<?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-6011155954755259726</id><updated>2012-02-01T09:56:07.544-08:00</updated><category term='comida'/><category term='Pedro'/><category term='babá'/><category term='rafael'/><category term='sobrinho'/><category term='beijos'/><category term='fada madrinha'/><category term='família'/><category term='louise'/><category term='thomas'/><category term='Ana'/><category term='caroline'/><title type='text'>Caroline Martignoni Rebicki</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5742910942913626397</id><published>2012-01-24T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:28:22.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggeira bacana</title><content type='html'>Encontrei um blog de uma mulher muito interessante e criativa (&lt;a href="http://www.mamaandbabylove.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mamaandbabylove.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;). Ela parece ser uma super mãe e dona de casa que tira idéias do arco da velha.&amp;nbsp; Ela também me fez rir com um de seus posts sobre a sua gestação e ...bem, gases( &lt;a href="http://mamaandbabylove.com/2009/06/30/farts-and-yoga/"&gt;http://mamaandbabylove.com/2009/06/30/farts-and-yoga/&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; A verdade é simples, intragável, mas simples: a digestão muda com a progesterona e isso tem subprodutos voláteis aos montes.&amp;nbsp; Já tentei recorrer a halopatia, mas o jeito mesmo é deixar rolar, ou melhor,&amp;nbsp;flutuar.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Abrir a janela, ligar o ventilador... Ainda bem que eu não sou instrutora de Ioga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-5742910942913626397?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5742910942913626397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=5742910942913626397' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5742910942913626397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5742910942913626397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2012/01/bloggeira-bacana.html' title='Bloggeira bacana'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3311463572145483819</id><published>2012-01-18T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:11:37.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão em Bombas</title><content type='html'>Não tem nada como uns dias de sol na praia!&amp;nbsp; Com os avós então, melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0JUDtoxR8XU/Txbun0UEs2I/AAAAAAAAIQc/dfY7eitt_4o/s1600/DSC05396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0JUDtoxR8XU/Txbun0UEs2I/AAAAAAAAIQc/dfY7eitt_4o/s320/DSC05396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7umt3IffEw/TxbuusJl6AI/AAAAAAAAIQk/vPagagNvAW4/s1600/DSC05399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7umt3IffEw/TxbuusJl6AI/AAAAAAAAIQk/vPagagNvAW4/s320/DSC05399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8LmexA_JCU/Txbu0ih6PoI/AAAAAAAAIQs/FTDnQlTHKuE/s1600/DSC05405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Eles vieram para o Brasil com a intenção de ficar temporariamente, há uns 8 anos, mas eu esperava que esse dia nunca chegasse (puro egoísmo da minha parte).&amp;nbsp; A verdade é que depois de 6 anos sendo meu braço direito, eu acho que já não sei mais viver sem ela!&amp;nbsp; A nossa Ana é mais do que uma assistente para assuntos domésticos, é minha amiga e uma espécie de madrinha da Louise.&amp;nbsp; Já tentamos sensibilizá-los com a chegada dos gêmeos em Junho-Julho, sem maior sucesso.&amp;nbsp; Voltar para casa é muito importante para eles agora.&amp;nbsp; E talvez alguém por lá esteja precisando de uma ajuda especial mais do que nós...&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ser fácil achar uma substituta.&amp;nbsp; Será que a Nanny McPhee ou a Fraulein Maria estão disponíveis...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém aí conhece uma agência de Anjos da guarda ou Fadas madrinhas.... me passem o número, preciso começar a perquisar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cezgl0nMeHI/TxQQ-4jf0PI/AAAAAAAAIQU/lmr8hSkHmo8/s1600/DSC04304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z0o8NOI7FU/TxNCD69MFhI/AAAAAAAAIP8/v2D9bSicITE/s1600/G%25C3%25AAmeos10semanas+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z0o8NOI7FU/TxNCD69MFhI/AAAAAAAAIP8/v2D9bSicITE/s320/G%25C3%25AAmeos10semanas+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nessa eco os gêmeos estavam com 10 semanas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXN6dA7-rRY/TxNCH4mBSJI/AAAAAAAAIQE/QlpdOaV-Ig8/s1600/Bebes12sem+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXN6dA7-rRY/TxNCH4mBSJI/AAAAAAAAIQE/QlpdOaV-Ig8/s320/Bebes12sem+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui já com 12 semanas e tudo bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zf5sytUDrMg/TxNCLUGKDII/AAAAAAAAIQM/vu0NH5xauaY/s1600/gemeos12sem+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zf5sytUDrMg/TxNCLUGKDII/AAAAAAAAIQM/vu0NH5xauaY/s320/gemeos12sem+001.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E a revelação... dois meninos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-857125055950989041?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/857125055950989041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=857125055950989041' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/857125055950989041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/857125055950989041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2012/01/acompanhamento-dos-gemeos.html' title='Acompanhamento dos Gêmeos!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z0o8NOI7FU/TxNCD69MFhI/AAAAAAAAIP8/v2D9bSicITE/s72-c/G%25C3%25AAmeos10semanas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4322050756278403775</id><published>2012-01-13T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:27:55.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabeça de grávida</title><content type='html'>E bota grávida nisso! No quarto mês de gestação de gêmeos (meninos pela eco dessa semana) minha cabeça está saturada de progesterona e por isso não tenho sido eu mesma ultimamente... mas sem danos permanentes!&lt;br /&gt;Fora a distração, as preocupações dobradas, o sono e a fome, tudo parece bem.&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp;Thomas e a Louise tem sido bem parceirinhos nessa gravidez.&amp;nbsp; Eles lembram sempre dos bebês nas orações e projetos da família, uma graça.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Outro dia o Thomas agradeceu em oração pela "Alegria Dupla", referindo-se aos gêmeos... é mesmo um super irmão!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a Louise nos fez rir com sua rapidez no raciocínio... o Rafael havia se engasgado e estava tossindo e fazendo sons graves com a garganta para tentar se aliviar, e&amp;nbsp;depois de um &lt;em&gt;rugido&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;ele acrecentou bem dramático "Eu sou um Viking..." ao que, sem pestanejar, a Louise acrecentou "...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4322050756278403775?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4322050756278403775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4322050756278403775' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4322050756278403775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4322050756278403775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2012/01/cabeca-de-gravida.html' title='Cabeça de grávida'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-2882267550127704063</id><published>2011-11-20T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T06:23:41.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem diria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9u9rVJAfqoc/Tsg979XUvTI/AAAAAAAAIPo/XjdLvWXeW0k/s1600/eco1+gemeos+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9u9rVJAfqoc/Tsg979XUvTI/AAAAAAAAIPo/XjdLvWXeW0k/s320/eco1+gemeos+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para quem não entendeu nada, a Lolô explica assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFektvsi45Y/Tsg-FcQW3vI/AAAAAAAAIPw/HTNBc_YFMZo/s1600/Gemeos+da+Lolo+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="249" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFektvsi45Y/Tsg-FcQW3vI/AAAAAAAAIPw/HTNBc_YFMZo/s320/Gemeos+da+Lolo+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pois é Dadi e Su, no final empatamos!&lt;br /&gt;Temos gêmeos a caminho!&amp;nbsp; Eles chegam em julho 2012.&amp;nbsp; Segura coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-2882267550127704063?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/2882267550127704063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=2882267550127704063' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2882267550127704063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2882267550127704063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/11/quem-diria.html' title='Quem diria!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9u9rVJAfqoc/Tsg979XUvTI/AAAAAAAAIPo/XjdLvWXeW0k/s72-c/eco1+gemeos+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-974622614962332410</id><published>2011-10-30T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:49:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beto Carreiro com 5 crianças e muita chuva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Q8IXQrjF1ao/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8IXQrjF1ao&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8IXQrjF1ao&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/lKP3FeVgxVE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKP3FeVgxVE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKP3FeVgxVE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ontem fomos comemorar o aniverário de 7 anos do Thomas com nossos sobrinhos Neto, Nickollas e Benjamin no Beto Carreiro World.&amp;nbsp; As crianças estavam animadíssimas e apesar de imensas filas e chuva gelada, todos se divertiram muito.&amp;nbsp; O Neto superou seu medo de montanha russa e a Lolô girou feito peão na xícara maluca... Acham que alguém reclamou do mau tempo&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;?&amp;nbsp;Claro que não! Chegamos em casa moídos, mas satisfeitos de ter realizado esse sonho da criançada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-974622614962332410?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/974622614962332410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=974622614962332410' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/974622614962332410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/974622614962332410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/10/beto-carreiro-com-5-criancas-e-muita.html' title='Beto Carreiro com 5 crianças e muita chuva!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6348007003659552431</id><published>2011-10-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:37:44.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles estão imunizados!</title><content type='html'>Não, não é uma nova&amp;nbsp;vacina.&amp;nbsp; Nosso dia das crianças sempre foi diferente.&amp;nbsp; Esse ano me parece que finalmente&amp;nbsp;o Thomas e a Louise entenderam:&amp;nbsp;é o dia de DAR brinquedos&amp;nbsp;à crianças que não ganham brinquedos no resto do ano. &amp;nbsp;Felizmente nossos filhotes estão imunes à chuva de comerciais incentivando o consumo desmedido&amp;nbsp;de presentes no dia das crianças.&amp;nbsp; Neste semana eles separaram MUITOS brinquedos para doar, e fizeram isso com muito prazer e satisfação, sem pedir nada em troca, foi bem legal! Hoje convidamos amigos para almoçar aqui em casa e as crianças cantaram um parabéns para o Thomas e para a Lolô em parte pelos seus aniversários, em parte pela&amp;nbsp;alegria de&amp;nbsp;SER criança. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3E9zyd1i5Y/TpZOHDLchVI/AAAAAAAAIOU/zgUv1OJx9AU/s1600/DSC05166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3E9zyd1i5Y/TpZOHDLchVI/AAAAAAAAIOU/zgUv1OJx9AU/s320/DSC05166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7DohnRoUlGQ/TpZOMhmm3sI/AAAAAAAAIOc/1d7wtVhAc3k/s1600/DSC05169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7DohnRoUlGQ/TpZOMhmm3sI/AAAAAAAAIOc/1d7wtVhAc3k/s320/DSC05169.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6348007003659552431?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6348007003659552431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6348007003659552431' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6348007003659552431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6348007003659552431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/10/eles-estao-imunizados.html' title='Eles estão imunizados!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3E9zyd1i5Y/TpZOHDLchVI/AAAAAAAAIOU/zgUv1OJx9AU/s72-c/DSC05166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3733233915487687254</id><published>2011-10-10T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:45:46.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia mais feliz da vida deles</title><content type='html'>Não me canso de assistir a esses vídeos da Lolô (no seu aniversário de 4 aninhos!) e do Thomas na Disney! Quando foi a última vez que alguém aí dançou de tão feliz sem se importar com o mundo ao seu redor.... pois foi assim que a Louise curtiu nosso primeiro dia de Magic Kingdom! E o Thomas compenetrado na sua primeira oportunidade de derrotar o Darth Vader em pessoa!&amp;nbsp;Ver seus filhos vivendo&amp;nbsp;seus sonhos, mesmo que por um único dia: Não tem preço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/w3Bwxb22-bM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3Bwxb22-bM?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3Bwxb22-bM?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/xs5RhznRfIc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xs5RhznRfIc?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xs5RhznRfIc?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/rvtCTaezAXQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvtCTaezAXQ?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvtCTaezAXQ?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/k7T0QFEW2rk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7T0QFEW2rk?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7T0QFEW2rk?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pensando bem, foi um dos dias mais felizes da &lt;u&gt;minha&lt;/u&gt; vida também!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3733233915487687254?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3733233915487687254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3733233915487687254' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3733233915487687254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3733233915487687254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-dia-mais-feliz-da-vida-deles.html' title='O dia mais feliz da vida deles'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7515302257146558950</id><published>2011-09-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:52:11.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show do J. Quest</title><content type='html'>Ah! Como foi bacana o show deles ontem!&amp;nbsp; A boa companhia dos amigos e as músicas que eu gosto...impagável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá só uma olhada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au1lTI3-5WI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au1lTI3-5WI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6L_ACbQwYv4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6L_ACbQwYv4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com participação especial de Ney Matogrosso (quem diria!), Os sabonetes fazendo cover do Legião e A banda mais bonita da cidade, os curitibanos daquele vídeo do you tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito bom mesmo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7515302257146558950?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7515302257146558950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7515302257146558950' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7515302257146558950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7515302257146558950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/09/show-do-j-quest.html' title='Show do J. Quest'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6596901995617145458</id><published>2011-09-17T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:01:19.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em breve: viagem para a Disney em família</title><content type='html'>Há tanto o que contar que preciso me organizar melhor.... Logo, logo publico as melhores dos Rebicki na Disney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qde3f8flTUE/TnTDw6uybKI/AAAAAAAAIOQ/BILHYbl7VJ4/s1600/DSC04931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qde3f8flTUE/TnTDw6uybKI/AAAAAAAAIOQ/BILHYbl7VJ4/s320/DSC04931.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6596901995617145458?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6596901995617145458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6596901995617145458' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6596901995617145458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6596901995617145458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/09/em-breve-viagem-para-disney-em-familia.html' title='Em breve: viagem para a Disney em família'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qde3f8flTUE/TnTDw6uybKI/AAAAAAAAIOQ/BILHYbl7VJ4/s72-c/DSC04931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4266176561488513604</id><published>2011-08-14T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:50:15.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anos (nem tanto) dourados</title><content type='html'>Felizmente só nos conhecemos depois dos anos 70!&amp;nbsp; Já pensou que nada casalzinho simpático formaríamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGaRDMnieao/TkhCfWWMOCI/AAAAAAAAIOI/Fz-WA1C2acs/s1600/anos+70.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGaRDMnieao/TkhCfWWMOCI/AAAAAAAAIOI/Fz-WA1C2acs/s320/anos+70.bmp" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6biNjTlDm-8/TkhC54sb3OI/AAAAAAAAIOM/9Mrcl7t0wjg/s1600/anos+70+caro.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6biNjTlDm-8/TkhC54sb3OI/AAAAAAAAIOM/9Mrcl7t0wjg/s320/anos+70+caro.bmp" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4266176561488513604?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4266176561488513604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4266176561488513604' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4266176561488513604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4266176561488513604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/08/anos-nem-tanto-dourados.html' title='Anos (nem tanto) dourados'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KGaRDMnieao/TkhCfWWMOCI/AAAAAAAAIOI/Fz-WA1C2acs/s72-c/anos+70.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6276998632600578265</id><published>2011-08-13T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:30:30.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuros Missionários</title><content type='html'>Hoje nossa estaca fez uma atividade para os rapazes que um dia&amp;nbsp;servirão como missionários.&amp;nbsp; Inclusive com almoço na casa dos membros.&lt;br /&gt;Então eu fui explicar para as crianças quem é que viria para almoçar conosco: são os Futuro Missionários.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto! Foi o suficiente para a imaginação do Thomas levá-lo longe.&amp;nbsp; Plaquetas com poderes, mochilas à jato, terno de material brilhante e à prova de fogo, e por aí a fora...&lt;img height="400" id="il_fi" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5837931126_b11a1d2c10.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, pensando bem.... como será o trabalho dessa rapaziada daqui uns 10 anos...&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia uma colega de trabalho fez um pedido de oração on-line para mim, achei gentil da parte dela, mas estremamente estranho!&amp;nbsp; Já faz tempo que alguns amigos nossos usam as escrituras eletrônicas em seus i-phones, i-pads, e outras bugigangas tirando todo o&amp;nbsp;desafio da busca de escrituras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos missionários do futuro realmente precisam de preparação desde cedo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6276998632600578265?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6276998632600578265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6276998632600578265' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6276998632600578265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6276998632600578265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/08/futuros-missionarios.html' title='Futuros Missionários'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5837931126_b11a1d2c10_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6845880281997348160</id><published>2011-08-11T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:41:08.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I-pad ou I-pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQLy97BAozQJ6wyIDh1YN3wXRHI8ujctAxHXifg2JA5ykCFNkzMmA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="rg_hi" data-height="226" data-width="223" height="226" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQLy97BAozQJ6wyIDh1YN3wXRHI8ujctAxHXifg2JA5ykCFNkzMmA" style="height: 226px; width: 223px;" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="225" data-width="225" height="225" id="rg_hi" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTXjMAENtZ8FSqdAOOhHYp5K61jxZExggWprmUOZCimPSMYWwG9KA" style="height: 225px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 225px;" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zhu-zhu-Pet (mouse)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="224" data-width="225" height="224" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQnIdKwbiiDiDFEo8Avn4JKwaoyFx5mFWzD0mnvMTVVVWat_j9QZQ" style="height: 224px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 225px;" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="234" data-width="215" height="200" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSTTwFyT3YcbCL7FfDrNIt0_pboVxiGCtJ15hdnNUWXIlJNmgcu" style="height: 234px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 215px;" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Apple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Louise: Papai, você pode brincar com o meu &lt;em&gt;zu-zu-pet&lt;/em&gt; e eu posso brincar com seu I-&lt;em&gt;pet&lt;/em&gt; agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, no fundo são todos brinquedinhos! &lt;br /&gt;É confuso mesmo filhinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-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/6011155954755259726-6845880281997348160?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6845880281997348160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6845880281997348160' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6845880281997348160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6845880281997348160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-pad-ou-i-pet.html' title='I-pad ou I-pet'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7137221474825345245</id><published>2011-07-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:09:55.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos das crianças nas férias de Julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Louise conhece a priminha Olívia&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_DsiB11DC0/Tii-rnbnOeI/AAAAAAAAIN4/RvE54fM2odY/s1600/DSC04478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_DsiB11DC0/Tii-rnbnOeI/AAAAAAAAIN4/RvE54fM2odY/s320/DSC04478.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VrQpC49aAk/Tii-16IJ6hI/AAAAAAAAIN8/GJyA7QEDKJQ/s1600/DSC04480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VrQpC49aAk/Tii-16IJ6hI/AAAAAAAAIN8/GJyA7QEDKJQ/s320/DSC04480.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brincadeira no parquinho do condomínio da vovó Bel.&amp;nbsp; Só alegrias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bsr4iw51VE/Tii_Fi5K_eI/AAAAAAAAIOA/dz0J_tqwNUg/s1600/DSC04526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bsr4iw51VE/Tii_Fi5K_eI/AAAAAAAAIOA/dz0J_tqwNUg/s320/DSC04526.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77IaKCBrQrY/Tii_QBAlTUI/AAAAAAAAIOE/hbSRaB9-k0w/s1600/DSC04535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77IaKCBrQrY/Tii_QBAlTUI/AAAAAAAAIOE/hbSRaB9-k0w/s320/DSC04535.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7137221474825345245?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7137221474825345245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7137221474825345245' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7137221474825345245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7137221474825345245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/07/fotos-das-criancas-nas-ferias-de-julho.html' title='Fotos das crianças nas férias de Julho'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_DsiB11DC0/Tii-rnbnOeI/AAAAAAAAIN4/RvE54fM2odY/s72-c/DSC04478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1583825291999286819</id><published>2011-07-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:14:17.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda a delicadeza da princesa moderna</title><content type='html'>Louise: "Papai, vamos lutar e quem ganhar dorme na cama com a mamãe!"&lt;br /&gt;Rafael: "Filha acho que não é uma boa idéia.&amp;nbsp; Vai para a sua caminha da princesa, ..."&lt;br /&gt;BAM! POFT! BOING!&lt;br /&gt;Papai: "Ai, cuidado aí...!"&lt;br /&gt;Louise: "Eu venci papai! Agora me dá um lugar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garotinha intrépida essa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1583825291999286819?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1583825291999286819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1583825291999286819' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1583825291999286819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1583825291999286819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/07/toda-delicadeza-da-princesa-moderna.html' title='Toda a delicadeza da princesa moderna'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5440316460633729771</id><published>2011-06-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:32:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo de Sol em Curitiba tem que tirar foto mesmo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXytnOIwbSc/TfudOCVAjpI/AAAAAAAAIMo/n03bIbyHdSE/s1600/DSC04244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXytnOIwbSc/TfudOCVAjpI/AAAAAAAAIMo/n03bIbyHdSE/s320/DSC04244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNj_MJRXpTk/TfudWRNJKRI/AAAAAAAAIMs/6NtdXKfgqNc/s1600/DSC04260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNj_MJRXpTk/TfudWRNJKRI/AAAAAAAAIMs/6NtdXKfgqNc/s320/DSC04260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz-jR4la0fI/TfudcbRfpYI/AAAAAAAAIMw/-YO5oCSMnCE/s1600/DSC04263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: 13px;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;É só clicar&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/11/hygge-rga-o-jeitinho-dinamarqus.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;pra reler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Depois do susto inicial de perder o vôo da sexta a noite para Copenhagen, eu já não me aguentava de tanta alegria ao desembarcar do avião no domingo pela manhã. &amp;nbsp;A Paula, o Benjamin e a Iris estavam no aeroporto me esperando com sorrisos de orelha a orelha. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Passeamos pela cidade, visitamos pontos turísticos, comemos bem, fizemos compras, visitamos castelos, parques, o Tivoli, jardins, florestas, a pequena sereia, museus, amigos. &amp;nbsp;Foi uma semana de férias perfeita. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hygge&lt;/i&gt; do começo ao fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Com as baterias recerregadas voltei cheia de histórias, presentes, souvenirs e planos para novas aventuras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O álbum de fotos está &lt;s&gt;bem comprido&lt;/s&gt; disponível para quem quiser espiar o começo da primavera num país lindo, mas longe demais de casa. &amp;nbsp;Para ver as fotos, clique&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/Rebicki/CopenhageEnsolarada?authkey=Gv1sRgCKLM6dPGu8IH#"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8676040428025995204?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8676040428025995204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8676040428025995204' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8676040428025995204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8676040428025995204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/04/mamae-tirou-ferias.html' title='Mamãe tirou férias'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-2686888771289144157</id><published>2011-04-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:21:57.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia do CTR 2</title><content type='html'>Neste final de semana de Conferência Geral trouxemos o Nickollas (Bidu) para dormir aqui em casa e brincar com os priminhos. &amp;nbsp;Todos se divertiram pra valer. &amp;nbsp;Os meninos jogaram muito wii e eles e a Lolô dormiram em sacos de dormir no meio da bagunça de brinquedos. &amp;nbsp;Apesar da decepção da Louise pelo desinteresse dos meninos em brincar de passar creme nas Barbies, tudo correu muito bem. &amp;nbsp;O Bidu é mesmo um menino legal.&lt;br /&gt;No almoço de domingo, depois de comerem tudo que estava no prato (nada como um primo competindo!) o Thomas começou uma conversa filosófica: "Pai, antes de tudo existir, do céu e da Terra, como chamava o lugar nós vivíamos?" "Pré-existência, filho. E nós ainda não tínhamos um &lt;i&gt;corpo&lt;/i&gt;..." respondia o Rafael quando o Bidu quis completar a frase: "...é, eram só umas &lt;i&gt;cabeças&lt;/i&gt; voando!"&lt;br /&gt;O que me fez pensar em ser bem mais clara nas explicações na Primária e noite familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-2686888771289144157?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/2686888771289144157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=2686888771289144157' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2686888771289144157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2686888771289144157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/04/filosofia-do-ctr-2.html' title='Filosofia do CTR 2'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7961300220208049412</id><published>2011-03-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:06:25.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fadinha do Dente</title><content type='html'>A Louise demonstrou nesta semana uma de suas vocações. &amp;nbsp;Nem eu, nem a tia Pediatra, nem a vovó, nem o papai com toda sua tática conseguimos puxar os dois dentões moles do Thomas. &amp;nbsp;Amarrar na porta, de jeito nenhum. &amp;nbsp;Morder uma maçã, simplesmente não conseguia. &amp;nbsp;Quando se trata de dor, sangue, devo confessar: meu filho tem sangue de barata.&lt;div&gt;E foi na descontração de brincadeira pulando na cama da mamãe que a Louise acertou a boca do Thomas com um brinquedo e &lt;i&gt;puft&lt;/i&gt;! Ele cospe o dentão no chão! &amp;nbsp;Meu dente caiu, meu dente caiu! E nem doeu! Viva a Louise, dentista mirim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CWv0OEaVQEk/TYvbTHEao6I/AAAAAAAAHT8/ATRhYnknDvU/s1600/DSC03761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CWv0OEaVQEk/TYvbTHEao6I/AAAAAAAAHT8/ATRhYnknDvU/s320/DSC03761.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5lvshRonhV0/TYvbcp9lEcI/AAAAAAAAHUI/NidNALep3R8/s1600/DSC03767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5lvshRonhV0/TYvbcp9lEcI/AAAAAAAAHUI/NidNALep3R8/s320/DSC03767.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-N5zNNXm3NKo/TYvbl6je1qI/AAAAAAAAHUU/Ho8PnpME6aM/s1600/DSC03764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kG5DRD6sJoM/TYUbhuzNXcI/AAAAAAAAHT4/fs5gLFW3dIU/s1600/rio+2010+e+outras+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kG5DRD6sJoM/TYUbhuzNXcI/AAAAAAAAHT4/fs5gLFW3dIU/s200/rio+2010+e+outras+004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mamãe: Estou pensando em colocar vocês para estudarem de manhã no ano que vem. &amp;nbsp;O que acham, crianças?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: (meio desligado) A Maria Eduarda (amiguinha do ano passado) também estuda de manhã...&lt;br /&gt;Louise: (pensativa e preocupada) Mas se nós dois formos para a escola, quem é que vai &lt;u&gt;cuidar da Ana&lt;/u&gt; (a babá)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas meninas já nascem com um senso de responsabilidade. &amp;nbsp;São verdadeiras mãezinhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1591886084424039610?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1591886084424039610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1591886084424039610' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1591886084424039610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1591886084424039610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/03/diferencas-entre-meninos-e-meninas.html' title='Diferenças entre meninos e meninas'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kG5DRD6sJoM/TYUbhuzNXcI/AAAAAAAAHT4/fs5gLFW3dIU/s72-c/rio+2010+e+outras+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8189843817762928144</id><published>2011-03-05T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:30:00.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Educação financeira</title><content type='html'>Nós sempre nos preocupamos em ensinar nossos filhos desde cedo sobre dinheiro, para que ele serve, como ganhar, como guardar, como gastar, etc... A idéia é que eles não tenham problemas quando adultos. &amp;nbsp;Ou pelo menos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;menos problemas&lt;/i&gt;. (Calma mãe, não estamos passando por dificuldades...)&lt;br /&gt;Então, desde sempre temos um tipo de previdência privada para cada um deles, cada um tem seu cofrinho, participam nas decisões financeiras da família, vão ao mercado fazer continhas e sempre os lembramos do valor de coisas que não podem ser compradas.&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo vai passando, e aquela sementinha consumista que alguém (a televisão, o coleguinha rico da escola, nós mesmos...) plantou lá dentro das nossas crinaças &amp;nbsp;vai crescendo e todo aquele discurso desapegado do papai e da mamãe entram por um ouvido e saem voando pelo outro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro quando o Thomas tinha 1 aninho, na praia, e o pessoal do guarda-sol lá na frente tinha uma piscina enorme e colorida. &amp;nbsp;Ele queria &lt;i&gt;muito&lt;/i&gt; aquela piscina. &amp;nbsp;Então nós cavamos na areia, com muito esmero diga-se de passagem, uma piscina e enchemos com água do mar e colocamos ele lá dentro. &amp;nbsp;Foi a primeira grande decepção da vida dele. &amp;nbsp;Como ele chorou. &amp;nbsp;Ele &lt;i&gt;queria aquela&lt;/i&gt; piscina colorida.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente o sonho de consumo do Thomas é um Nintendo DS (o game-boy dessa geração), que custa uns absurdos R$ 400,00. &amp;nbsp;Então ele fez um desenho do tal brinquedo e colou no seu cofre. &amp;nbsp;Desde então ele guarda as moedinhas ali para adquirir com o fruto de suas próprias economias o tão desejado "DS".&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, uns &lt;i&gt;3 meses&lt;/i&gt; depois, ele quis contar quanto era a sua fortuna, certo de que já tinha todo o dinheiro necessário. &amp;nbsp;Espalhamos as moedas pela mesa e contamos tudo: R$ 62,10. &amp;nbsp;"Quanto vai sobrar, pai?" perguntou ainda sorrindo. &amp;nbsp;Depois de perceber a dificuldade do trabalhador brasileiro ele se lembrou de um fato de uns anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;"Pai, e aquele meu dinheiro que você colocou no banco que dava para comprar &lt;i&gt;muitos DSs&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Filho, deixa eu te explicar. &amp;nbsp;O papai comprou ações da Petrobrás com aquele dinheiro... sabe a Petrobrás, onde o vovô e a vovó trabalham? É uma empresa muito importante... e... bem, aí veio a crise mundial....o dinheiro que estava nos bancos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;encolheu&lt;/i&gt;. Entendeu?"&lt;br /&gt;Como a moral do professor desaparece nessas horas. &amp;nbsp;Obviamente ele não entendeu nada (nem eu!).&lt;br /&gt;Então, fica sugestão, talvez a &lt;i&gt;escola&lt;/i&gt; devesse ensinar educação financeira para nossas crianças!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8189843817762928144?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8189843817762928144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8189843817762928144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8189843817762928144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8189843817762928144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/03/educacao-financeira.html' title='Educação financeira'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6383191599329405810</id><published>2011-02-25T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:40:21.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psicologia Reversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-py7sRWIXgYM/TWgSAPLr-2I/AAAAAAAAHSY/DjARJYeB_YA/s1600/DSC03750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-py7sRWIXgYM/TWgSAPLr-2I/AAAAAAAAHSY/DjARJYeB_YA/s200/DSC03750.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfjSv0ock88/TWgSGy6mA0I/AAAAAAAAHSc/810GXV-Bno4/s1600/DSC03753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfjSv0ock88/TWgSGy6mA0I/AAAAAAAAHSc/810GXV-Bno4/s200/DSC03753.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35qi49urh0U/TWgSNAJCinI/AAAAAAAAHSk/hvDNzn_Qg5s/s1600/DSC03754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35qi49urh0U/TWgSNAJCinI/AAAAAAAAHSk/hvDNzn_Qg5s/s200/DSC03754.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Pe3Yy3VQE/TWgSUAQmj0I/AAAAAAAAHSo/NbwkKNjLRYQ/s1600/DSC03755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Pe3Yy3VQE/TWgSUAQmj0I/AAAAAAAAHSo/NbwkKNjLRYQ/s200/DSC03755.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minha sábia mãe já usava a técnica da &lt;i&gt;psicologia reversa&lt;/i&gt; conosco quando éramos criança. &amp;nbsp;Dessa vez tentei com a Louise. &amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;Não&lt;/i&gt; precisa dormir filha... você &lt;i&gt;não&lt;/i&gt; está cansadinha (coloquei uma musiquinha de criança)... vamos dançar, brincar... que tal um desenho..., Lolô?.....".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6383191599329405810?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6383191599329405810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6383191599329405810' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6383191599329405810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6383191599329405810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/02/psicologia-reversa.html' title='Psicologia Reversa'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-py7sRWIXgYM/TWgSAPLr-2I/AAAAAAAAHSY/DjARJYeB_YA/s72-c/DSC03750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1901751885757079424</id><published>2011-02-24T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T02:21:37.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almoço em família</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9byyARtW8Jw/TWYr2TItnvI/AAAAAAAAHSA/_DDZcjsGwOw/s1600/DSC03656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9byyARtW8Jw/TWYr2TItnvI/AAAAAAAAHSA/_DDZcjsGwOw/s200/DSC03656.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa receita é um clássico da minha família: frango assado de padaria, baguete e cerejas frescas. &amp;nbsp;A primeira vez foi por pura necessidade, depois só por que é uma delícia mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Há uns 16 anos atrás, minha família teve a maravilhosa oportunidade de fazer um mochilão pela Europa, com direito a noites em albergues e tudo mais. &amp;nbsp;Numa tarde, ainda no início da viagem, estavamos cansados do dia de passeios e com fome. &amp;nbsp;Como é sabido, a comida na europa é cara, imaginem então para alimentar 3 filhos por 3 semanas fora de casa. &amp;nbsp;Foi então que decidimos fugir do convencional. &amp;nbsp;Compramos um frango assado na padaria da esquina, uma comprida e crocante baguete e um pacote de cerejas frescas. &amp;nbsp;Sentamos os cinco num banco de praça e..., bem, não tem outro nome.... farofamos mesmo. Só que sem a farofa. &amp;nbsp;Foi divertido e saboroso. &amp;nbsp;Batizamos a refeição de Frango à parisiense e imediatamente se tornou um clássico. &lt;br /&gt;Num sábado desses repetimos a dose com as crianças no parque Barigui. &amp;nbsp;Não tem erro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4973994846818297495?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4973994846818297495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4973994846818297495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4973994846818297495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4973994846818297495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/02/frango-parisiense.html' title='Frango à parisiense'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9byyARtW8Jw/TWYr2TItnvI/AAAAAAAAHSA/_DDZcjsGwOw/s72-c/DSC03656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8295511465943859679</id><published>2011-02-16T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:08:00.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que estourei meu limite de fotos para o blog.... blog sem foto não tem a mesma graça! Vou ter que dar um jeito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8295511465943859679?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8295511465943859679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8295511465943859679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8295511465943859679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8295511465943859679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/02/acho-que-estourei-meu-limite-de-fotos.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6534213266954323063</id><published>2011-02-06T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:40:55.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz ano do Coelho!</title><content type='html'>A minha família leva essas coisas de calendário chinês mais a sério do que eu imaginava! No ano chinês do coelho a fertilidade das minhas cunhadas é de impressionar: 4 sobrinhos (ou preferencialmente 1 sobrinho e 3 sobrinhas), além de sobrinhos em segundo grau que eu nem me atrevo à continuar contando, à caminho para 2011, um record pessoal! &lt;br /&gt;Que venham os bebês! &amp;nbsp;Nessas circunstâncias, nós confortavelmente passamos para o&lt;u&gt; final&lt;/u&gt; da fila reprodutiva (a Dadi ainda pode tentar a menininha, oras!) para assistir todas essas gestantes e seus recém-nascidos no que precisarem!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano do Coelho para essa família!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinesenewyear.me/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/chinese-new-year-in-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.chinesenewyear.me/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/chinese-new-year-in-2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6534213266954323063?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6534213266954323063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6534213266954323063' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6534213266954323063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6534213266954323063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/02/feliz-ano-do-coelho.html' title='Feliz ano do Coelho!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3364415092633791586</id><published>2011-02-04T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:05:47.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O legado Martignoni</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUZJXmkqI/AAAAAAAAHQM/L7G46OROTHY/s1600/DSC03619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUZJXmkqI/AAAAAAAAHQM/L7G46OROTHY/s200/DSC03619.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colhendo acerola no quintal da bisa - 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUmMKDFaI/AAAAAAAAHQQ/knoYoXGVK3o/s1600/DSC03621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUmMKDFaI/AAAAAAAAHQQ/knoYoXGVK3o/s200/DSC03621.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;No final de janeiro meu avô Miguel descansou. &amp;nbsp;Há vários anos ele lutava com o mal de Alheimer e já estava com a memória muito comprometida nos últimos meses. &amp;nbsp;Ele foi um homem grande em sua sabedoria e simplicidade. &amp;nbsp;Definiu a história da nossa familia quando priorizou o estudo dos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ele orgulhosamente contava que era mal aluno em lingua portuguesa, mas sempre foi o melhor aluno na turma em matemática. &amp;nbsp;Trabalhou como agricultor durante quase toda a vida. &amp;nbsp;Calculava o volme de um caminhão carregado de madeira de cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Contava para todos a sua maior realização pessoal: ter 8 netos, todos com curso superior (a saber: 3 médicos, 2 juizas, 1 advogada e jornalista, 1 engenheiro agrônomo e 1 arquiteta).&lt;br /&gt;Ensinou que o mais importante era trabalhar honestamente e dava grande valor a uma família unida.&lt;br /&gt;No final de semana de seu falecimento reuniu, pela primeira vez em muitos anos, seus irmãos, sobrinhos, filhos, genros, nora, netos e bisnetos, todos com um terno sentimento de consolo e alegria por fazer parte de uma família tão especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUny3DbhI/AAAAAAAAHQU/qAOIlrA3cPc/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUny3DbhI/AAAAAAAAHQU/qAOIlrA3cPc/s200/image.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os noivos com a Vó Sibila e o vô Miguel - 2001&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUssmMCPI/AAAAAAAAHQY/1CHZWR0J5e8/s1600/DSC01631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUssmMCPI/AAAAAAAAHQY/1CHZWR0J5e8/s200/DSC01631.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apresentando a Louise para os avós - &amp;nbsp;2008&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3364415092633791586?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3364415092633791586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3364415092633791586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3364415092633791586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3364415092633791586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-legado-martignoni.html' title='O legado Martignoni'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUxUZJXmkqI/AAAAAAAAHQM/L7G46OROTHY/s72-c/DSC03619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5188931688027150207</id><published>2011-02-04T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:48:49.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu Pedrinho, o faz-tudo global</title><content type='html'>Um dos porteiros do nosso prédio é um cara singular. &amp;nbsp;Seu nome é Pedro, mas ele insiste que o chamem pelo apelido de &lt;i&gt;Seu Pedrinho&lt;/i&gt;. Ele está sempre muito bem humorado, não importa a hora do dia ou o dia da semana. &amp;nbsp;"Bom dia &lt;i&gt;dotora&lt;/i&gt;!" "Boa tarde Thomas! Como vai loirinha!"(à que a Lolô sempre responde: eu sou a Louise!) "Boa noite &lt;i&gt;dotor&lt;/i&gt;!" Trata a todos por doutor ou doutora, hábito que trouxe lá do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;div&gt;Ontem ao passar pela portaria perguntei casualmente se ele entendia de carros, por que o carro semi-velho que estamos tentando vender pifou e ninguém sabia como consertar, e para a minha surpresa ele disse: "Sei sim, depois eu vejo. &amp;nbsp;Só me arranja um pouco de gasolina."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois do expediente ele abriu o capô, e começou a mexer, puxar e desparafusar aquela geringonça. &amp;nbsp;Pôe gasolina aqui, puxa cabo pra lá, e não é que em 20 minutos ele consertou o carro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Não tem nada em que eu não tenha trabalhado. &amp;nbsp;Até novela eu já fiz. &amp;nbsp;A última foi Roque Santeiro. &amp;nbsp;Na maioria das vezes fui figurante, mas já ganhei até fala!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, graças ao talento e boa vontade do seu Pedrinho o carro está andando. &amp;nbsp;Que simpatia. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/SvnEZSOIp7Y/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvnEZSOIp7Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvnEZSOIp7Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6011155954755259726-5188931688027150207?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5188931688027150207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=5188931688027150207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5188931688027150207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5188931688027150207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/02/seu-pedrinho-o-faz-tudo-global.html' title='Seu Pedrinho, o faz-tudo global'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5029938064791069098</id><published>2011-02-03T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:02:27.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogo dos sete erros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUr4kS9ssdI/AAAAAAAAHP8/zUbIrISm-aY/s1600/DSC03623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUr4kS9ssdI/AAAAAAAAHP8/zUbIrISm-aY/s320/DSC03623.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUr44EBmSvI/AAAAAAAAHQI/4U9Xvv4lyFQ/s1600/DSC03642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUr44EBmSvI/AAAAAAAAHQI/4U9Xvv4lyFQ/s320/DSC03642.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TUr4rpj_zjI/AAAAAAAAHQA/ohQdkeC2xBE/s1600/DSC03638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7O_hzXK9I/AAAAAAAAHPE/4RDhRt2W_b0/s1600/DSC03270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7O_hzXK9I/AAAAAAAAHPE/4RDhRt2W_b0/s640/DSC03270.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quase todo mundo junto, a Su, representando os Rebicki Martins pelo Skype. Cantamos hinos de natal e lemos as escrituras sobre o nascimento do Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PJ5ynJoI/AAAAAAAAHPI/i5K-0kfsP7s/s1600/DSC03288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PJ5ynJoI/AAAAAAAAHPI/i5K-0kfsP7s/s320/DSC03288.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Peru, lombinho, quibe cru, como manda essa tradição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PSTQ6pzI/AAAAAAAAHPM/yqVz1tRO7TY/s1600/DSC03289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PSTQ6pzI/AAAAAAAAHPM/yqVz1tRO7TY/s320/DSC03289.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PaIVD6_I/AAAAAAAAHPQ/ZqmxEWFX6AI/s1600/DSC03291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PaIVD6_I/AAAAAAAAHPQ/ZqmxEWFX6AI/s320/DSC03291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minaz, Dadi e Antoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PimKKScI/AAAAAAAAHPU/1H_ZK3IrW5w/s1600/DSC03292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PimKKScI/AAAAAAAAHPU/1H_ZK3IrW5w/s320/DSC03292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pri e Eric,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7Pp06-8fI/AAAAAAAAHPY/WHjmsBzai00/s1600/DSC03294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7Pp06-8fI/AAAAAAAAHPY/WHjmsBzai00/s320/DSC03294.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jonas e Drika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PzsxENnI/AAAAAAAAHPc/oikco1WSn6Y/s1600/DSC03315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7PzsxENnI/AAAAAAAAHPc/oikco1WSn6Y/s320/DSC03315.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crianças e presentes sob a arvora de natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7P6r3_RaI/AAAAAAAAHPg/-19wsyhwuEs/s1600/DSC03318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7P6r3_RaI/AAAAAAAAHPg/-19wsyhwuEs/s320/DSC03318.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E o nosso maior presente de Natal, a sempre feliz companhia da Rosana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-905182988783414141?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/905182988783414141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=905182988783414141' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/905182988783414141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/905182988783414141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2011/01/noite-de-natal-nos-rebicki.html' title='Noite de Natal nos Rebicki'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TT7O_hzXK9I/AAAAAAAAHPE/4RDhRt2W_b0/s72-c/DSC03270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-2687027636532934929</id><published>2011-01-21T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T05:22:49.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescaria com os primos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Depois de ler o e-mail ele ganha uma caixinha com uma chave e o Rafael pede para ele ir ver atrás de casa o que o Papai Noel deixou pra ele. &amp;nbsp;Foi emocionante para todos! &amp;nbsp;O carro é lindo e merecido. &amp;nbsp;Vejam as fotos. &amp;nbsp;Os vídeos estão em processo de carregamento (eu sou da época do VHS, mas estou aprendendo!), logo vou postá-los também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TTl4Z8GOUeI/AAAAAAAAHLs/v4A7f91Yuhc/s1600/DSC03359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TTl4Z8GOUeI/AAAAAAAAHLs/v4A7f91Yuhc/s320/DSC03359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQll800DlJI/AAAAAAAAHLk/us0Bn2se9aI/s1600/Outubro+2007+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQll800DlJI/AAAAAAAAHLk/us0Bn2se9aI/s320/Outubro+2007+071.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A primeira lembrança que eu tenho do vô é de quando eu e o Rafael ainda éramos namorados e estávamos os três dentro do santana quantum do Darlei.&amp;nbsp; O vô queria puxar assunto e começou... &lt;u&gt;Ele&lt;/u&gt; tem bom gosto, mas &lt;u&gt;você&lt;/u&gt; não! 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mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0cm; mso-para-margin-right:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Outro dia, num tradicional almoço de domingo: Carol, você sabe fazer suspiro? (Eu achei que ele estivesse falando sério, receita de família, sei lá!) Acho que sei vô. Então eu vou te ensinar: encheu o peito de ar e suspirou gostoso. Saiu rindo faceiro.&amp;nbsp; Essa é a melhor receita de suspiro que alguém pode passar adiante! Dona Dalila agora vai cuidar bem dele novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7732999342607407379?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7732999342607407379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7732999342607407379' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7732999342607407379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7732999342607407379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/12/receita-de-suspiro-do-vo-rebicki.html' title='Receita de Suspiro do vô Rebicki'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQll800DlJI/AAAAAAAAHLk/us0Bn2se9aI/s72-c/Outubro+2007+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4655167881225848119</id><published>2010-12-12T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:44:48.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscoitos Natalinos (e um alienígena)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu amo fazer biscoitos.&amp;nbsp; Não sei por que aqui no Brasil não fazemos mais.&amp;nbsp; Nada contra a trivial Nega-Maluca da vovó, mas por que não a deliciosa variedade dos biscoitos e bolachas?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meus filhos adoram também... é rápido, eles podem ajudar em quase todos os passos e é uma delícia.&amp;nbsp; Nossa receita favorita?&amp;nbsp; Pedaços de chocolate e aveia, de longe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas nessa época eu gosto de entrar no clima com o tema do Natal.&amp;nbsp; Então hoje, atendendo à uma solicitação da Lolô fizemos biscoitos coloridos com formas de coisas natalinas.&amp;nbsp; Tudo ia muito bem até que o papai decidiu roubar a atenção das crianças com formas... digamos pouco ortodoxas.&amp;nbsp; Caramujos, cobras, flores e um alienígena azul.&amp;nbsp; De qualquer jeito, todas ficaram gostosas! Eis o resultado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQV0mqNdwNI/AAAAAAAAHLc/gNw1V2_lBr8/s1600/DSC03264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQV0mqNdwNI/AAAAAAAAHLc/gNw1V2_lBr8/s320/DSC03264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQV0vhkvohI/AAAAAAAAHLg/2zLhyu6hX34/s1600/DSC03265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQV0vhkvohI/AAAAAAAAHLg/2zLhyu6hX34/s320/DSC03265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/6011155954755259726-4655167881225848119?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4655167881225848119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4655167881225848119' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4655167881225848119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4655167881225848119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/12/biscoitos-natalinos-e-um-alienigena.html' title='Biscoitos Natalinos (e um alienígena)'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQV0mqNdwNI/AAAAAAAAHLc/gNw1V2_lBr8/s72-c/DSC03264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5534302596868852600</id><published>2010-12-12T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:07:58.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piscina!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Até que enfim o verão está chegando em Curitiba (no final de semana)!&amp;nbsp; As crianças já estavam fazendo greve de fome, protestando "Que tipo de férias são essas, dentro do apartamento!!!"&amp;nbsp; Aí veio um final de semana com sol para aproveitarmos as brincadeiras na água!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQVw_1j45NI/AAAAAAAAHLA/D8iHTHyWjwM/s1600/DSC02884-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQVw_1j45NI/AAAAAAAAHLA/D8iHTHyWjwM/s320/DSC02884-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQVxIO7aTeI/AAAAAAAAHLE/f5mBPnqvjLM/s1600/DSC02862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TQVxIO7aTeI/AAAAAAAAHLE/f5mBPnqvjLM/s320/DSC02862.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Eu a achava muito sem graça e o piso estava bem  estragado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;À propósito, o "antes" está à esquerda e o "depois" à direita (caso não  dê para ver a diferença! hahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mg46g5CI/AAAAAAAAHKI/UVYCB7Obnik/s1600/DSC02739.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mg46g5CI/AAAAAAAAHKI/UVYCB7Obnik/s200/DSC02739.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mByx0O2I/AAAAAAAAHJ4/JY54p_5M9Ks/s1600/DSC02388.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mByx0O2I/AAAAAAAAHJ4/JY54p_5M9Ks/s200/DSC02388.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mKMgXKuI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/zh1ygbk2qhQ/s1600/DSC02389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mKMgXKuI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/zh1ygbk2qhQ/s200/DSC02389.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2malQmI2I/AAAAAAAAHKE/v4H-HbTACUY/s1600/DSC02738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2malQmI2I/AAAAAAAAHKE/v4H-HbTACUY/s200/DSC02738.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na sala de jantar colocamos um espelho sob o buffet e um lustre elegante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trocamos o piso velho e manchado por um mais claro e resistente (melhor investimento!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mR_VU_XI/AAAAAAAAHKA/366pE3yQFX0/s1600/DSC02390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mR_VU_XI/AAAAAAAAHKA/366pE3yQFX0/s200/DSC02390.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mmz_5BCI/AAAAAAAAHKM/pZWKmQ038XU/s1600/DSC02740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mmz_5BCI/AAAAAAAAHKM/pZWKmQ038XU/s200/DSC02740.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substituímos um sofá de 3 e 2 lugares por um de canto com chaise.&lt;br /&gt;Também mudamos de posição o rack para TV e com isso ganhamos mais espaço para circulação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda temos que achar acessórios para completar o ambiente, mas já estamos contentes com o resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor, gastamos menos do que o orçamento previsto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-485849817091463696?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/485849817091463696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=485849817091463696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/485849817091463696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/485849817091463696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/11/antes-e-depois.html' title='Antes e Depois'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TO2mg46g5CI/AAAAAAAAHKI/UVYCB7Obnik/s72-c/DSC02739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8537249317687665603</id><published>2010-11-21T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:13:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outras do Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TLswEPpoQXI/AAAAAAAAHAc/G8rK-h4n93E/s1600/DSC02485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TLswEPpoQXI/AAAAAAAAHAc/G8rK-h4n93E/s320/DSC02485.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje estávamos batendo um papo cabeça com o Thomas sobre as diferenças sócio-econômicas-culturais entre Brasil e Estados Unidos (leia-se: porque é que jogos de video-game são tão mais baratos por lá?). E a conversa estava indo até bem para um garoto de 6 anos, quando ele largou uma pérola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ô paiê, o hino do Brasil tem uma parte que é de BOXE, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como assim filho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aquela parte que fala de &lt;i&gt;lutar &lt;/i&gt;com&lt;i&gt; braço forte&lt;/i&gt;, é sobre o boxe, não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Risos e mais risos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutra ocasião, ele estava pensando muito concentrado por uns cinco minutos, e finalmente desistiu de raciocinar e desabafou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ô mãe, a &lt;i&gt;flauta&lt;/i&gt; é &lt;i&gt;doce&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;salgada&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem rir (não foi fácil) respondi como se estivesse eu mesma meio intrigada:&lt;br /&gt;É a flauta doce, filho. Tenho certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah como é bom ser criança! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8537249317687665603?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8537249317687665603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8537249317687665603' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8537249317687665603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8537249317687665603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/11/outra-do-thomas.html' title='Outras do Thomas'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TLswEPpoQXI/AAAAAAAAHAc/G8rK-h4n93E/s72-c/DSC02485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6275496097883204982</id><published>2010-11-07T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:29:11.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Comemoramos o sexto aniversário do Thomas com um lanche para alguns amiguinhos.&amp;nbsp; Ele planejou tudo, do tema aos comes.&amp;nbsp; Decorou o salão como ele achou melhor, escolheu as brincadeiras que os amigos iriam fazer.&amp;nbsp; E sabe qual foi o resultado... mamãe sossegada e crianças se esbaldando e aniversariante satisfeito!&amp;nbsp; Não poderia ter sido melhor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7827904382266720982?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7827904382266720982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7827904382266720982' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7827904382266720982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7827904382266720982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-anos-alguns-amigos-e-muita-alegria.html' title='6 anos, alguns amigos e muita alegria'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TMjAx1s3nSI/AAAAAAAAHGs/Uu_N-zkAqwE/s72-c/DSC02660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7198001050758710119</id><published>2010-10-01T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:54:53.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/THHbvcCW-pI/AAAAAAAAGr4/uh_heV2fC6s/s1600/DSC01944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/THHbvcCW-pI/AAAAAAAAGr4/uh_heV2fC6s/s200/DSC01944.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais uma vez, é mais fácil estar do outro lado da mesa do consultório.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o Thomas foi submetido, pela primeira vez (e tomara que última) à um procedimento cirúrgico, simples e eletivo, mas mesmo assim invasivo.&amp;nbsp; Eu já estou a tanto tempo longe de centros hospitalares e centros cirúrgicos que as vezes acho que é melhor nem dizer que sou médica. Como mãe do paciente, tenho todas aquelas infinitas angústias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A burocracia do plano de saúde (solicitação do médico, liberação, confirmação da liberação, pré-cadastro, pré-internamento, verificação da senha de internamento, ai!), os malditos termos de consentimento (&lt;i&gt;caso&lt;/i&gt; precise de UTI, &lt;i&gt;caso&lt;/i&gt; seu plano não pague, &lt;i&gt;caso&lt;/i&gt; isso ou aquilo...meu estômago que já doendo piorou), a frieza do ambiente hospitalar (o Thomas pediu um cobertor e quando veio ele me perguntou se era coberta de cachorro),&amp;nbsp; a falta de sensibilidade dos profissionais de centro cirúrgico (quando eu entrei na sala eles já o tinham anestesiado), eu nunca havia percebido como aquela conversa leviana durante a cirurgia é irritante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/THHcCeR5MRI/AAAAAAAAGso/AWjZeHa7slU/s1600/DSC01960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/THHcCeR5MRI/AAAAAAAAGso/AWjZeHa7slU/s200/DSC01960.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas felizmente o Thomas é um garoto muito especial mesmo.&amp;nbsp; Ele cativou TODAS as enfermeiras, atendentes, auxiliares que cuidaram dele.&amp;nbsp; E recebeu tratamento VIP e muita atenção de cada uma delas.&amp;nbsp; No final da cirurgia tanto o cirurgião como a anestesista vieram me falar que ele foi a criança mais tranquila e simpática que eles já operaram.&amp;nbsp; O doutor até fez eu prometer que ele poderia jogar bastante vídeo-game no pós-operatório! Na ida para casa muitas delas até vieram se despedir nos corredores!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos em casa novamente, que alívio.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É mais fácil ser a médica.&amp;nbsp; É mais gratificante ser a mãe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/THHcVFye03I/AAAAAAAAGtM/n6Uwby9-F90/s1600/DSC01972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/THHcVFye03I/AAAAAAAAGtM/n6Uwby9-F90/s200/DSC01972.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7198001050758710119?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7198001050758710119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7198001050758710119' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7198001050758710119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7198001050758710119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-outro-lado.html' title='O outro lado'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/THHbvcCW-pI/AAAAAAAAGr4/uh_heV2fC6s/s72-c/DSC01944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-17246253325448371</id><published>2010-09-19T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:32:47.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manheeeee!</title><content type='html'>Pra não dizer que eu nunca ganhei nada, fui presenteada com uma bela viagem de 4 dias para um congresso em Porto Alegre, tudo pago.&amp;nbsp; Não resisti... sabe aquele ditado " de graça, vale até pegar ônibus errado"... pois é, para escapar do estresse do dia-a-dia de uma unidade de saúde meio doente, topei até um congresso de Reumatologia (os colegas reumatologistas que me desculpem aí, mas reumato é de matar...).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;O estranho não é todo papo técnico e cheio de nomes complicados (quem é que dá nome a esses remédios: abciximabe, tocilizumabe...), mas sim ficar sem as crianças.&amp;nbsp; Eu já não sei o que fazer nas horas vagas se não for arrumar alguma coisa, levar alguém no banheiro,&amp;nbsp;preparar um lanchinho... E o silêncio...uma vez acostumados com a doce melodia de brinquedos, Hi-5, chorinhos e gritos, os ouvidos enlouquecem com o silêncio de um quarto de hotel.&amp;nbsp; E foi piorando, enquanto&amp;nbsp; procurava alguma coisa para ver na&amp;nbsp;TV e instintivamernte&amp;nbsp;pensei "Ei, são sete horas, vai passar Word's World" e coloquei no Discovery Kids.... &lt;br /&gt;Espero que quando os picorruchos chegarem na idade de sair de casa (daqui muitos e muitos e muitos anos)ainda&amp;nbsp;reste alguma coisa dessa mulher que já foi&amp;nbsp;madura e interessante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-17246253325448371?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/17246253325448371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=17246253325448371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/17246253325448371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/17246253325448371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/09/manheeeee.html' title='Manheeeee!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1613850053551224845</id><published>2010-09-13T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:34:42.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake de Banana</title><content type='html'>Na volta da Serra é obrigatória a parada para comprar aquelas pencas enormes de banana à preço de banana.&amp;nbsp; Pois é, uma semana depois você se pergunta: onde é que eu estava com a cabeça, agora tenho 5 cachos de banana bem maduros e nenhum macaco para devorá-las todas antes que estraguem.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Então eu descolei essa receita de bolinhos (cupcakes para os importados) muito boa e que dá conta de 1 cacho inteiro de banana prata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meia xíc. de manteiga ou margarina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 xíc de açucar refinado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; meia xíc de açúcar mascavo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 ovos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 xíc de banana amassada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 e três quartos de xíc de farinha de trigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 c. chá de bicarbonato de sódio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 c. chá canela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 pitada de cada: gengibre em pó, noz moscada e cravo em pó (todos opcionais)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bater com a batedeira até virar um creme na ordem que aparecem na lista. Dispor às colheradas nas forminhas para cupcakes já na assadeira própria.&amp;nbsp; Assar por 15 a 20 minutos em forno médio-alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI6z4KgKnWI/AAAAAAAAG6U/0Uk9rr2sDuQ/s1600/DSC02382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI6z4KgKnWI/AAAAAAAAG6U/0Uk9rr2sDuQ/s200/DSC02382.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1613850053551224845?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1613850053551224845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1613850053551224845' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1613850053551224845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1613850053551224845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupcake-de-banana.html' title='Cupcake de Banana'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI6z4KgKnWI/AAAAAAAAG6U/0Uk9rr2sDuQ/s72-c/DSC02382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-2181239847827218786</id><published>2010-09-12T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:19:29.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio sobre Vitórias-Régias</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1qAZBRqFI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/88_1lxEJNd4/s1600/DSC02281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1qAZBRqFI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/88_1lxEJNd4/s400/DSC02281.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magnífica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1sW8UNvJI/AAAAAAAAG5w/Zj4KNTmwlso/s1600/DSC02309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1sW8UNvJI/AAAAAAAAG5w/Zj4KNTmwlso/s320/DSC02309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pureza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1q9fd9EJI/AAAAAAAAG5o/8j1Ut1v6veo/s1600/DSC02286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1q9fd9EJI/AAAAAAAAG5o/8j1Ut1v6veo/s400/DSC02286.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delicadeza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1qcYg2laI/AAAAAAAAG5g/aRn61qfzkqc/s1600/DSC02287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1qcYg2laI/AAAAAAAAG5g/aRn61qfzkqc/s400/DSC02287.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflexão profunda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-2181239847827218786?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/2181239847827218786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=2181239847827218786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2181239847827218786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2181239847827218786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/09/ensaio-sobre-vitorias-regias.html' title='Ensaio sobre Vitórias-Régias'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI1qAZBRqFI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/88_1lxEJNd4/s72-c/DSC02281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5984297050266149295</id><published>2010-09-12T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T11:50:19.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em ritmo de eleições</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI0gsXIRdnI/AAAAAAAAG0E/esrIw1qx_6U/s1600/mafalda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI0gsXIRdnI/AAAAAAAAG0E/esrIw1qx_6U/s400/mafalda.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Mafalda sempre soube dizer tudo com poucos quadrinhos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-5984297050266149295?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5984297050266149295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=5984297050266149295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5984297050266149295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5984297050266149295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/09/em-ritmo-de-eleicoes.html' title='Em ritmo de eleições'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TI0gsXIRdnI/AAAAAAAAG0E/esrIw1qx_6U/s72-c/mafalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1321719652515193355</id><published>2010-09-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:52:45.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Louise completou 3 aninhos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TIbN5PSa22I/AAAAAAAAGvg/F0gL9EguDEo/s1600/Resultados+da+pesquisa+por+Anivers%C3%A1rio+Louise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TIbN5PSa22I/AAAAAAAAGvg/F0gL9EguDEo/s640/Resultados+da+pesquisa+por+Anivers%C3%A1rio+Louise.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nesta semana a Lolô completou 3 anos e festejamos no fundo do mar com a Pequena Sereia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Nós (Eu, a tia Tice, a Ana, a vovó e a Louise) fizemos quase tudo em casa, inclusive seu vestido de princesa do mar, feito com esmero pela vovó Bel.&amp;nbsp; Ela curtiu cada passo da decoração e das comidinhas: escolheu as cores da toalha e dos balões, me ajudou a cortar, medir, costurar, até aprendemos juntas a fazer peixe e polvo de balão para alegrar o salão.&amp;nbsp; A família toda se mobilizou para encontrar elementos do fundo do mar... para encontrar conchinhas fizemos um passeio até a Ilha do Mel e outro até a casa da tia Dadi.&amp;nbsp; Os cupcakes foram uma diversão à parte, assá-los, recheá-los e por fim confeitá-los com o toque final da conchinha de chocolate branco, pela tia Tice.&lt;br /&gt;Nós a amamos muito e esperamos que se lembre desses momentos por muito, muito tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-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/6011155954755259726-1321719652515193355?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1321719652515193355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1321719652515193355' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1321719652515193355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1321719652515193355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='A Louise completou 3 aninhos!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TIbN5PSa22I/AAAAAAAAGvg/F0gL9EguDEo/s72-c/Resultados+da+pesquisa+por+Anivers%C3%A1rio+Louise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7689883526161960946</id><published>2010-08-08T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:59:10.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vó Rosana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF89UK_CKoI/AAAAAAAAGfc/o-Vsq7X4oww/s1600/DSC01611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF89UK_CKoI/AAAAAAAAGfc/o-Vsq7X4oww/s320/DSC01611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF89or5osjI/AAAAAAAAGfk/UaNhoyD8bXw/s1600/DSC01609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF89or5osjI/AAAAAAAAGfk/UaNhoyD8bXw/s320/DSC01609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF896bMtdmI/AAAAAAAAGfs/kNPrGYakqOw/s1600/DSC01607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF896bMtdmI/AAAAAAAAGfs/kNPrGYakqOw/s320/DSC01607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tudo voltando à boa e velha rotina na casa da vovó.&amp;nbsp; Com alguns ajustes, tudo voltará a ser como antes.&amp;nbsp; E a vida, mais doce ainda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7689883526161960946?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7689883526161960946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7689883526161960946' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7689883526161960946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7689883526161960946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/08/vo-rosana.html' title='Vó Rosana'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF89UK_CKoI/AAAAAAAAGfc/o-Vsq7X4oww/s72-c/DSC01611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1279084323338496229</id><published>2010-08-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:20:34.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio no Parque</title><content type='html'>Eu amo parques.&amp;nbsp; Sinto não ter um pedaço de grama para deitar e rolar com as crianças em casa.&amp;nbsp; Mas, felizmente, o parque Barigui é praticamente no meu quintal, então sempre que o clima permite levamos as crianças para pisar na grama.&amp;nbsp; Sábado passado deu para passear por lá.&amp;nbsp; Nesse sábado foi assim também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF8jnyE4W8I/AAAAAAAAGcI/K0-RY5Td7hE/s1600/DSC01577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF8jnyE4W8I/AAAAAAAAGcI/K0-RY5Td7hE/s640/DSC01577.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF8j-vs_axI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/LP3ZvhB9whI/s1600/DSC01588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TF8j-vs_axI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/LP3ZvhB9whI/s320/DSC01588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Obrigada pelo apoio e orações de todos. Nossos corações hoje transbordaram com o sentimento de gratidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TFX_Zml29BI/AAAAAAAAGa0/ihobeSnX7rw/s1600/Rosana+testemunho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TFX_Zml29BI/AAAAAAAAGa0/ihobeSnX7rw/s400/Rosana+testemunho.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3342641815373648959?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3342641815373648959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3342641815373648959' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3342641815373648959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3342641815373648959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/08/rosana.html' title='Rosana'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TFX_Zml29BI/AAAAAAAAGa0/ihobeSnX7rw/s72-c/Rosana+testemunho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8243753400822745613</id><published>2010-07-14T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:42:44.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas da Noite Familiar - parte 3 ou 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TD5HTXU_4kI/AAAAAAAAGVo/Ez5mv1QxOnk/s1600/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TD5HTXU_4kI/AAAAAAAAGVo/Ez5mv1QxOnk/s320/DSC00664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493906993443758658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Louise tem o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt; da música.  Ela gosta de dançar e cantar e é reconhecidamente afinadinha.  Na última noite familiar ela pegou seu hinário de bolso (de ponta-cabeça) e começou cantar &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou um Filho de Deus&lt;/span&gt; "...mandou-me a Terra deu-me um  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bar&lt;/span&gt;...", eu só a olhava encantada com sua gracinha e quando ela percebeu que eu não estava mais &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;regendo&lt;/span&gt;, parou de cantar e disse bem séria "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vai mãe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TD5LA-ciJVI/AAAAAAAAGVw/TEQ_rwRi-vY/s1600/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TD5LA-ciJVI/AAAAAAAAGVw/TEQ_rwRi-vY/s320/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493911075573343570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já o Thomas herdou o lado Martignoni da música.  Ah! A sinceridade do menino é de encher o coração.  Em suas orações, ele tenta agradecer mesmo por tudo o que, em seu ver, é bom.  Numa noite, logo após ganhar seu primeiro video game e passar horas brincando com o papai, ele se ofereceu para fazer a oração, e cheio empolgação, disse "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;...Pai Celestial, obrigado pelos jogos do video game, e que a gente possa passar para as próximas fases sem morrer...&lt;/span&gt;" O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amém&lt;/span&gt; foi seguido de gargalhadas, que ele não entendeu a razão, afinal a sinceridade por vezes anda de mãos dadas com a ingenuidade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo essas crianças!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8243753400822745613?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8243753400822745613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8243753400822745613' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8243753400822745613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8243753400822745613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/07/perolas-da-noite-familiar-parte-3.html' title='Pérolas da Noite Familiar - parte 3 ou 4'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TD5HTXU_4kI/AAAAAAAAGVo/Ez5mv1QxOnk/s72-c/DSC00664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6515664373164994288</id><published>2010-05-31T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:01:16.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mi Buenos Aires Querida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREHCPtHII/AAAAAAAAF50/S4D6qtRM_7Y/s1600/Buenos+Aires+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREHCPtHII/AAAAAAAAF50/S4D6qtRM_7Y/s320/Buenos+Aires+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477577934441880706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREH8AswGI/AAAAAAAAF6E/T-ladYT9mZ8/s1600/Buenos+Aires+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREH8AswGI/AAAAAAAAF6E/T-ladYT9mZ8/s320/Buenos+Aires+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477577949948199010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estamos em Maio e só agora consegui sentar para escrever alguma coisa, desde a última postagem no início do ano....&lt;br /&gt;Os dias estão passando mais e mais rápido, o trabalho mais intenso e a vontade de dar uma pausa aumenta!&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana eu e o Rafael realizamos um sonho de passar uns dias em Buenos Aires, só nós dois.  Foi maravilhoso.  Prá quem está pensando em ir também, deixo umas dicas do que NÃO fazer e do que NÃO DEIXAR de fazer, segundo nossa viagem!&lt;br /&gt;1. Levar dinheiro suficiente em espécie, quase ninguém aceita reais e lá só tem Itaú, Santander e HSBC.&lt;br /&gt;2. Os Outlets não são grandes coisas, não perder muito tempo com compras neles, aproveite as lojas de rua e shoppings.&lt;br /&gt;3. Metrô (Subte) e Ônibus são MMMUUUITTOOO baratos (em média 1,20 pesos por passsagem) e rápidos e de dia não apresentam perigo algum.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bons hotéis tem desayunos caprichados, vale a pena.  E a cidade tem restaurantes maravilhosos para o jantar e o preço é tão bom quanto!&lt;br /&gt;5. O Caminito foi surpreendentemente mais interessante do que esperávamos e estava quase vazio.  Já a feira de San Telmo me pareceu na maior parte quinquilharia, mas com alguns bons artistas de rua e antiquários interessantes para os que gostam.&lt;br /&gt;6. O centro administrativo da capital Portenha é lindíssimo.  Caminhar pela Av. de Mayo é uma volta pela Europa e o frio só completou o clima.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREIcZTB0I/AAAAAAAAF6M/sQV4tdMhWEM/s1600/Buenos+Aires+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREIcZTB0I/AAAAAAAAF6M/sQV4tdMhWEM/s320/Buenos+Aires+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477577958641305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ah a comida!  Das Parrillas às medialunas com submarinos tudo é delicioso.  O bife de chorizo é o orgulho nacional e com razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TARMtRgF_kI/AAAAAAAAF9E/nhYuQmd2ik0/s1600/Buenos+Aires+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TARMtRgF_kI/AAAAAAAAF9E/nhYuQmd2ik0/s320/Buenos+Aires+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477587387465203266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tango (depois do Fútbol, é claro) é a paixão nacional e é bom conhecer alguma coisa antes de ir, para aproveitar melhor, caso contrário dá para enjôoar do acordeón em esquinas, metrôs, taxis, cafés, etc...  Pelo menos ouvir as mais famosas de Carlos Gardel para poder responder se "Te gusta..." Meu favorito é Inverno Porteño, de Astor Piazzola e o do El é um Duo de Piazzola com Villa Lobos.&lt;br /&gt;9. A feliz coincidência da nossa viagem é que chegamos lá na semana do Bicentenário da Libertação Argentina e em meio a comemorações e demonstrações de patriotismo invejáveis e nunca vistas por aqui.  E no embalo do Mundial de Futebol, todos penduraram suas bandeiras, e decoraram as casas, comércio, carros, shows, roupas de azul celeste e branco.  Até os brasileiros que lá passaram nesses dias voltaram com algo que lembrava a querida nação vizinha.&lt;br /&gt;10. Apreciar Tango é mais fácil que aprender a dança-lo.  Mas as aulas são divertidas e dá para dar umas boas risadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREI0lFYtI/AAAAAAAAF6U/9ysX6SgxHhk/s1600/Buenos+Aires+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREI0lFYtI/AAAAAAAAF6U/9ysX6SgxHhk/s320/Buenos+Aires+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477577965133193938" 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/6011155954755259726-6515664373164994288?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6515664373164994288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6515664373164994288' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6515664373164994288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6515664373164994288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/05/mi-buenos-aires-querida.html' title='&quot;Mi Buenos Aires Querida&quot;'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/TAREHCPtHII/AAAAAAAAF50/S4D6qtRM_7Y/s72-c/Buenos+Aires+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1273117426307694573</id><published>2010-01-27T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:17:44.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sei que meu Salvador Vive"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/S2DFZ-Wht_I/AAAAAAAAFnE/XUS8GU1HyKc/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431558200633702386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/S2DFZ-Wht_I/AAAAAAAAFnE/XUS8GU1HyKc/s320/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Ano começou e um grande, animado e inesperado projeto surgiu na lista de metas para 2010: trabalhar na &lt;strong&gt;Primária&lt;/strong&gt; da nossa ala. O frio na barriga já passou, e agora estou tentando lembrar como era quando servi neste chamado antes do Thomas nascer.... certamente eu tinha mais tempo livre, mas bem menos experiência prática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Thomas me ajuda durante o Tempo de Música: "Mamãe, você tem que falar para a gente olhar para a sua &lt;em&gt;boquinha&lt;/em&gt;, não para o seu &lt;em&gt;nariz&lt;/em&gt;"...imagino (espero) que ele esteja se referindo à alguma técnica usada nos ensaios do ano passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Louise mostrou a todos como se faz oração, sem vergonha ou hesitação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um garotinho com TDAH (Hiperatividade) nos surpreendeu ao adivinhar um hino após ouvir apenas 2 notas, "Com amor, com fervor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tema deste ano é "Sei que Meu Salvador Vive" . Tenho o pressentimento que será um ano maravilhoso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. link para as músicas deste ano, para quem se interessar: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lds.org/pa/display/0,17884,4800-1,00.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1273117426307694573?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1273117426307694573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1273117426307694573' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1273117426307694573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1273117426307694573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2010/01/sei-que-meu-salvador-vive.html' title='&quot;Sei que meu Salvador Vive&quot;'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/S2DFZ-Wht_I/AAAAAAAAFnE/XUS8GU1HyKc/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6813001593001813557</id><published>2009-11-22T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:56:40.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitura das Escrituras em família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPy-W8xII/AAAAAAAAFW0/nwRTVucFm2s/s1600/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407292408507188354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPy-W8xII/AAAAAAAAFW0/nwRTVucFm2s/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPygwjeWI/AAAAAAAAFWs/4HlUfLzT4Nw/s1600/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407292400561518946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPygwjeWI/AAAAAAAAFWs/4HlUfLzT4Nw/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPyew8xYI/AAAAAAAAFWk/xlGoXzIVsoU/s1600/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407292400026305922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPyew8xYI/AAAAAAAAFWk/xlGoXzIVsoU/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPyKZa0QI/AAAAAAAAFWc/KbC4QL-tNUY/s1600/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407292394558902530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPyKZa0QI/AAAAAAAAFWc/KbC4QL-tNUY/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqNxNtplQI/AAAAAAAAFWU/Z9DxUd1XCNc/s1600/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407290179245937922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqNxNtplQI/AAAAAAAAFWU/Z9DxUd1XCNc/s400/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finalmente estamos conseguindo ler as escrituras regularmente com as crianças. E elas estão gostando mesmo. Ultimamente quem cobra a leitura antes de dormir é o Thomas. E apesar de não entender muito bem, eles percebem que é algo muito especial, por que o papai e a mamãe param tudo e sentam com eles só para fazer isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logo nos primeiros dias algumas das reações deles foram inusitadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na parte em que Néfi diz ..."fiz um registro na língua de meu pai"... ele caiu na gargalhada por que entendeu que &lt;em&gt;literalmente&lt;/em&gt; Néfi tinha escrito na língua do pai dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós lemos um ou dois versículos e na vez deles lemos trecho por trecho e eles repetem. A Louise gosta muito de repetir e um trecho o Rafael leu ..."de seu irmão"... e ela contrariada retrucou "não, &lt;em&gt;meu&lt;/em&gt;.", o El repetiu "...de seu irmão..." e ela mais contrariada ainda "não, é &lt;em&gt;da &lt;strong&gt;Lolô&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6813001593001813557?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6813001593001813557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6813001593001813557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6813001593001813557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6813001593001813557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/11/leitura-das-escrituras-em-familia.html' title='Leitura das Escrituras em família'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SwqPy-W8xII/AAAAAAAAFW0/nwRTVucFm2s/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rioThomas+5+anos+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7772360762028873659</id><published>2009-10-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:55:31.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tchau-tchau pepê!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396334127811426418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SuOhTFmEeHI/AAAAAAAAFVc/wmPGYTaMTLg/s400/DSC06598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SuOggDuZo0I/AAAAAAAAFVU/X_haDKCMqLY/s1600-h/DSC06597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396333251136168770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SuOggDuZo0I/AAAAAAAAFVU/X_haDKCMqLY/s400/DSC06597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessa vez acho que vai! Há meses estamos tentando tirar a chupeta da Louise. Ela já tem 2 anos e está ficando dentucinha. Mas a menina gosta de uma chupeta mesmo! Ela até faz chantagem, da beijos e faz carinha dengosa quando quer que alguém encontre a tal da chupeta. Há 1 mês, mais ou menos, o nosso cachorrinho Bono comeu a parte de silicone de uma das 2 chupetas dela. Ela ficou triste mas tinha uma step e logo esqueceu da "quebrada", como ela mesmo dizia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o Bono conseguiu surrupiar a step e deu o mesmo fim para ela. E pra completar, ela estava ainda tentando chupar o toco de silicone que sobrou, escondida, e sem querer deixou cair dentro do pinico (com xixi, claro). Foi difícil, mas ela conseguiu me contar: Bono comeu pepê, pepê quebrada no cocô (ela simplifica e chama tudo assim mesmo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante o dia ela sentiu a falta e teve alguns momentos de uma reação que chamamos de crise de abstinência, mas foi dormir com seu Au-au e uma toalhinha cheirosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Thomas, depois de uma crise de abstinência da irmã, preocupado fez uma sugestão: Que tal se a gente pedir para o Papai Noel trazer uma chupeta nova para a Lolô! Desconversamos rapidamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos ver o que acontecerá amanhã!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7772360762028873659?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7772360762028873659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7772360762028873659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7772360762028873659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7772360762028873659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/10/tchau-tchau-pepe.html' title='Tchau-tchau pepê!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SuOhTFmEeHI/AAAAAAAAFVc/wmPGYTaMTLg/s72-c/DSC06598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3716466385570408648</id><published>2009-10-24T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:31:48.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14-bis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SuObKSaDKeI/AAAAAAAAFVM/ZNeEySxifms/s1600-h/DSC06593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396327379562080738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SuObKSaDKeI/AAAAAAAAFVM/ZNeEySxifms/s400/DSC06593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje no carro, o Thomas estava pensando alto sobre o "14-Bis". Daí, adimirada com os novos conhecimentos do garoto de 4 anos perguntei o que ele sabia sobre o 14-bis. Ele começou entusiasmado, mas logo ficou sem palavras. Depois de uma profunda reflexão ele disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ah! é um avião... a história é bem demorada e cheia de letrinhas, foi minha professora que contou lá na escola mas eu não me lembro."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora sim parece um menino de 4 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3716466385570408648?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3716466385570408648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3716466385570408648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3716466385570408648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3716466385570408648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/10/14-bis.html' title='14-bis'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SuObKSaDKeI/AAAAAAAAFVM/ZNeEySxifms/s72-c/DSC06593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-2319121398106433745</id><published>2009-09-27T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:01:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas discursa na Primária</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hoje o Thomas cumpriu com sua primeira grande designação na Primária: fazer um discurso. O tema foi "ouvir as Palavras do profeta na Conferência". Nós preparamos o discurso na noite familiar e ensaiamos juntos. Ele aprendeu bem, mas na hora ficou encabulado. Mesmo assim mostrou-se cheio de desenvoltura e simpatia. Ficamos todos orgulhosos. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112443881692258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sq2NQeIAnGI/AAAAAAAAFUM/dE2SMlL-sSQ/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio2anos+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sq2NRvUUOyI/AAAAAAAAFUc/3h8A5089K8g/s1600-h/Anivers%C3%A1rio2anos+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112465676581666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sq2NRvUUOyI/AAAAAAAAFUc/3h8A5089K8g/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio2anos+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sq2NQ7qISvI/AAAAAAAAFUU/yJiWyumRY5g/s1600-h/Anivers%C3%A1rio2anos+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112451809430258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sq2NQ7qISvI/AAAAAAAAFUU/yJiWyumRY5g/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio2anos+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381112469687898562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sq2NR-QsEcI/AAAAAAAAFUk/ivKII2gT7gQ/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio2anos+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No começo do mês nossa princesa completou 2 anos. Viva a Louise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94a63c6ea7f092de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94a63c6ea7f092de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483092%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D202346543ACDC82042F6F337B53A32A889331BAA.2A2C4A7E53D8A8F49E0EF60470AB33D5E81136F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94a63c6ea7f092de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV2B08w-tDmtLkYoqJvawxOG3jMI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94a63c6ea7f092de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483092%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D202346543ACDC82042F6F337B53A32A889331BAA.2A2C4A7E53D8A8F49E0EF60470AB33D5E81136F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94a63c6ea7f092de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV2B08w-tDmtLkYoqJvawxOG3jMI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4960950451634603530?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4960950451634603530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4960950451634603530' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4960950451634603530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4960950451634603530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/09/feliz-aniversario-lolo.html' title='Feliz Aniversário Lolô!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sq2NQeIAnGI/AAAAAAAAFUM/dE2SMlL-sSQ/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rio2anos+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7289953538270146835</id><published>2009-09-12T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:16:42.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolo de Cenoura com Cobertura de Chocolate Quente</title><content type='html'>Hoje o Thomas me pediu para fazer um bolo de cenoura &lt;em&gt;igual&lt;/em&gt; ao que ele viu na televisão "com cobertura de chocolate quente". Procurei nos meus livros de culinária e só achei uma versão &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;. Então adaptei e inventei e no final ficou "bom, muito bom, muito mais do que bom. É excelente!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 cenouras médias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 ovos caipiras (para ficar bem amarelo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/4 xíc. de óleo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suco de uma laranja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 xic. bem cheias de farinha de trigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 col. sopa bem cheias de fermento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3/4 xic de açúcar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma pitadona de sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;raspas de casca de 1 laranja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bati as cenouras que o Thomas descascou, picadas grosseiramente, com o óleo e o suco da laranja no liquidificador até formar uma massa homogênea. Acrescentamos os ovos um a um e batemos um pouco mais. Noutra tigela peneirei os secos, misturei as raspas e o Thomas me ajudou a colocar a massa de cenoura e misturamos bem. Assei em uma forma com furo no meio (igual a do Cocoricó) untada pelo Thomas em forno médio pré-aquecido, enquanto tomamos banho (uns 30 minutos). Vi que estava pronto com a técnica do palito de dente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para a tão importante cobertura de chocolate quente derreti 2 col. sopa de margarina, 1/4 xíc de açúcar, um restinho de cocolate do padre e 3 fartas colheres de achocolatado. Em uma xic de leite dissolvi 2 col. sopa de amido de milho e acrescentei na panela, mexendo até engrossar. Aproveitei uns pedaços de chocolate meio amargo picado e misturei no final até derreter bem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O difícil foi explicar para a Louise que tinha que esperar o bolo esfriar antes de cortar, porque ficou tão fofinho que teria despedaçado! Valeu turma do Cocoricó!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380755415875807394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SqxIitKJaKI/AAAAAAAAFUE/Fq5l2zTgS0k/s200/TC_TurmadoCocorico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7289953538270146835?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7289953538270146835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7289953538270146835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7289953538270146835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7289953538270146835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/09/bolo-de-cenoura-com-cobertura-de.html' title='Bolo de Cenoura com Cobertura de Chocolate Quente'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SqxIitKJaKI/AAAAAAAAFUE/Fq5l2zTgS0k/s72-c/TC_TurmadoCocorico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-774217433211708105</id><published>2009-08-20T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:04:26.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas da Louise - Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/So4ORdRPQwI/AAAAAAAAFCk/QhZu7-qZy64/s1600-h/agosto+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372247098577076994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/So4ORdRPQwI/AAAAAAAAFCk/QhZu7-qZy64/s320/agosto+2009+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejam só a minha &lt;strong&gt;neném comilona&lt;/strong&gt; e beijoqueira já tem sua própria coleção de "pérolas". Sinal de que ela está crescendo e é um furacão. Aprende tudo muito rápido e é geniosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já percebemos que a relação dela com a &lt;strong&gt;gastronomia&lt;/strong&gt; é intensa. A cozinha é seu lugar favorito na casa. Com 23 meses ela reconhece vários luminosos de restaurantes. Ontem ela fez (e comeu) seu próprio &lt;strong&gt;omelete&lt;/strong&gt; (e 20 minutos depois repetiu a receita para o papai ver, e, é claro, também comeu todinho).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela é a única criança que eu conheço que realmente come salgadinho, pipoca, bolo e docinho &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;durante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as festinhas de aniversário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filme favorito: Ratatuille&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curta animado (de terror) favorito: Presto (aquele que o mágico nega a cenoura para o coelho, ela fica desesperada toda vez. Até chora de compaixão)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Web site favorito: qualquer um que tenha foto de bolo de aniversário (&lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/"&gt;http://www.wilton.com/&lt;/a&gt; a leva ao delírio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até o Bono já tem um respeito particular por ela. Talvez por que ela sempre deixa cair alguma coisa comestível por onde passa. Ou porque é ela que introduz o cachorrinho à guloseimas proibidas (como chocolates, cenouras, maçãs, salgadinhos, biscoitos, bolachas e até cubos de caldo de carne). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em churrascarias ela sempre aceita &lt;strong&gt;todas&lt;/strong&gt; as carnes do rodízio. E as verduras do buffet, o sashimi do sushi bar e as opções do carrinho de sobremesa nem se fala... (até quantos anos que criança não paga mesmo&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Lolô é um encanto e nós a amamos muito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-571dbcbc222f0889" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D571dbcbc222f0889%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483092%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CA95EDE74CE7B13ADABE294D3E46235F609C6DC.5D9A72BD9D238E357D65286CBD3C60F165348580%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D571dbcbc222f0889%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dub8lW7gMoNHAD1oHwr_YxJgyAl4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D571dbcbc222f0889%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483092%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CA95EDE74CE7B13ADABE294D3E46235F609C6DC.5D9A72BD9D238E357D65286CBD3C60F165348580%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D571dbcbc222f0889%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dub8lW7gMoNHAD1oHwr_YxJgyAl4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-774217433211708105?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=571dbcbc222f0889&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/774217433211708105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=774217433211708105' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/774217433211708105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/774217433211708105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/08/perolas-da-louise-parte-i.html' title='Pérolas da Louise - Parte I'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/So4ORdRPQwI/AAAAAAAAFCk/QhZu7-qZy64/s72-c/agosto+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7567937644652518960</id><published>2009-08-16T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:40:17.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Família Martignoni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SoiXtQzQfJI/AAAAAAAAFCc/5QDh-Hugh2k/s1600-h/N%C3%93S%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370709359499181202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SoiXtQzQfJI/AAAAAAAAFCc/5QDh-Hugh2k/s320/N%C3%93S%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa é uma foto histórica.  Setembro de 2001. Há 8 anos éramos 5, hoje somos 11. A foto foi tirada pelo Konhad (ainda iniciando sua carreira de fotógrafo).  Semanas antes do Felipe sair para o Japão em missão, 3 meses antes do meu casamento.  Águas já rolaram e a família cresceu.  Só alegrias de lá pra cá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7567937644652518960?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7567937644652518960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7567937644652518960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7567937644652518960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7567937644652518960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/08/familia-martignoni.html' title='Família Martignoni'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SoiXtQzQfJI/AAAAAAAAFCc/5QDh-Hugh2k/s72-c/N%C3%93S%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1610061835987756054</id><published>2009-07-27T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:06:01.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias de Julho - Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah! O truque do banho de espuma nunca falha! Quando todas as outras atividades da &lt;em&gt;super colônia de férias da mamãe&lt;/em&gt; estiverem tediosas demais, essa é a minha grande jogada: perguntar com toda aquela empolgação na voz "QUEM QUER TOMAR BANHO DE ESPUMAAAAA" Geralmente seguido de um uníssono "EEEEEUUUUU!!!!" Infalível: diversão e gargalhadas garantidas por mais uns 40 minutos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5Am-wrIFI/AAAAAAAAFB8/1HiivQ9isD4/s1600-h/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363295244671197266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5Am-wrIFI/AAAAAAAAFB8/1HiivQ9isD4/s320/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5AmubCO0I/AAAAAAAAFB0/edsOuKRHIAc/s1600-h/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363295240285469506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5AmubCO0I/AAAAAAAAFB0/edsOuKRHIAc/s320/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5AmR-aGDI/AAAAAAAAFBs/LwF2_PULn2Q/s1600-h/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363295232649205810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5AmR-aGDI/AAAAAAAAFBs/LwF2_PULn2Q/s320/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5Al7LpIOI/AAAAAAAAFBk/42kRzpb9yYU/s1600-h/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363295226530701538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5Al7LpIOI/AAAAAAAAFBk/42kRzpb9yYU/s320/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5AlvSx-hI/AAAAAAAAFBc/H74tj6hcxBM/s1600-h/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363295223339416082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5AlvSx-hI/AAAAAAAAFBc/H74tj6hcxBM/s320/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1610061835987756054?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1610061835987756054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1610061835987756054' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1610061835987756054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1610061835987756054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias-de-julho-parte-2.html' title='Férias de Julho - Parte 2'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sm5Am-wrIFI/AAAAAAAAFB8/1HiivQ9isD4/s72-c/foz+do+igua%C3%A7u+093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-7912000879120375949</id><published>2009-07-19T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:12:33.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém aí disse férias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SmPgkiJBWfI/AAAAAAAAE8I/oM_OkvNwM-c/s1600-h/um+s%C3%A1bado+perfeito+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360374899745577458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SmPgkiJBWfI/AAAAAAAAE8I/oM_OkvNwM-c/s400/um+s%C3%A1bado+perfeito+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada de férias para mim! Férias de julho para quem tem filhos pequenos em casa, pode ser exatamente o contrário de descanso... Mesmo trabalhando em horário normal (fora os plantões) algumas de nós tentamos criar um &lt;strong&gt;clima de férias&lt;/strong&gt; para a turminha.&lt;br /&gt;Passeios, parques, sorvete, museu, pintura à dedo, massinha, teatrinho, piquenique. Haja energia e criatividade para manter os baixinhos ocupados! Assim que o ritmo voltar ao normal por aqui, prometo que volto a publicar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-7912000879120375949?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/7912000879120375949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=7912000879120375949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7912000879120375949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/7912000879120375949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguem-ai-disse-ferias.html' title='Alguém aí disse férias?'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SmPgkiJBWfI/AAAAAAAAE8I/oM_OkvNwM-c/s72-c/um+s%C3%A1bado+perfeito+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3051818394885670440</id><published>2009-06-20T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:29:47.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bono Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f546b324d546b354d513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Em cartaz" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f546b324d546b354d513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3051818394885670440?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3051818394885670440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3051818394885670440' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3051818394885670440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3051818394885670440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/06/bono-dog.html' title='Bono Dog'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6395358794636498934</id><published>2009-06-15T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:55:44.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curitibana com "C" maiúsculo!</title><content type='html'>Curitibano que se preze não pode ter medo de frio. E tem que gostar do Parque Barigui. Agora Curitibano de verdade mesmo, daquele que o "leite quente dá dor no dente da frente" gosta do Parque Barigui até num dia muito frio. Eu descobri alguns outros Curitibanos de verdade (alguns eram cariocas, venezuelanos, do interior, de outros estados...) numa gelada manhã de terça-feira e fiquei muito orgulhosa dessa "minha gente". &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem achou bom ficar debaixo das cobertas às 7 horas naquela manhã, aos 2 graus abaixo de zero, perdeu um dos dias mais lindos da estação e uma sensação de exclusividade em um espetáculo da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347733286442241986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb3FyvsD8I/AAAAAAAAE6A/PONhdHFMr2Y/s320/4399_114403058367_734148367_2735776_595483_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347732908189621714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb2vxpPHdI/AAAAAAAAE5w/x7TDS5X83QE/s320/4399_114402848367_734148367_2735771_5045384_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347732912752956642" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb6CiovlcI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/QOFDCHvOjn8/s320/n734148367_2735787_3728344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347732902404592434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb2vcF-kzI/AAAAAAAAE5g/FpZdU8O5cMs/s320/4399_114402753367_734148367_2735769_5156535_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347732903798454130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb2vhSTN3I/AAAAAAAAE5o/i4yPonmalUo/s320/4399_114402803367_734148367_2735770_3425970_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347732895746786274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb2vDSog-I/AAAAAAAAE5Y/8aSp-wIt7u8/s320/4399_114402643367_734148367_2735767_5755228_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347736538196707634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb6DEeXiTI/AAAAAAAAE7g/7Lm38hsItlA/s320/n734148367_2735805_7828901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6395358794636498934?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6395358794636498934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6395358794636498934' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6395358794636498934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6395358794636498934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/06/curitibana-com-c-maiusculo.html' title='Curitibana com &quot;C&quot; maiúsculo!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Sjb3FyvsD8I/AAAAAAAAE6A/PONhdHFMr2Y/s72-c/4399_114403058367_734148367_2735776_595483_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-6008368024681393880</id><published>2009-06-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:27:39.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem disse que esse bichinho não tem super-poderes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5467314f4445334d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: O Super-cão" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5467314f4445334d673d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;Não me canso de ver as crianças se divertindo com o cachorrinho.  Acho até que o Rafael já está com o coração amolecido...  Todos já desenvolveram tanto em táo pouco tempo que estou começando a acreditar que esse cãozinho tem mesmo poderes sobrenaturais.  Vejam a animação para concordar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5467314f4445334d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-6008368024681393880?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/6008368024681393880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=6008368024681393880' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6008368024681393880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/6008368024681393880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-disse-que-esse-bichinho-nao-tem.html' title='Quem disse que esse bichinho não tem super-poderes'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4140057295482882042</id><published>2009-06-11T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:35:26.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adivinha quem chegou para ficar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5463354e5459314d773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5463354e5459314d773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: O Filhote" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5463354e5459314d773d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Para o Thomas ele é o "Super Cão", para a Lolô ele é o "Fofinho". Eu o chamo de "Gorducho" e o Rafael ainda está na dúvida entre "Aquiles" ou "Rol-Mops". Mas o fato é que nosso filhotinho de Lhasa recém chegado é uma gracinha. Fez 1 mês esta semana e ainda mamava na mamadeira quando o trouxemos para casa. Hoje já tem os 4 caninos e come papinha (e como come!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ele tem uma máscara preta simétrica na face (que o Thomas jura que é por causa de seus Super Poderes que ele ainda não sabe que tem) o corpo bem branquinho e uma mancha preta logo acima do rabo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ele quase sempre acerta o xixi no jornal e quase nunca erra o número 2 no tapete da cozinha... mas estamos aprimorando as técnicas de adestramento. O Thomas tenta ensiná-lo a fazer truques e manobras e até agora o único super-talento dele é descer da sua caminha rolando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esses bichinhos são encantadores! Ainda bem que a maioria venceu na votação aqui em casa sobre se deveríamos ou não trazer o nosso filhote para casa! (Desculpe papai, mas a democracia é assim mesmo!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4140057295482882042?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4140057295482882042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4140057295482882042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4140057295482882042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4140057295482882042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/06/adivinha-quem-chegou-para-ficar.html' title='Adivinha quem chegou para ficar?'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-2899162389533651407</id><published>2009-05-31T14:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:13:03.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridade de filho</title><content type='html'>Outro dia eu peguei emprestado o carro da minha irmã e fui trabalhar. Eu me considero uma boa motorista, devo acrescentar. Mas os carros são diferentes e alguns atos reflexos me fazem parecer destrambelhada e insegura. &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na volta, encontrei a Tice no supermercado e juntas pegamos o Thomas na escolinha. Nesse horário de rush, a nossa garagem fica mais tumultuada que Serão Gostoso do Instituto com carros tentando entrar e sair ao mesmo tempo. A alegria dos martelinhos de ouro. Numa manobra atrapalhada coloquei o carro na seguinte situação: parada no meio da rampa, um carro entrando na direção contrária e outro tentando sair logo atrás.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas tudo sob controle já que isso é a rotina daquele horário. O Thomas muito esperto acompanhando cada manobra da mamãe no carro da titia e sem ver uma saída para aquele labirinto logo concluiu em alto e bom tom: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                                                                  "AI NÃO! NÓS VAMOS TODOS MORRER!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342114237125872034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s200/DSC06000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-2899162389533651407?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/2899162389533651407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=2899162389533651407' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2899162389533651407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2899162389533651407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/05/sinceridade-de-filho.html' title='Sinceridade de filho'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SiMAmE1xyaI/AAAAAAAAE0M/DmicMTrPbmw/s72-c/DSC06000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-873935604442588406</id><published>2009-05-31T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:56:40.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sempre Primas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5459784d54457a4f513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Forever cousins" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5459784d54457a4f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-873935604442588406?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/873935604442588406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=873935604442588406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/873935604442588406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/873935604442588406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-sempre-primas.html' title='Para Sempre Primas'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-292776936102821006</id><published>2009-05-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:24:36.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas em "Meus primeiros lambaris"</title><content type='html'>No final de semana da páscoa, o Thomas pescou seus primeiros lambaris sem ajuda.  Ele os batizou de Felipe e João, em uma homenagem a seus colegas de turma. Vejam algumas fotos dessa memorável data na vida de um Rebicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5455314d6a63314d773d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: Nossa Vila Palmira" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5455314d6a63314d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox photobook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-292776936102821006?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/292776936102821006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=292776936102821006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/292776936102821006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/292776936102821006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/05/thomas-em-meus-primeiros-lambaris.html' title='Thomas em &quot;Meus primeiros lambaris&quot;'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-726569380044115302</id><published>2009-04-28T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:03:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vênus e Marte em uma casca de nóz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Thomas fez um lindo desenho outro dia, e me entregou dizendo: "Sabe mãe, eu desenhei isso para você por que são coisas de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulher&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Mulheres&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;gostam de borboletas, flores, corações e coisas assim."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329912069356096466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SfemyboJi9I/AAAAAAAAEz0/2EWGdDoa--I/s200/coisas+de+mulher+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu olhei o desenho e grudei na porta da geladeira, junto com alguns outros do gênero que eu amo. Daí virei para ele e perguntei: "Filho, e do que vocês &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gostam?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem titubear ele respondeu: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gostam de qualquer coisa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já dá para dar um título em sociologia para o garoto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329912073007963666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SfemypO0nhI/AAAAAAAAEz8/9aN5w2jnYiQ/s200/vila+palmira+e+outras+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-726569380044115302?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/726569380044115302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=726569380044115302' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/726569380044115302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/726569380044115302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/04/venus-e-marte-em-uma-casca-de-noz.html' title='Vênus e Marte em uma casca de nóz'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SfemyboJi9I/AAAAAAAAEz0/2EWGdDoa--I/s72-c/coisas+de+mulher+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-325136825844747573</id><published>2009-04-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:42:18.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você é sustentável?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SfeiYjrk_5I/AAAAAAAAEzs/oJqaNz8zFo8/s1600-h/earth-335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907226794852242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SfeiYjrk_5I/AAAAAAAAEzs/oJqaNz8zFo8/s320/earth-335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem calculei meu consumo de água em um ano e sabe quanto deu? Uma modesta piscina de 1600 metros cúbicos. Não faz idéia se isso é bom ou ruim? Pois é, nem eu. Até continuar minha pesquisa e descobrir que se todos consumissem como eu o planeta estaria em sérios apuros. Então estou repensando minha sustentabilidade (a palavra mais &lt;em&gt;in voga&lt;/em&gt; no momento) e economizando nosso bem natural mais precioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calcule você também seu consumo. Faz bem saber!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waterfootprint.org/"&gt;http://www.waterfootprint.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-325136825844747573?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/325136825844747573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=325136825844747573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/325136825844747573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/325136825844747573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/04/voce-e-sustentavel.html' title='Você é sustentável?'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SfeiYjrk_5I/AAAAAAAAEzs/oJqaNz8zFo8/s72-c/earth-335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4507088228167379650</id><published>2009-04-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:31:58.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi e sashimi em família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SdPlK3oUkuI/AAAAAAAAEzk/Xojs_RrSvuQ/s1600-h/sushi_japan_plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847559749210850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SdPlK3oUkuI/AAAAAAAAEzk/Xojs_RrSvuQ/s320/sushi_japan_plate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que vou escrever um artigo para a revista Pais &amp;amp; Filhos: "Restaurantes onde não levar seus filhos pequenos para jantar". É claro que uma extensa pesquisa de campo será necessária para fundamentar bem nossas teses. Com a escassez de babás na praça (deve ser a crise...) e cansados de se revezar para fazer programas sociais, ontem levamos as crianças junto. Ganhamos um cupom de desconto para usar em um restaurante japonês do bairro e não víamos a hora de usá-lo. Então gel no cabelo do Thomas, vestidinho na Lolô (pensamos que se eles estivessem bonitinhos as pessoas não se importariam tanto com a bagunça e o barulho) e lá foi a família firinfinfin comer de palitinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentamos em uma mesa grande tipo tatame e antes que a garçonete chegasse, já havia hashis espalhados por todo lado. "O segredo é levar na esportiva!" disse uma mãe que se enterneceu com a cena. 'Acho que um barco de sushi iria chamar a atenção deles', pensei. 'Mas a Louise come comida de verdade, então também vamos pedir um peixe com shitake'. Um detalhe no cardápio me preocupou, no rodapé dizia: &lt;em&gt;'Os pratos demoram 45 minutos'&lt;/em&gt; (imagine só quanta destruição meus filhos podem fazer em 45 minutos esperando com fome!). As crianças é claro que não esperaram... logo escaparam e se serviram do prato das crianças da mesa ao lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para a sorte do dono (ou especialmente no nosso caso) os pratos chegaram em seguida e os fominhas se sentaram com seus hashis. Aqui vai outra dica: não pedir pratos que venham decorados com chamas incandescentes - o efeito é incrível - para sua filha de 19 meses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Thomas logo surpreendeu comendo sushi e sashimi com gosto. A Louise fez uma cara tipo 'Ô mãe, cadê o feijão?' e se contentou com o gohan (arroz japonês) e peixe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei em reeditar aquela expressão para 'Não adianta chorar sobre o shoyu derramado', muito mais profunda e permanente (a OMO que o diga).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almofadas espalhadas, brócolis pelo chão, bolinhas de papel alumínio esparramadas pelo corredor, barrigas cheias, tudo na mais perfeita harmonia familiar. Deixamos a bagunça para traz felizes e fomos para casa. Valeu à pena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4507088228167379650?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4507088228167379650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4507088228167379650' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4507088228167379650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4507088228167379650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/04/sushi-e-sashimi-em-familia.html' title='Sushi e sashimi em família'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SdPlK3oUkuI/AAAAAAAAEzk/Xojs_RrSvuQ/s72-c/sushi_japan_plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5657486525827610640</id><published>2009-03-26T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:39:19.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corredores de primeira viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tempos eu tinha "correr uma prova de 10 km" na minha lista de metas para o novo ano. Mas nunca saiu disso, até o final do ano passado, quando eu descobri uma prova oficial que seria realizada em um sábado (todas as outras são aos domingos). Então eu e o Rafael nos inscrevemos e começamos a treinar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A prova tinha na verdade 11 km (mas só descobri isso no meio do caminho) e mais de 2500 atletas. Nem eu nem o El havíamos corrido essa distância antes... mas estávamos animados! Resultado: fiquei em 54a. colocação para mulheres na minha faixa etária, terminei a prova em 72 minutos e senti o indescritível gostinho de meta cumprida. O Rafael, que me apoiou o percurso todo, cruzou a linha de chegada ao meu lado. Vejam algumas fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317675608793762562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/ScwtyrzpSwI/AAAAAAAAEzE/BAw6kPo8QfA/s320/10km-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317675607438569730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/ScwtymwisQI/AAAAAAAAEzM/9_IgG2JOYVE/s320/primeira+corrida+chegada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317675610002540338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/ScwtywT1xzI/AAAAAAAAEzU/vtOhUDwC0Wg/s320/torcida2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317675610640208018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/Scwtyyr30JI/AAAAAAAAEzc/oHFAHacC5Ro/s320/torcida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-5657486525827610640?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5657486525827610640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=5657486525827610640' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5657486525827610640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5657486525827610640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/03/corredores-de-primeira-viagem.html' title='Corredores de primeira viagem'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/ScwtyrzpSwI/AAAAAAAAEzE/BAw6kPo8QfA/s72-c/10km-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4950349740447376589</id><published>2009-02-02T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:46:59.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecoturismo, dia 3 - Nobres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5vm8UGcI/AAAAAAAAEt4/IluwZGpxe3Q/s1600-h/DSC05645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266976694835650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5vm8UGcI/AAAAAAAAEt4/IluwZGpxe3Q/s200/DSC05645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No último dia em Mato Grosso nós decidimos ir mergulhar nas &lt;strong&gt;cristalinas águas&lt;/strong&gt; na região de &lt;strong&gt;Nobres&lt;/strong&gt;, ao norte de Cuiabá. Partimos as 5:30h da manhã com nosso equipamento de mergulho e uns mapas. Pelos primeiros 100km a estrada era asfaltada e bem sinalizada. Logo que raiou o sol, já estávamos no que deveria ser a metade do caminho, em uma &lt;strong&gt;estrada de terra&lt;/strong&gt; sinuosa e mal sinalizada. Descobrimos com o pessoal local que perdemos um desvio à esquerda muitos quilômetros antes que não constava em nenhum dos nossos 3 mapas e não tinha placa indicando o caminho. Portanto o melhor era seguir adiante mais 55km de chão até a cidade mais próxima e se informar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5v0A03qI/AAAAAAAAEuA/0-hm1ti6lxA/s1600-h/DSC05683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266980203421346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5v0A03qI/AAAAAAAAEuA/0-hm1ti6lxA/s200/DSC05683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uns 90km e quatro horas depois encontramos a fazenda onde fica a &lt;strong&gt;Lagoa Encantada&lt;/strong&gt;, a nascente de um pequeno rio, chamado Salobra, com solo calcário e cuja água tem uma visibilidade de mais de 50 metros e é riquíssimo em vida aquática. A água brota de rochas na margem e no fundo do lago. Assim que vimos o lugar nossa indignação com a falta de estrutura de apoio turístico se desmanchou e mergulhamos num mundo surreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5wheLfEI/AAAAAAAAEuY/GJGhDFKphZ8/s1600-h/DSC05667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266992406133826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5wheLfEI/AAAAAAAAEuY/GJGhDFKphZ8/s200/DSC05667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;luz do sol&lt;/strong&gt; e a vegetação tornam a cor da água num &lt;strong&gt;tom de azul&lt;/strong&gt; que lembra uma jóia delicada. As &lt;strong&gt;peraputangas&lt;/strong&gt;, os &lt;strong&gt;dourados&lt;/strong&gt; e os outros peixes nadam em movimentos sincronizados como os de um balé, indiferentes à nossa presença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5wI1ocKI/AAAAAAAAEuI/2YJgjnDS1dw/s1600-h/DSC05654.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os turistas são aconselhados a minimizar sua presença não pisando no fundo da la&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5wI1ocKI/AAAAAAAAEuI/2YJgjnDS1dw/s1600-h/DSC05654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266985793613986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5wI1ocKI/AAAAAAAAEuI/2YJgjnDS1dw/s200/DSC05654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goa nem falando alto. A pesca é terminantemente proibida, assim como alimentar os peixes ou qualquer intervenção na estrutura do local. Isso tudo traz um certo ar de &lt;strong&gt;local sagrado&lt;/strong&gt;, um templo para aquelas belas formas de vida. Como em todos os locais realmente sagrados, máquinas fotográficas não são preparadas para capturar toda beleza do momento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descemos o rio levados pela suave &lt;strong&gt;correnteza&lt;/strong&gt; em silêncio, apenas contemplando 360° de vida intocada pelo homem. A flutuação deve ter levado uns 30 minutos, mas pareceu uma noite inteira de &lt;strong&gt;sonho&lt;/strong&gt;. Vimos raias, caramujos, lindas algas e cardumes de todas as cores e formas.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5wT1kseI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/bv4pqzh4ULk/s1600-h/DSC05670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266988746158562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5wT1kseI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/bv4pqzh4ULk/s200/DSC05670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acima da superfície os bugios reinavam absolutos, roncando e grunindo, fazendo uma festa. Abaixo, apenas os sons e ecos das bolhas de ar e movimento da água. Nunca imaginei que abaixo da água poderia ser mais bonito que a paisagem acima dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como tínhamos nossos vôos para pegar e o caminho de volta era incerto, decidimos pular o almoço e retornar para Cuiabá com uma boa folga no horário. Fecho os olhos e tento escutar o silêncio do fundo daquele mundo surreal da Lagoa Encantada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4950349740447376589?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4950349740447376589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4950349740447376589' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4950349740447376589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4950349740447376589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/02/ecoturismo-dia-3-nobres.html' title='Ecoturismo, dia 3 - Nobres'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYc5vm8UGcI/AAAAAAAAEt4/IluwZGpxe3Q/s72-c/DSC05645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3733231689330308555</id><published>2009-02-02T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:36:32.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecoturismo, dia 2 - Pantanal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPuLJd9SI/AAAAAAAAEs4/y9qr5ChTSRM/s1600-h/DSC05531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298220772565579042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPuLJd9SI/AAAAAAAAEs4/y9qr5ChTSRM/s200/DSC05531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De certa forma esse é o sonho de todo dono de jipe - percorrer a rodovia &lt;strong&gt;Transpantaneira&lt;/strong&gt; de Poconé a Porto Jofre. Como não queríamos destruir o gol que nossos amigos nos emprestaram em buracos e muita lama, fizemos apenas a primeira parte da viagem (aquela na qual a estrada e as pontes estão em melhor estado de conservação).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saímos de &lt;strong&gt;Cuiabá&lt;/strong&gt; ainda noite para ver o sol nascer no &lt;strong&gt;Pantanal&lt;/strong&gt;. E realmente o alvorecer é a melhor parte do dia, já que os milhares de pássaros da região cantam à plenos pulmões por horas e depois se escondem do calor e dos predadores. Será que veremos uma &lt;strong&gt;onça pintada&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de disputar corrida com um bando de &lt;strong&gt;emas&lt;/strong&gt; e encarar um grande&lt;strong&gt; jacaré-de-papo-amarelo&lt;/strong&gt; frente-a-frente paramos na &lt;strong&gt;Pousada das Araras Azuis&lt;/strong&gt;, que ganhou esse nome por ter sido eleita por uma família de araras-azuis como seu refúgio para procriar. Fato de destaque já que tais lindas aves estão em grande ameaça de extinção. E ali elas fizeram ninho e passeiam à vontade. Além de outras incontáveis espécies de pássaros e répteis, ali é o refúgio também de muitas &lt;strong&gt;capivaras&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;bugios&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcpSnEXkGI/AAAAAAAAEto/WnU5rFrKIN8/s1600-h/DSC05630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298248886326366306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcpSnEXkGI/AAAAAAAAEto/WnU5rFrKIN8/s200/DSC05630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa mesma pousada vive um &lt;strong&gt;senhor jacaré&lt;/strong&gt; chamado &lt;strong&gt;Zico&lt;/strong&gt;, que se acostumou com as pessoas. O Zico e seus colegas se alimentam das capivaras e outros animais que passam desatentos pela beira do alagado. Um dos pantaneiros funcionários da pousada foi quem batizou o bicho, ainda quando ele era filhote, ao chamá-lo na beira do alagado: Zico, zico, zico! E ele sempre chega. Hoje no Pantanal todo jacaré atende por &lt;strong&gt;Zico&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPuWr5XXI/AAAAAAAAEtA/FsPgfcVNzMA/s1600-h/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298220775662771570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPuWr5XXI/AAAAAAAAEtA/FsPgfcVNzMA/s200/DSC05550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seguimos uma trilha suspensa até a &lt;strong&gt;Torre do Bugio&lt;/strong&gt; onde esses simpáticos simeanos nos receberam com muito interesse (na nossa comida, é claro: goiabas e água mineral). Êta bicho engraçadinho... eu sempre tenho a impressão que eles me lembram alguém que eu conheço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPxGR7RRI/AAAAAAAAEtY/qfB4PgAJjUQ/s1600-h/DSC05587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298220822798484754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPxGR7RRI/AAAAAAAAEtY/qfB4PgAJjUQ/s200/DSC05587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois seguimos até a beira de um &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coricho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (ou seria &lt;em&gt;corixo&lt;/em&gt;) e o pantaneiro, seu Rodolfo, remou o barquinho até o Rio Claro (que era bem escuro). Tentamos pescar, mas foi o dia do peixe e as &lt;strong&gt;piranhas&lt;/strong&gt; se deliciaram com nossas iscas. O jacaré nem nos deu bola, atravessou o rio apenas com os olhos para fora d'água. Só as curiosas e atrevidas &lt;strong&gt;ariranhas&lt;/strong&gt; se interessaram por nós, mas como não tínhamos nenhum peixe elas logo nos deixaram à sos com os pássaros e &lt;strong&gt;milhares de mosquitos&lt;/strong&gt;. Muitas picadas depois, voltamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPuui4nVI/AAAAAAAAEtI/GzafETNRnGc/s1600-h/DSC05581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298220782067424594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPuui4nVI/AAAAAAAAEtI/GzafETNRnGc/s200/DSC05581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi então que nós o vimos: o &lt;strong&gt;Tuiuiu&lt;/strong&gt;. Que ave fantástica! É como uma garça, só que com o bico, a cabeça e o pescoço pretos, uma farta plumagem feito gola bem vermelha e o resto do corpo e asas brancos. Mas o que faz desse pássaro incrível é que ele tem 1,5 metros de altura e até 2m de envergadura com as asas abertas e voa muito alto! Não é à toa que foi eleito &lt;strong&gt;ave símbolo do Pantanal&lt;/strong&gt;. Seu ninho é construído no topo da árvore mais alta que ele encontrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcpSUjlysI/AAAAAAAAEtg/kF2GgMryG_I/s1600-h/DSC05611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298248881357048514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcpSUjlysI/AAAAAAAAEtg/kF2GgMryG_I/s200/DSC05611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois fomos conhecer o interior da região à &lt;strong&gt;cavalo&lt;/strong&gt;. Imaginem que a água batia no peito dos cavalos. Vimos &lt;strong&gt;veados do campo&lt;/strong&gt;, muitos pássaros e outro belo tuiuiu, mas nada da onça pintada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcpSzWNyPI/AAAAAAAAEtw/h2c6RnwqLbg/s1600-h/DSC05642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298248889622448370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcpSzWNyPI/AAAAAAAAEtw/h2c6RnwqLbg/s200/DSC05642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo bem, o nosso segundo dia de Mato Grosso foi incrível e nos despedimos do Pantanal com um lindo &lt;strong&gt;pôr-do-sol&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3733231689330308555?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3733231689330308555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3733231689330308555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3733231689330308555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3733231689330308555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/02/ecoturismo-dia-2-pantanal.html' title='Ecoturismo, dia 2 - Pantanal'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYcPuLJd9SI/AAAAAAAAEs4/y9qr5ChTSRM/s72-c/DSC05531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5749174450629235326</id><published>2009-01-29T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:57:18.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecoturismo, dia 1 - Chapada dos Guimarães</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYJM1H7P02I/AAAAAAAAEZw/hLEHP4fRGRY/s1600-h/DSC05430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296880587285451618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYJM1H7P02I/AAAAAAAAEZw/hLEHP4fRGRY/s320/DSC05430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje acordamos cedo para viajar 65 km até o Parque Nacional da &lt;strong&gt;Chapada dos Guimarães&lt;/strong&gt;. Depois de um café da manhã reforçado, saímos de Cuiabá com um mapa na mão e muito pique para caminhar longas trilhas. Logo chegamos na nossa primeira parada: Portão do Inferno, mas que não tem nada a ver com o nome. É um lugar no pé da Chapada de onde se pode ouvir milhares de pássaros e ver uma linda paisagem do cerrado. Seguimos para a Cidade de Pedra, já que o Parque onde fica a cachoeira do Véu da Noiva e outras grutas está interditada por tempo indeterminado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui na Cidade de Pedra encontrei um dos meus &lt;strong&gt;lugares favoritos&lt;/strong&gt; do Brasil (dentre os que eu já conheci, lógico!). Indescritível. A vista fascinante com o eco do canto dos pássaros, o silêncio, o vento, as curiosas formações de arenito e pedra... não dá para descrever, nem capturar com a câmera fotográfica, só estando lá para &lt;strong&gt;sentir&lt;/strong&gt; aquele lugar. Após horas de comtemplação seguimos viagem, renovados, para o Morro dos Ventos, onde há um restaurante com vista panorâmica indicado por conhecidos cuiabanos. Almoçamos pratos típicos ventrecha, "costelas" de Pacu e mojica (ensopado) de Pintado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após o almoço paramos no mirante da Geodésia da América do Sul, local equidistante de todos os extremos do continente. Não conseguimos chegar a um acordo se ali estávamos mais próximo de tudo ao mesmo ou mais distante. Mesmo assim seguimos para as Grutas de Aroé Jari, mas descobrimos que o acompanhamento de um guia é obrigatório, e todos já haviam partido. Mas havia uma queda d'água muito bonita chamada Martinha logo a diante onde poderíamos nadar e tomar banho de cachoeira. Ficamos ali até começar a entardecer e então decidimos voltar para Cuiabá onde a nossa anfitriã, dona Zélia nos aguardava com um delicioso jantar. Dia maravilhoso.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296880590052277794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYJM1SO6PiI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/tPJrnLJWqWI/s320/DSC05441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-5749174450629235326?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5749174450629235326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=5749174450629235326' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5749174450629235326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5749174450629235326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/01/ecoturismo-dia-1-chapada-dos-guimaraes.html' title='Ecoturismo, dia 1 - Chapada dos Guimarães'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SYJM1H7P02I/AAAAAAAAEZw/hLEHP4fRGRY/s72-c/DSC05430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3943279686447189016</id><published>2009-01-18T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:49:00.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz MMIX!</title><content type='html'>Desejo a cada um dos meus queridos amigos que 2009 seja maravilhoso, com sonhos se tornando realidade e muitas conquistas a comemorar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3943279686447189016?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3943279686447189016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3943279686447189016' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3943279686447189016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3943279686447189016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-mmix.html' title='Feliz MMIX!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4146896358193650961</id><published>2008-12-21T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:47:37.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turismo Rural</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a49784e6a497a4d773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; 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Os benefícios a longo prazo do uso de filtro solar estão provados e comprovados pela ciência; já o resto de meus conselhos não tem outra base confiável além de minha própria experiência errante.  Mas agora eu vou compartilhar esses conselhos com vocês. &lt;br /&gt;Aproveite bem, o máximo que puder, o poder e a beleza da juventude.  Ou, então, esquece... Você nunca vai entender mesmo o poder e a beleza da juventude até que tenham se apagado.  Mas, pode crer, daqui a vinte anos, você vai evocar as suas fotos e perceber de um jeito - que você nem desconfia hoje em dia quantas tantas alternativas se lhe escancaravam à sua frente, e como você realmente tava com tudo em cima. &lt;br /&gt;Você não é tão gordo(a) quanto pensa!  Não se preocupe com o futuro.  Ou então preocupe-se, se quiser, mas saiba que pré-ocupação é tão eficaz quanto mascar chiclete para tentar resolver uma equação de álgebra.  As encrencas de verdade de sua vida tendem a vir de coisas que nunca passaram pela sua cabeça preocupada, e te pegam no ponto fraco às quatro da tarde de uma terça-feira modorrenta. &lt;br /&gt;Todo dia enfrente pelo menos uma coisa que te meta medo de verdade.  Cante.  Não seja leviano com o coração dos outros.  Não ature gente de coração leviano.  Use fio dental.  Não perca tempo com inveja.  Às vezes se está por cima,às vezes por baixo.  A peleja é longa e, no fim,é só você contra você mesmo.  Não esqueça os elogios que receber.  Esqueça as ofensas.  Se conseguir isso, me ensine.  Guarde as antigas cartas de amor.  Jogue fora os extratos bancários velhos.  Estique-se.  Não se sinta culpado por não saber o que fazer da vida.  As pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço não sabiam, aos vinte e dois, o que queriam fazer da vida.  Alguns dos quarentões mais interessantes que conheço ainda não sabem.  Tome bastante cálcio.  Seja cuidadoso com os joelhos.  Você vai sentir falta deles.  Talvez você case, talvez não.  Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.  Talvez se divorcie aos quarenta, talvez dance ciranda em suas bodas de diamante.  Faça o que fizer, não se auto-congratule demais, nem seja severo demais com você.  As suas escolhas tem sempre metade das chances de dar certo.  É assim pra todo mundo.  Desfrute de seu corpo.  Use-o de toda maneira que puder.   Mesmo.  Não tenha medo de seu corpo ou do que as outras pessoas possam achar dele.  É o mais incrível instrumento que você jamais vai possuir.  &lt;br /&gt;Dance.  Mesmo que não tenha aonde além de seu próprio quarto.  Leia as instruções, mesmo que não vá segui-las depois.  Não leia revistas de beleza.   Elas só vão fazer você se achar feio.  Dedique-se a conhecer os seus pais.  É impossível prever quando eles terão ido embora, de vez.  Seja legal com seus irmãos.   Eles são a melhor ponte com o seu passado e possivelmente quem vai sempre mesmo te apoiar no futuro.  Entenda que amigos vão e vem, mas nunca abra mão de uns poucos e bons.  Esforce-se de verdade para diminuir as distâncias geográficas e de estilos de vida, porque quanto mais velho você ficar, mais você vai precisar das pessoas que conheceu quando jovem.  More uma vez em Nova York, mas vá embora antes de endurecer.  More uma vez no Havaí, mas se mande antes de amolecer. &lt;br /&gt;Viaje.  Aceite certas verdades inescapáveis:  Os preços vão subir.   Os políticos vão saracotear.  Você, também, vai envelhecer.  E quando isso acontecer, você vai fantasiar que quando era jovem, os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eram decentes, e as crianças, respeitavam os mais velhos.  Respeite os mais velhos.  E não espere que ninguém segure a sua barra.  Talvez você arrume uma boa aposentadoria privada.  Talvez case com um bom partido.  Mas não esqueça que um dos dois pode de repente acabar.  Não mexa demais nos cabelos senão quando você chegar aos quarenta vai aparentar oitenta e cinco. &lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os conselhos que comprar, mas seja paciente com aqueles que os oferecem.  Conselho é uma forma de nostalgia.  Compartilhar conselhos é um jeito de pescar o passado do lixo, esfregá-lo, repintar as partes feias e reciclar tudo por mais do que vale.  Mas no filtro solar, acredite!&lt;br /&gt;(por Pedro Bial)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-285429733649269377?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/285429733649269377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=285429733649269377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/285429733649269377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/285429733649269377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/12/bons-conselhos-para-2009-e-2010-2011.html' title='Bons conselhos para 2009 (e 2010, 2011, 2012...)'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8610268229823544734</id><published>2008-12-19T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:22:27.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E viva os noivos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SUw570Q5mxI/AAAAAAAAEDM/bLcuoSX9RGU/s1600-h/casamentoCris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281660162803342098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SUw570Q5mxI/AAAAAAAAEDM/bLcuoSX9RGU/s320/casamentoCris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SUw50ZLDkQI/AAAAAAAAEDE/gnJzDmaMM6w/s1600-h/casamento+Cris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281660035271987458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SUw50ZLDkQI/AAAAAAAAEDE/gnJzDmaMM6w/s320/casamento+Cris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A minha prima Cris casou no final de semana passado!  Ela e o Bernardo namoraram por uns 7 anos, e estão bem felizes!  E nós também!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns para essas duas pessoas maravilhosas que uniram seus caminhos! Que encontrem a felicidade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8610268229823544734?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8610268229823544734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8610268229823544734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8610268229823544734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8610268229823544734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-viva-os-noivos.html' title='E viva os noivos!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SUw570Q5mxI/AAAAAAAAEDM/bLcuoSX9RGU/s72-c/casamentoCris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3838864578952709690</id><published>2008-12-12T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:19:46.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coma comida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;E não aqueles produtos industrializados e modificados para lembrar alguma comida. Pense no miojo, na margarina, na salsicha, no tampico, no queijo processado, no chickenitos. Esses alimentos nos lembram de algumas comidas, mas na realidade são versões trites e empobrecidas dos alimentos originais. Nesse interessante livro que estou lendo sobre alimentação, encontrei sugestões inspiradoras:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Não coma nada que sua avó não reconheceria como comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Evite comida contendo ingredientes cujos nomes você não possa pronunciar. (&lt;i&gt;tipo "dióxido de titânio" que eu encontrei na minha barrinha de cereal outro dia&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Não coma nada que não possa um dia apodrecer. (&lt;i&gt;essa é fácil, todos sabem que a margarina nunca apodrece&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Evite produtos alimentícios que aleguem vantagens para sua saúde. (&lt;i&gt;já existe o novo salgadinho para crianças - assado, integral, menos sal, menos gordura.... mas no fundo continua uma bela porcaria desnecessária&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Dispense os corredores centrais do supermercado e prefira comprar nas prateleiras periféricas. (&lt;i&gt;onde geralmente estão os produtos frescos, carnes, frutas e verduras&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Melhor ainda: compre comida em outros lugares, como feiras livres ou mercadinhos hortifrútis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Pague mais, coma menos. (&lt;i&gt;Qualidade, não quantidade&lt;/i&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Coma uma variedade maior de alimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Prefira produtos provenientes de animais que pastam. (&lt;i&gt;Acho que o que ele quis dizer com isso são os animais que não são alimentados apenas com ração, mas que comem aquilo que naturalmente deveriam comer&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Cozinhe, e se possível, plante alguns itens do seu cardápio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Prepare suas refeições e coma apenas à mesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Coma com ponderação, acompanhado, quando possível, e sempre com prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe algumas resoluções de ano novo, né? &lt;i&gt;Bon appetit&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279078662902461442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SUMOEvulNAI/AAAAAAAAECc/5m1ECr07IGA/s320/piramidenova.jpg" style="display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3838864578952709690?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3838864578952709690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3838864578952709690' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3838864578952709690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3838864578952709690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/12/coma-comida.html' title='Coma comida!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SUMOEvulNAI/AAAAAAAAECc/5m1ECr07IGA/s72-c/piramidenova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8198454842831457259</id><published>2008-12-12T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:47:55.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais pérolas do Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bedtime&lt;/em&gt; story&lt;br /&gt;papai - Thomas agora é a última vez, vou contar uma história daí você dorme...Era uma uma vez um gato chinês, quer que eu conte outra vez?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - Sim!&lt;br /&gt;papai - Era uma vez um gato chinês, quer que eu conte outra vez?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas confuso, mas sonolento - Sim.&lt;br /&gt;papai - Era uma vez um gato chinês, quer que eu conte outra vez?&lt;br /&gt;...e assim foi até ele cair no sono.&lt;br /&gt;Na noite seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - papai eu quero contar uma história! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; uma vez um gato&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;japonês&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, quer que eu conte &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra &lt;em&gt;bedtime&lt;/em&gt; boa&lt;br /&gt;papai - Tá bom, Thomas, agora é hora de ficar bem quietinho e dormir. Vamos brincar de vaca amarela. Vaca amarela fez pum na panela.....&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente 60 segundos de silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - Agora é minha vez. Vamos brincar de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;galinha vermelha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galinha vermelha fez pum na banheira&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futuro engenheiro (de alimentos)&lt;br /&gt;Na casa da vovó, encontrou duas ampulhetas (o vovô Waldir sempre tem ampulhetas em algum lugar do seu escritório, desde que me lembro) e começou a virá-las e explorá-las. Ficou um bom tempo observando a areia cair em cada uma delas. Então eu perguntei: Thomas o que você tem aí? Ele sorriu e me disse confiante: É uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;corrida de farofa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8198454842831457259?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8198454842831457259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8198454842831457259' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8198454842831457259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8198454842831457259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-prolas-do-thomas.html' title='Mais pérolas do Thomas'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8762666510982178444</id><published>2008-12-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:46:34.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaração de Amizade (escrita por Paula Gomes Hammer Nielsen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Declaração de amizade, admiração e do mais puro amor de amiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que dizer??? Como dizer??? Quando dizer???... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perguntas que não quiseram calar-se em meu coração ( é coração sim e não em minha cabeça... porque sempre que penso em pensar nessa minha querida amiga é meu coração que entra em cena e "pensa" por meu cérebro) nos mais variados momentos e situações desde que fiquei sabendo que uma das pessoas mais maravilhosas que já conheci, e que vive a vida como um lindo, harmonioso, alegre, radiante e amorosamente enfeitado scrapbook, passou por uma fase em que os incrivelmente belos e coloridos tons de seu scrapbook foram substituídos por enfadonhos e entristecidos tons de "cinza dia nublado" e "preto escuridão sem graça". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembro-me como ontem do exato dia em que por telefone pude sentir que aquela bela e irradiante amiga, que iluminava todo o ambiente com seu sorriso, encontrava-se em um momento tempestuoso de sua vida... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era como se eu pudesse mais do que ver seu semblante descaído, eu sentia realmente seu coração espremidinho dentro do meu peito. Acho que a palavra tempestuoso descreve muito bem aquele período. Para mim era como se aquele mil-cores scrapbook, tão cheio de flores como a praça da tulipa em Amsterdã, tivesse sido envolvido por uma pesada e sombria nuvem preta. A partir daquele momento passei horas pensando e orando para poder ajudar minha querida amiga a reencontrar sua caixinha de fitas, laços e crayon para que seu scrapbook da vida voltasse a encher nossos olhos de beleza e nossa alma de alegria. Sentei-me várias vezes diante do papel e caneta pronta para então finalmente “ajudar minha amada amiga”... “Que pretensão” pensava logo em seguida... A 10 mil km de distância a impossibilidade de dar-lhe um abraço me desanimava, e então achava que palavras num papel não seriam suficientes nem úteis naquele momento... Eu baixava então minha cabeça e orava por ela... Daí então, com o coração esperançoso e aliviado em saber que Nosso Amoroso Pai Celestial lhe daria a força, a sabedoria e o consolo necessários para enfrentar aquela fase, eu deixava a caneta e o papel de lado mais uma vez... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora talvez me envergonhe por não ter mandado a tão pensada e repensada carta, mas ao mesmo tempo tenho a mais firme e feliz convicção de que fiz o melhor que pude – aliás o melhor que qualquer ser humano pode fazer em momentos difíceis – recorri ao Único e Verdadeiro solucionador de problemas do Universo: Deus! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje já lhe dei aquele tão esperado abraço e encontrei no fundinho dos seus olhos aquele brilho que me deu a certeza de que seu scrapbook voltará a ser ainda mais bonito e harmonioso para a alegria de todos nós que tanto a amamos!!! Alívio, gratidão e felicidade enchem agora meu coração quando penso em você: alívio por começar a ver florzinhas e miçangas novamente em seu scrapbook, gratidão a Deus por Ele ter cuidado de você e felicidade porque meu coração divide a felicidade do seu coração!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entitulei esse desabafo de Declaração de amizade, admiração e do mais puro amor de amiga porque é isso na verdade que eu tenho a lhe oferecer, e é o que espero poder lhe demonstrar mesmo do outro lado do oceano. Não consigo nem acreditar o quanto você realmente entendeu do que hygge significa... Mas pensando bem você é a personificação brasileira do jeito hygge de viver ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por fim, quero que saiba que o resultado da “metamorfose” deve-se muito a você: uma “borboleta-exemplo” que poliniza nossas vidas com o doce mel da alegria em meio a belos vôos com tamanha graça e leveza que inspiram força e ao mesmo tempo nos trazem paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com muito amor, de sua amiga Paula :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querida Paula, estou sem palavras (imagine isso!).  Muito Obrigada!  Conte sempre comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8762666510982178444?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8762666510982178444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8762666510982178444' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8762666510982178444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8762666510982178444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/12/declarao-de-amizade-por-paula.html' title='Declaração de Amizade (escrita por Paula Gomes Hammer Nielsen)'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-2800229920758055275</id><published>2008-11-20T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:34:59.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hygge ⁄rïga⁄ - O jeitinho dinamarquês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SSXXTj7SctI/AAAAAAAAEB0/SYrz21hpUDU/s1600-h/denmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270855669968433874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SSXXTj7SctI/AAAAAAAAEB0/SYrz21hpUDU/s320/denmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizem os dinamarqueses que além do peixe defumado o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hygge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; é o produto de maior orgulho nacional (seus olhos até brilham quando tentam nos explicar o que significa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recentemente descobri o que é na prática esse tal de jeito &lt;em&gt;hygge&lt;/em&gt; de viver que move nossos amigos nórdicos. &lt;em&gt;Hygge&lt;/em&gt; é a arte de tornar momentos simples e triviais em algo extraordinário, aconchegante, íntimo. De difícil tradução e pronúncia quase impossível, o &lt;em&gt;hygge&lt;/em&gt; é melhor compreendido quando sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe aquele jantar casual com bons amigos que ninguém sente as horas passarem, a comida parece melhor do que nunca, todos se sentem à vontade e a conversa é ótima? Isso é &lt;em&gt;hygge&lt;/em&gt;. E aquele entardecer no calçadão da praia tomando um sorvete e batendo um papo-cabeça com seu filho de 4 anos? Também é &lt;em&gt;hygge&lt;/em&gt;. Ligar o rádio pela manhã e a primeira música que toca é aquela sua favorita que te enche de ânimo pelo resto do dia? &lt;em&gt;Hygge&lt;/em&gt;. Relembrar viagens com amigos, recordar o cheiro da casa da vovó com seus primos, tomar um chocolate quente no inverno ao lado do maridão. &lt;em&gt;Hygge, hygge&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;hygge&lt;/em&gt;, respectivamente. Rir até chorar com a família toda das gafes que cada um cometeu. &lt;em&gt;Hygge&lt;/em&gt; de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É simples, genuíno e revigorante. Imprescindível para enfrentar rigorosos invernos escandinavos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos que admitir: até nós brasileiros, mestres do "saber viver", poderíamos nos valer da arte do &lt;em&gt;hygge&lt;/em&gt; da longínqua dinamarca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, quando sentir vontade de parar o tempo para aproveitar ao máximo um momento mágico, você acabou de entender o que é &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hygge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270855666719465874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SSXXTX0rIZI/AAAAAAAAEBs/DAIW9ziOyFk/s320/hygge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-2800229920758055275?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/2800229920758055275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=2800229920758055275' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2800229920758055275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/2800229920758055275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/11/hygge-rga-o-jeitinho-dinamarqus.html' title='Hygge ⁄rïga⁄ - O jeitinho dinamarquês'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SSXXTj7SctI/AAAAAAAAEB0/SYrz21hpUDU/s72-c/denmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4355571878161531575</id><published>2008-11-19T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:14:41.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Rio de Janeiro Continua Lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5455774f44497a4e773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5N-yKPiI/AAAAAAAAEBk/SFpQf_wGe78/s200/DSC05034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fora planejada com todo o cuidado para ter os mais cheirosos e deliciosos temperos: manjericão, sálvia, alecrim, tomilho, endro, hortelã e alfavaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5N8BCUEI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Yo0PJzUr5m0/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268289313216548930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5N8BCUEI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Yo0PJzUr5m0/s200/DSC05032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os pés de morango estavam florecendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5NR8t2BI/AAAAAAAAEBU/_cc3KNhblY0/s1600-h/DSC05033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268289301924141074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5NR8t2BI/AAAAAAAAEBU/_cc3KNhblY0/s200/DSC05033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E o tomate cereja era digno de um quadro de Cèzanne.  Mas havia uma certa Lagarta Branca que rondava a região.  Diziam que nenhuma planta sobrevivera ao seu ataque fulminante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5MidDktI/AAAAAAAAEBM/gOuiNcMouvs/s1600-h/DSC05035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268289289174880978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5MidDktI/AAAAAAAAEBM/gOuiNcMouvs/s200/DSC05035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma certa tarde, algo terrível aconteceu.  O vento quente do verão soprava e a terra ainda estava morna do sol da tarde, quando um gigante faminto e branco se aproximou sorrateiramente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268289288700986898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5MgsEhhI/AAAAAAAAEBE/LWWw-KIyE6Y/s200/DSC05037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Foi avassalador.  Primeiro os vermelhos, depois os amarelos e por fim os verdinhos... A Lagarta Branca atacou novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1448344544332744231?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1448344544332744231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1448344544332744231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1448344544332744231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1448344544332744231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/11/louise-em-lagarta.html' title='Louise em &quot;A lagarta branca&quot;'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SRy5N-yKPiI/AAAAAAAAEBk/SFpQf_wGe78/s72-c/DSC05034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-4558560792717068146</id><published>2008-11-13T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:15:16.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gato, gato, gato, gato" - Que saudades da Lúcia</title><content type='html'>Outro dia me recordei de uma personagem da minha adolescência na megalópole Sãomateuense com ternura.  Eu finalmente a compreendi. &lt;br /&gt;Não era fácil encontrar empregada doméstica em São Mateus, mas a mãe sempre acreditou no potencial das pessoas e dava chance para as mais interessantes moçoilas.  De longe a mais caricaturística delas foi a Lúcia: uma moça de vinte e poucos anos, que se aventurara fora do pequeno sítio onde nasceu e cresceu pela primeira vez na vida, lá em casa, na "cidade grande".  Ela descendia de Ucranianos e fora criada em uma colônia muito tradicional.  Ela era muito tímida e retraída.  Falava muito pouco e quando falava era uma mistura da estrutura gramatical do Ucraniano, sotaque caipira e um idioma que lembrava o Português.  Quando precisava saber o que fazer para o almoço dizia: "Cozinhá arôs, feixão e perogue pro almoço vou hoje" ou " Num tá a Ticinha no quarto" se a coleguinha telefonava atrás da Tice.  Cozinhava feijão, arroz e muitas variações do pierogi, todos os dias, invariavelmente. Pierogui assado, cozido, frito, de ricota, de couve, de carne moída.&lt;br /&gt;Achávamos que ela era um tipo de extraterrestre.  Morria de medo de eletro domésticos e de carros.  Andava quilômetros para não ter que atravessar uma avenida. &lt;br /&gt;Certo dia ela nos chocou. Estavamos todos assistindo ao noticiário na cozinha quando o William Bonner deu alguma notícia ruim, de um acidente grave ou algum crime, não me recordo.  A Lúcia ficou tão impressionada com tal calamidade que não aguentou, levantou correndo atravessou a cozinha, desligou a nossa televisão e foi se esconder no seu quarto com o gato, seu melhor amigo e confidente.  Nós rimos e tentamos confortá-la.  Mas não pude deixar de pensar que talvez ela realmente fosse de outro planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi a mais de uma década... (não tentem fazer as contas, por favor!)&lt;br /&gt;Pois eis que na semana passada eu dirigia para o trabalho e ouvia o noticiário no rádio, quando o jornalista anuncia uma notícia horrenda, violenta demais para aquele horário do dia.  E num reflexo eu desliguei o rádio e enxotei as cenas que se formavam na minha mente.  Senti até náuseas.  No mesmo momento me recordei do episódio da nossa Lúcia.&lt;br /&gt;Ela era mesmo uma estrangeira na nossa sociedade, e vivia mesmo em outro mundo.  Mas não era ela a anormal.  Nós é que nos tornamos insensíveis de tanto escutar barbaridades.  Eu porém, de alguma forma recuperei um pouco da minha sensibilidade pelo jeito, e daqui para frente vou tentar mantê-la intacta.  Não vai ser fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Como será que está a Lúcia hoje...tomara que já consiga atravessar a avenida e ligar o liquidificador, e que jamais perca a sua sensibilidade e pureza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-4558560792717068146?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/4558560792717068146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=4558560792717068146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4558560792717068146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/4558560792717068146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/11/gato-gato-gato-gato-que-saudades-da.html' title='&quot;Gato, gato, gato, gato&quot; - Que saudades da Lúcia'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1537794001841603057</id><published>2008-10-30T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:59:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As crianças são quem sabem melhor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SQoCXeBe7-I/AAAAAAAADaQ/KsCSHabdnPs/s1600-h/DSC04936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263021716755378146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SQoCXeBe7-I/AAAAAAAADaQ/KsCSHabdnPs/s400/DSC04936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse final de semana foi recheado &lt;strong&gt;momentos maravilhosos&lt;/strong&gt; que ficarão na minha memória e coração. As crianças estão lindas e nos fazer rir com suas&lt;strong&gt; gracinhas&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;brincadeiras&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Thomas não se cansa de soltar frases inesperadamente &lt;strong&gt;pertinentes e inteligentes&lt;/strong&gt;, nos deixando perplexos e nos fazendo chorar de tanto rir. Inesperado porque ele nos surpreende com a velocidade que cresce e aprende coisas novas. Acho que os pais as vezes não percebem que seus filhos estão crescendo, talvez por vontade de &lt;strong&gt;congelar o tempo&lt;/strong&gt; e curtir mais cada ano, mês e dia desses anjinhos que nos são confiados. Outro dia ele estava no banco de trás do carro e passamos na frente do shopping, ele disse bem rápido: &lt;strong&gt;papai, vira aqui, à direita&lt;/strong&gt; (e apontou para a &lt;em&gt;direita&lt;/em&gt;, para o shopping). Eu até hoje tenho que procurar o dedo da aliança para lembrar qual é a esquerda ou o calo para ter certeza da direita. E parece que isso vem de uma longa &lt;strong&gt;herança genética&lt;/strong&gt; recessiva (o pai e o vô Miguel também se confundem...). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao ver a Louise descobrir a&lt;strong&gt; liberdade&lt;/strong&gt; de andar sozinha e comemorar cada nova distância conquistada meus os olhos e coração transbordam. Como ela é &lt;strong&gt;adorável&lt;/strong&gt;! Meu bebê cresceu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A felicidade não vem pronta.  Ela é construída aos poucos, ao viver esses &lt;strong&gt;pequenos momentos&lt;/strong&gt; todos os dias.  É por isso que os filhos ou as crianças enriquecem tanto nossas vidas, eles a recheiam de momentos que constroem a &lt;strong&gt;felicidade&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/6011155954755259726-1537794001841603057?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1537794001841603057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1537794001841603057' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1537794001841603057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1537794001841603057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-crianas-so-quem-sabem-melhor.html' title='As crianças são quem sabem melhor!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SQoCXeBe7-I/AAAAAAAADaQ/KsCSHabdnPs/s72-c/DSC04936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-403053691647835159</id><published>2008-10-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:33:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operação Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPpT2AgxzwI/AAAAAAAADaA/VBtUmashwfg/s1600-h/mamae+malhando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607702223998722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPpT2AgxzwI/AAAAAAAADaA/VBtUmashwfg/s320/mamae+malhando.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ninguém achar que a história da academia todos os dias das 6 às 7 horas da manhã é tudo conversa fiada, aqui estão umas fotos do aulão da última quinta à noite - 2 horas de maratona sem intervalos mas com muito suor e diversão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPpT2UfvvaI/AAAAAAAADaI/vhSleUpdD6Y/s1600-h/mamae+malhando2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607707588378018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPpT2UfvvaI/AAAAAAAADaI/vhSleUpdD6Y/s320/mamae+malhando2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olha só escondida lá no fundão para disfarçar a falta de coordenação no Combat (modalidade esta que só praticarei quando obrigatória na maratona, que fique bem claro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo um recado para aqueles de nós que se recusam a sair do sofá para suar um pouquinho e mexer o esqueleto no parque, na rua, na academia, seja aonde for... no começo dói, mas depois não dá para ficar sem se exercitar e é ótimo! As endorfinas do exercício valem cada gotinha do suor no rosto! Então vamos lá! Faltam menos de 10 semanas para o verão, mexam-se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-403053691647835159?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/403053691647835159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=403053691647835159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/403053691647835159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/403053691647835159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/operao-vero.html' title='Operação Verão'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPpT2AgxzwI/AAAAAAAADaA/VBtUmashwfg/s72-c/mamae+malhando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1544586496410093770</id><published>2008-10-17T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:34:37.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman vs. Power Ranger</title><content type='html'>Desde que o Thomas começou na escolinha, o Rafael tenta ensinar o menino um dos primeiros princípios da &lt;strong&gt;sobrevivência no Jardim de Infância&lt;/strong&gt;, que é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regra número 1 - Não pode brigar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regra número 2 - Se não puder evitar a briga, não pode apanhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, o dito princípio foi recapitulado várias vezes, após cada envolvimento em luta corporal relatado pela professora. Achamos que ele tinha aprendido a lição, mas hoje assisti de camarote outra demostração de que a regra número 2 ainda precisa de revisão. Foi assim: hoje à noite foi a festa de &lt;strong&gt;aniver&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPlLH5uCSSI/AAAAAAAADZw/-NFqpo1vZZQ/s1600-h/power_rangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258316639056840994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPlLH5uCSSI/AAAAAAAADZw/-NFqpo1vZZQ/s200/power_rangers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sário&lt;/strong&gt; do coleguinha Fernando, em um buffet bacana desses que estão na moda, cheio de brinquedos e atividades para a criançada. Todos os meninos se vestiram de &lt;strong&gt;super heróis&lt;/strong&gt;. O Thomas escolheu a fantasia dos &lt;strong&gt;Power Rangers Vermelho&lt;/strong&gt; (um dos seus favoritos apesar dos meus protestos contra personagens violentos e aqueles terríveis monstros que soltam fumaça verde). O aniversariante se fantasiou de &lt;strong&gt;Batman&lt;/strong&gt;. O interessante dos garotinhos de 4 anos é que ao vestir a roupa do super-herói eles acreditam também empossar seus &lt;strong&gt;super poderes&lt;/strong&gt;...e daí com a overdose de brigadeiros e fanta, já dá para imaginar o que aconteceu quando o Power Ranger impediu que o Batman invadisse seu território...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPlLQJggxcI/AAAAAAAADZ4/oA6SXS5zU5A/s1600-h/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258316780734039490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPlLQJggxcI/AAAAAAAADZ4/oA6SXS5zU5A/s200/Batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo, o Batman deu uma &lt;strong&gt;surra&lt;/strong&gt; no Power Ranger que só lembrou da primeira regra que o papai ensinou e não reagiu. Mas depois de consolado, desculpas e aquele &lt;strong&gt;super-abraço&lt;/strong&gt; já estavam todos comendo pipoca e tomando guaraná juntos, sem mágoas nem ressentimentos. Na saída o Thomas se despediu do colega e disse bem alto: "Tchau Fernando, &lt;strong&gt;foi muito boa sua festa&lt;/strong&gt;!" Esse é meu guri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que &lt;strong&gt;ele é que sabe&lt;/strong&gt; como fazer para sobreviver o Jardim de Infância! (e para sobreviver o resto da vida também!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem-aventurados são os pacificadores porque eles serão chamados filhos de Deus.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 Nefi 12:9 e Mateus 5:9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1544586496410093770?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1544586496410093770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1544586496410093770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1544586496410093770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1544586496410093770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/batman-vs-power-ranger.html' title='Batman vs. Power Ranger'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SPlLH5uCSSI/AAAAAAAADZw/-NFqpo1vZZQ/s72-c/power_rangers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-1486391950671512234</id><published>2008-10-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:22:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado dá gosto</title><content type='html'>Quem é que não lembra da primeira vez que foi ao salão fazer as unhas? E daí passou a usar um creminho nas mãos.  E na sequência viu em uma revista como arrumar as sobrancelhas e resolveu achar o melhor corte para o seu tipo de cabelo?  Pois é acontece com todas mais cedo ou mais tarde e com algumas acontece várias vezes na vida. &lt;br /&gt;Ontem assisti à uma palestra com uma socióloga sanitarista pernambucana muito divertida e ela citou sua avó inúmeras vezes.  Ilustrando a importância de ensinar pacientes como se cuidar e minimizar danos à saúde, diz ela que quando era criança sua sábia avó lhe dizia: &lt;em&gt;Minha filha, penteia esse cabelo. Cuidado dá gosto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, aconteceu comigo, depois de algum tempo deixando minha saúde de lado.  Há umas semanas decidi cuidar mais de mim, da minha saúde física e mental.  Comecei a ler uns livros para me animar, daí decidi me matricular em uma academia que tem como objetivo o bem-estar e a saúde.  Naturalmente melhorou minha disposição para trabalhar e ganhei mais pique para brincar com as crianças no fim da tarde.  Agora estou conseguindo tempo para me arrumar, ler mais, fazer 1 hora de academia todos os dias, trabalhar com mais ânimo e curtir muito mais a família.  É cuidar dá gosto, é só começar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-1486391950671512234?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/1486391950671512234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=1486391950671512234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1486391950671512234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/1486391950671512234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/cuidado-d-gosto.html' title='Cuidado dá gosto'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8778905844639739345</id><published>2008-10-08T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:31:51.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem dos Sonhos - Quem topa?</title><content type='html'>Essas sim são coisas para se fazer antes de partir dessa vida! Uma empresa listou alguns prêmios para uma promoção, eu fiquei boquiaberta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vôo de balão pelo Vale do Loire&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Experiência gravidade zero na Nasa, Flórida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Safari na África do Sul&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mergulho em Fernando de Noronha&lt;/b&gt;; (esse você já realizou, né mãe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passeio de catamarã em Lisboa&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Vôo em um caça em Nova York; (esse eu passo para o Rafael, e vou para Broadway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Castelo dos sonhos na Escócia&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari experience na Inglaterra; (esse eu também passo para o Rafael e vou visitar o Buckingham Palace e o Big Ben)&lt;br /&gt;Taí uma &lt;i&gt;listinha&lt;/i&gt; para inspirar qualquer um!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8778905844639739345?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8778905844639739345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8778905844639739345' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8778905844639739345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8778905844639739345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/viagem-dos-sonhos-quem-topa.html' title='Viagem dos Sonhos - Quem topa?'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3524834254184181246</id><published>2008-10-07T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:42:19.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita dos Caracóis</title><content type='html'>Atendendo à pedidos, aqui vai a &lt;strong&gt;receita dos caracóis de canela&lt;/strong&gt; da Conferência... mas como toda bos receita, leva algumas tentativas para pegar a mão, então não desistam se a primeira ficar aquém das expectativas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Massa&lt;/strong&gt; - Misture meia xíc. de &lt;strong&gt;açúcar&lt;/strong&gt;, meia cc de &lt;strong&gt;sal&lt;/strong&gt;, 15g de &lt;strong&gt;fermento para pão&lt;/strong&gt; seco e 3 xícs de &lt;strong&gt;farinha de trigo&lt;/strong&gt;.  No microndas aqueça 1 xíc de &lt;strong&gt;leite&lt;/strong&gt; e meia xíc de &lt;strong&gt;margarina&lt;/strong&gt; ou manteiga.  Adicione esse leite e 1 &lt;strong&gt;ovo&lt;/strong&gt; batido à mistura de farinha e misture bem.  Acrescente outras 2 xícs de farinha mexendo bem e depois &lt;strong&gt;amassando&lt;/strong&gt; com as mãos até ficar macia, lisa e elástica. (Essa é a parte que leva um tempo para aprender o ponto.) Unte uma tigela com óleo e coloque a bola de massa dentro para &lt;strong&gt;crescer&lt;/strong&gt; até dobrar o volume (durante toda a sessão de sábado à tarde, no forno morno).  Abaixe a massa em uma superfície enfarinhada e &lt;strong&gt;abra com rolo&lt;/strong&gt; formando um retângulo de mais ou menos 45cmx30cm e 1 cm de espessura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recheio&lt;/strong&gt; - Pincele com &lt;strong&gt;manteiga&lt;/strong&gt; derretida e cubra com uma mistura de &lt;strong&gt;canela, passas, açúcar mascavo, açúcar refinado, nóz moscada, cravo em pó&lt;/strong&gt; e o que mais der vontade...  &lt;strong&gt;Enrole&lt;/strong&gt; como um rocambole frouxo, colando bem a borda no final.   &lt;strong&gt;Corte&lt;/strong&gt; em 15 pedaços iguais e coloque em uma assadeira bem untada lado à lado sem apertar.  Deixe &lt;strong&gt;crescer&lt;/strong&gt; novamente por 40 minutos até dobrar de volume e depois &lt;strong&gt;asse&lt;/strong&gt; à 200 graus por 25-30 minutos.  Dá pra cobrir com fondant, fica divino, isto é se você estiver podendo....&lt;br /&gt;Ah é! Sirva com leite bem gelado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3524834254184181246?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3524834254184181246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3524834254184181246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3524834254184181246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3524834254184181246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/receita-dos-caracis.html' title='Receita dos Caracóis'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5022263595897193646</id><published>2008-10-05T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:08:20.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caracóis de Canela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOlgq0fkgUI/AAAAAAAADZI/4w8zw3hnYt0/s1600-h/DSC04899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253836729066225986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOlgq0fkgUI/AAAAAAAADZI/4w8zw3hnYt0/s320/DSC04899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final de semana de Conferência Geral e eleições. Os resultados da eleição para prefeito e vereador aqui em Curitiba já saíram e esperamos por vacas gordas nos próximos anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já quanto a Conferência, tínhamos a intenção de assistir todas as sessões e pelo menos duas com as crianças. Então passamos o sábado juntos, levei o Thomas para escalar e depois fazer um scrap comigo, almoçamos e nos arrumamos para a primeira sessão. Choveu muito. As crianças se comportaram muito bem durante as três sessões que assistimos juntos na capela, e pudemos aproveitar bem os discursantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No intervalo das reuniões do sábado o Rafael sugeriu que eu fizesse um dos meus quitutes favoritos, o &lt;em&gt;cinnamon bun&lt;/em&gt; (caracóis de canela) que tanto me lembram das noites de mutual no Canadá. Num dia de tanta chuva um pão doce quentinho vai muito bem! Eu e o mestre cuca Thomas fomos para a cozinha nos divertir...e modéstia à parte, ficou delicioso (dessa vez eu acertei!). Ficou decretado que a partir de hoje, no intervalo toda conferência geral comeremos caracóis de canela como tradição da família. Huummmm!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253836735678953714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOlgrNIKuPI/AAAAAAAADZQ/snAupAmF4oI/s320/DSC04903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-5022263595897193646?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5022263595897193646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=5022263595897193646' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5022263595897193646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5022263595897193646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/caracis-de-canela.html' title='Caracóis de Canela'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOlgq0fkgUI/AAAAAAAADZI/4w8zw3hnYt0/s72-c/DSC04899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-586059111238835991</id><published>2008-10-03T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:40:05.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crônicas de um Médico de Família: O Mágico de Oz</title><content type='html'>Quinta-feira voltei a trabalhar depois de um tempo em casa para recuperar o meu &lt;strong&gt;entusiasmo&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;esperança&lt;/strong&gt; pela &lt;strong&gt;medicina de família&lt;/strong&gt; como solução para os problemas de saúde pública do Brasil. Mas algumas coisas mudaram: voltei para outro bairro, outro começo. O Jardim Alegria estava me entristecendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, pedi a um colega que me desse as direções para chegar na outra unidade de saúde e ele me disse: &lt;strong&gt;É só seguir o caminho de tijolos, como no Mágico de Oz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito e feito, no final do caminho de tijolos (estes só não eram amarelos...) encontrei o que eu procurava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta a história que o Mágico de Oz ajudou o Espantalho a encontrar um &lt;strong&gt;cérebro&lt;/strong&gt;, o Homem de lata um &lt;strong&gt;coração&lt;/strong&gt; e o Leão covarde, a &lt;strong&gt;coragem&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais piegas que possa soar, quem sabe ali, no final desse meu caminho de tijolos, eu também encontre alguma &lt;strong&gt;sabedoria&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;compaixão&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;coragem&lt;/strong&gt; de que tanto preciso para me realizar nesse ofício, nessa arte de curar que é a medicina.  E por que não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253144144231045250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SObqxE7QmII/AAAAAAAADZA/s4gLUk7yS-w/s320/wizardofoz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-586059111238835991?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/586059111238835991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=586059111238835991' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/586059111238835991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/586059111238835991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/10/crnicas-de-um-mdico-de-famlia-o-mgico.html' title='Crônicas de um Médico de Família: O Mágico de Oz'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SObqxE7QmII/AAAAAAAADZA/s4gLUk7yS-w/s72-c/wizardofoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-5325082486651947049</id><published>2008-09-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:44:26.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Rabiscos</title><content type='html'>Esses desenhos rolam de um lado para outro há quase 10 anos, escondidos em baixo de livros e gavetas. Um amigo incentivou-me a mostrá-los. Eu ainda tenho vontade de desenvolver melhor a técnica de desenho à mão livre... Quem sabe um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGE5LXbm6I/AAAAAAAADYc/gZonQaI-Gm4/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251624758329187234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGE5LXbm6I/AAAAAAAADYc/gZonQaI-Gm4/s400/ScannedImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estes são bebês de um comercial de fraldas ou algo do gênero - 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGEVM-NyuI/AAAAAAAADYM/7ilIQSLk8Q4/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg.orig"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGFS47gHPI/AAAAAAAADYk/hzVNb6f-IaY/s1600-h/ScannedImage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251625200056802546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGFS47gHPI/AAAAAAAADYk/hzVNb6f-IaY/s400/ScannedImage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estas são algumas crianças que tinham expressões bonitas em fotografias. 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251626704179455330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGGqcOSZWI/AAAAAAAADY0/FE0K2JpnZII/s400/ScannedImage-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251626247490134946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGGP27EY6I/AAAAAAAADYs/M_VB1jJ3z0A/s400/ScannedImage-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aula de Anatomia, estudando crâneo e membros inferiores - Setembro de 1999 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-5325082486651947049?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/5325082486651947049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=5325082486651947049' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5325082486651947049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/5325082486651947049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/09/meus-rabiscos.html' title='Meus Rabiscos'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOGE5LXbm6I/AAAAAAAADYc/gZonQaI-Gm4/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-8074038721044581169</id><published>2008-09-29T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:28:02.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas da Noite Familiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOF95hF5pLI/AAAAAAAADXs/caLRGLOlYiI/s1600-h/DSC04891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251617067579843762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOF95hF5pLI/AAAAAAAADXs/caLRGLOlYiI/s200/DSC04891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As nossas atividades semanais com as crianças são bem &lt;strong&gt;peculiares&lt;/strong&gt;, e às vezes são eles que assumem o controle da programação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habitualmente iniciamos com &lt;strong&gt;músicas&lt;/strong&gt; do hinário da Primária, mas o Thomas gosta de &lt;strong&gt;variar&lt;/strong&gt;, então cantamos as músicas de sua autoria também. Na casa dos priminhos geralmente é assim também, cada um escolhe um hino para todos cantarem. Certa vez, na vez do &lt;strong&gt;Bidu&lt;/strong&gt; ele escolheu um hino chamado "&lt;em&gt;Saladans&lt;/em&gt;". Os pais confusos perguntaram qual era aquele hino desconhecido ao que o &lt;strong&gt;Neto&lt;/strong&gt; rapidamente respondeu "É assim: &lt;em&gt;Saladans&lt;/em&gt;, eu danço. &lt;em&gt;Saladans&lt;/em&gt;, eu danço. Falei pro Dj...." O &lt;strong&gt;repertório&lt;/strong&gt; das crianças é muito mais vasto que o nosso. Geralmente são umas 6 músicas antes de conseguirmos nos ajoelhar para a oração familiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOF95TguVTI/AAAAAAAADXk/S7eF_Ekm69Y/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251617063934252338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOF95TguVTI/AAAAAAAADXk/S7eF_Ekm69Y/s200/DSC04879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Thomas passou da fase de agradecer infinitas vezes na mesma oração pela &lt;em&gt;pizza&lt;/em&gt;. Agora ele agradece pelo&lt;em&gt; shopping&lt;/em&gt; e pede &lt;em&gt;muitos brinquedos&lt;/em&gt;. Não tenho tanta certeza se isso é um progresso... Hoje na oração pedimos que o Pai Celestial abençoasse as &lt;strong&gt;pessoas&lt;/strong&gt; que não tem casa e o Thomas acrescentou "e que não tem &lt;strong&gt;pernas&lt;/strong&gt;". Com toda a razão, como pudemos nos esquecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então o &lt;strong&gt;Rafael&lt;/strong&gt; contou (encenou) a história de &lt;strong&gt;Davi&lt;/strong&gt; ("G.I. Joe" do Capitão Moroni) e &lt;strong&gt;Golias&lt;/strong&gt; (Max Steel). Apesar de todo o &lt;strong&gt;talento&lt;/strong&gt; da narração, efeitos especiais, &lt;strong&gt;sonorização&lt;/strong&gt;, mensagem subliminar e a tocante moral da história, o &lt;strong&gt;Thomas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOF95hjKXgI/AAAAAAAADX0/MAMkaTS4wZA/s1600-h/DSC04886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251617067702574594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOF95hjKXgI/AAAAAAAADX0/MAMkaTS4wZA/s200/DSC04886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;insistiu em corrigir dizendo que o &lt;strong&gt;Gigante&lt;/strong&gt; é maior e mais forte e por isso ele ganha sempre (a &lt;strong&gt;funda&lt;/strong&gt; não o impressionou muito). Ele viajava em sua própria fantasia com o Golias destruindo o Davi e sua barraca... E acreditem, tivemos que mudar mesmo de assunto por que até a &lt;strong&gt;Louise&lt;/strong&gt; fazia um som de &lt;strong&gt;rugido&lt;/strong&gt; bem bravo quando pegava o Golias Max Steel. Voltaremos à essa passagem bíblica no futuro, por hora é melhor brincar de &lt;strong&gt;Gato Mia&lt;/strong&gt; mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade o importante mesmo nesta idade é &lt;strong&gt;estarmos juntos&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;rirmos&lt;/strong&gt; bastante, e isso a gente tira de letra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-8074038721044581169?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/8074038721044581169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=8074038721044581169' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8074038721044581169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/8074038721044581169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/09/prolas-da-noite-familiar.html' title='Pérolas da Noite Familiar'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAWNuIqR_DU/SOF95hF5pLI/AAAAAAAADXs/caLRGLOlYiI/s72-c/DSC04891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011155954755259726.post-3026002915238387370</id><published>2008-09-28T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:15:42.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Aventuras do Incrível Spider-Boy (e a Mamãe-Aranha)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4463344f444d314e413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play O Incrível Spider-Boy!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4463344f444d314e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6011155954755259726-3026002915238387370?l=rebicki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/feeds/3026002915238387370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6011155954755259726&amp;postID=3026002915238387370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3026002915238387370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6011155954755259726/posts/default/3026002915238387370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebicki.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-aventuras-do-incrvel-spider-boy-e.html' title='As Aventuras do Incrível Spider-Boy (e a Mamãe-Aranha)!'/><author><name>Caroline Villa Martignoni Rebicki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGFLDHG2CQI/TZZ7Z1xLaVI/AAAAAAAAHUY/DpKKdYPnfvM/s220/DSC03748.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
