já são freqüentes, pois já começa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a demonstrar que tipo de personalidade tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8º Mês:&lt;/strong&gt; ainda não posso descrever muita coisa deixa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; para depois pois é o mês que ele se encontra.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou confirmar que ainda estou muito cansada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; e sem dormir direito ainda não sei até quando, pois temos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que respeitar a natureza do sono dele, mas ele já progrediu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muito, de 3 vezes que acordava durante a noite, ele acorda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apenas uma, mas para tomar o mingau e dorme novamente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas ainda é muito cansativo e está cada vez mais pesado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e estou contando os dias para ele começas a andar, pois não &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tem coluna que agüente...&lt;br /&gt;Contudo apesar de tanto trabalho e cansaço físico e mental, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;digo e repito que ter um filho foi e é a melhor e mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; importante experiência que aconteceu na minha vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois é um processo de amadurecimento a cada dia, pois &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;temos que assumir muitas responsabilidades que antes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pensávamos ser muito fáceis e realmente não é. É muito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fácil dizer &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“sou mãe”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e deixar o filho na mão de familiares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e pessoas estranhas sem assumir o controle da situação, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas não concordo, o meu filho por exemplo fica com minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; mãe porque trabalho, mas para onde vou, eu o levo, acho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ele tem que se adaptar com a nova vida e se socializar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afinal ele vai crescer e precisa conviver com o mundo e os &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passeios com os pais são muito importante, para ele, pois &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se sente parte daquilo e não um objeto que deixamos em &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;algum lugar quando não queremos carregar.&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente me critica por conta disso, mas acho que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cada um cria seu filho do jeito que acha correto e para &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mim o correto é isso! Gosto de vê-lo limpinho, cheiroso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e bem alimentado e nem todo mundo sabe cuidar direito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de uma criança, por isso sou chata nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ligo não, pois sei que estou o fazendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melhor para meu filho. E isso é o que importa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha consciência limpa e tranqüila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vejo que meu esforço não é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;envã pois vejo que ele a cada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dia que passa cresce saúdável e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feliz!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vê se se deixa um recadinho pra gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijo para todos vocês!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37621572-116618732817498825?l=minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/116618732817498825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37621572&amp;postID=116618732817498825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116618732817498825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116618732817498825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/bem-hoje-acordei-inspirada-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116551544614719520</id><published>2006-12-07T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:20:26.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/355587/Natal%20do%20garfild.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/400/334592/Natal%20do%20garfild.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/87915/NatalCart??oMikey.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um sonho especial&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei, que este Natal&lt;br /&gt;A guerra ia acabar&lt;br /&gt;Que os homens uniram-se para semear a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei que a fome e miséria&lt;br /&gt;Não mais existira&lt;br /&gt;Que em todos os lares&lt;br /&gt;Havia pão, água,... e amor&lt;br /&gt;Para que o Natal não fosse sinónimo de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei que todas as crianças&lt;br /&gt;Poderiam ter um brinquedo,&lt;br /&gt;Para brincar e partilhar&lt;br /&gt;Com todos os seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei que o racismo acabara&lt;br /&gt;Que todas as cores e formas&lt;br /&gt;Fariam parte de um arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Tão harmonioso quanto o sol e a lua&lt;br /&gt;Mas,...&lt;br /&gt;Será que não passou de um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Ou poderá ser uma realidade!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim,...&lt;br /&gt;Que o Natal seja para todos&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de verdade e amizade em todos os corações.&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Feliz Natal para Todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vê se deixa um recadinho né!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37621572-116551544614719520?l=minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/116551544614719520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37621572&amp;postID=116551544614719520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116551544614719520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116551544614719520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/um-sonho-especial-sonhei-que-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116532739569196731</id><published>2006-12-05T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T06:03:15.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/780988/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/400/257379/150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wendel com seu Papai Querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;É muito amor...rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37621572-116532739569196731?l=minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/116532739569196731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37621572&amp;postID=116532739569196731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116532739569196731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116532739569196731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/wendel-com-seu-papai-querido-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116532678640124464</id><published>2006-12-05T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:53:06.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/694018/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/400/533372/148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wendel no colo do Papai Noel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hohoho...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/37621572-116532678640124464?l=minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/116532678640124464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37621572&amp;postID=116532678640124464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116532678640124464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116532678640124464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/wendel-no-colo-do-papai-noelhohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116532663606199659</id><published>2006-12-05T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T06:06:08.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/662690/152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/320/959224/152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bom dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;É, o Natal está chegando e este ano é o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;primenriro Natal de Wendel, apesar dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;não entender nada a respeito levamos ele para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tirar foto com Papai Noel, pois para a criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;isso é importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Abaixo ele no colo do Papai Noel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sem entender nada do que se passava...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37621572-116532663606199659?l=minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/116532663606199659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37621572&amp;postID=116532663606199659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116532663606199659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116532663606199659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/bom-dia-o-natal-est-chegando-e-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116499920288319110</id><published>2006-12-01T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:08:26.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/796321/Wendel%20Teste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/400/539557/Wendel%20Teste.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;03/12/2006 Oito Meses!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;É Pic É Pic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Wendel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;completa 8 meses de idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Já está ficando um rapazinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Tem 6 dendinho, dois em baixo e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;quatro em cima, apesar de que nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;os dois do lado esquerdo e agora tá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;saído os dois do lado direito, foi um estresse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;mas agora ele está bem mais calmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Paresse que foi ontem que estava em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;meus braços aquela coisinha pequena e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;molinha, que não sabia fazer nada a não ser chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;e mamar e muito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Nunca vi bebê que mamasse tanto, chega eu e ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;ficávamos suados...rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Mas hoje olho no berço enquanto ele dorme e observo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;que cresceu tanto está com 9.600Kg e 73 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;já cresceu pra caramba, e está cada vez mais esperto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Já ensaia os primeiros passos, ficando em pé no berço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;e pulando (fazendo ginástica para crescer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Apesar de todo o trabalho é a coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;que mais amo nesse mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Uma mensagem para refletir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Alguns anos atrás li uma história que ficou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;gravada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;indelevelmente em minha mente. Uma senhora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;que vivia tentando por muitos anos ter um filho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;viu seu sonho realizado.Recebeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;dos braços da enfermeira um lindo bebê.Porém, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;qual não foi a sua surpresa quando notou que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;criança havia nascido sem orelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Preocupada, perguntou ao médico se o menino tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; perfeita audição. Um exame foi realizado e ficou constatado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; que o aparelho auditivo era normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A mãe, conformada, levou o filho para casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Seu amor não diminuiu pela criança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mas à medida que esta crescia observava o tratamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;que outras crianças lhe davam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Com freqüência seu filho voltava para casa chorando! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Isso era como uma punhalada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;a ferir e magoar o coração daquela mãe.Consultou o médico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; novamente perguntando se algo poderia ser feito pelo filho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O doutor revelou que se encontrassem alguém que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;doasse um par de orelhas, poderiam tentar um implante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; quando o rapaz chegasse aos 21 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Os anos se passaram e um dia os pais revelaram a alvissareira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;notícia de que tinham encontrado alguém para doar as orelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A operação foi realizada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;com grande êxito. Qual não era a satisfação e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;a alegria daquela mãe ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;contemplar o jovem, olhando-se no espelho e dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;- Veja, mãe, sou agora como todos os outros rapazes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Voltava-se então, para sua mãe e lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;perguntava:- Mamãe, quem foi que me doou este par de orelhas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;- Ah! Meu filho, agora não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;podemos revelar-lhe ma um dia irá saber.Passaram-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;os anos e o jovem casou-se e teve filhos, todos normais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Certa feita, ocorreu uma das grandes tristezas deste mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;havia perdido sua mãe.Na sala funerária, pai e filho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;olham pela última  vez o corpo inerte, gélido, daquela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;senhora tão bondosa. Depois que todos saíram, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;o pai diz ao filho:- Meu filho, venha comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;despedir-nos de sua mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ambos se aproximaram do esquife e ali pela última &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;vez o filho contemplou sua querida mãe.De repente, para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;surpresa daquele filho, o pai puxa de lado os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;longos cabelos negros de sua esposa e o filho observa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;pela primeira vez que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sua mãe não tinha mais orelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Esta é a grande dimensão do Amor! Oferta! Sacrifício!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37621572-116499920288319110?l=minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/feeds/116499920288319110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37621572&amp;postID=116499920288319110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116499920288319110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37621572/posts/default/116499920288319110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhavida-wendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/03122006-oito-meses-pic-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Minha Vida...Meu Sol Wendel!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435504429132872809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37621572.post-116480999659193118</id><published>2006-11-29T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:16:12.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/340997/Bebe%20Pulando.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/1600/314690/Tomando%20Banho.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5486/4229/320/828726/Tomando%20Banho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hora do Banho !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wendel quando entra na banheira não quer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sair mais. É um problema quando ele vê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que vou enrrola-lo na toalha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começa a chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tem que ter muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tato para tirá-lo de lá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;de umas semanas para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cá, ele inventou que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quer vistir a fralda descartável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É uma luta para vestí-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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