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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpwpri0efh8/TyHPAcqaJdI/AAAAAAAAAyk/kUqPpBjzIhc/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No final da história a Mariana disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Sabes Cuca, eu sei onde é Belém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Cuca disse-lhe para ela explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;aos meninos onde era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Então a Mariana disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- "Sabem em Belém à &amp;nbsp;pastéis. 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Vimos que a água pode estar na natureza em três estados:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gasoso, o vapor de água da panela da sopa da mãe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Líquido, a que bebemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sólido,o gelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje estivemos a fazer os nosso bonecos de neve com caixas de ovos, cápsulas de nespresso, dracalon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com muito cuidados estivemos a desenhar, cortar, recortar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gx17VkjNX8/TyHLN01-TXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bzzfTrRljoY/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gx17VkjNX8/TyHLN01-TXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bzzfTrRljoY/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-4_uPgKtSkFE/TyHLV1lmUZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bygLpUncq9g/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_uPgKtSkFE/TyHLV1lmUZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bygLpUncq9g/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tivemos muito que colar: o cartão da caixa dos ovos, a cápsula de nespresso, o dracallon a fingir de neve, os paus a fazer de braços, as meias e os nariz que desenhamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mas devemos confessar, que ficamos muito orgulhosas dos bonecos que fizemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZPpyeCj7GM/TyQDd4UIAiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/eGicmi2bsqA/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZPpyeCj7GM/TyQDd4UIAiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/eGicmi2bsqA/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ficaram mesmo giros. Não acham!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-8593402937112365839?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8593402937112365839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2012/01/bonecos-de-neve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8593402937112365839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8593402937112365839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2012/01/bonecos-de-neve.html' title='Bonecos de Neve...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gx17VkjNX8/TyHLN01-TXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bzzfTrRljoY/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-5122372295069369856</id><published>2012-01-26T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:44:38.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Anos da Mãe da Alicinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje fez anos a mãe da Alicinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Como de manhã estivemos a fazer ginástica, à tarde a Alice teve a fazer o presente para dar à sua "Querida Mãmã".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando terminou a Alice e a Cuca embrulharam-no e ela toda orgulhosa mostrava a todos os seus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;À Mãe da Alice, a sala encarnada deseja um feliz aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEwxfpaUE3A/TyHI_AcDJ-I/AAAAAAAAAxs/r4laWp0WRWk/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Todos os dias elas chegavam à sala de aula com tanta vontade de aprender, de brincar para crescer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia passou uma ventania muito grande, cheia de ventos maluquinhos, que tinham desarrumado a sala toda pois puseram tudo a voar: a casinha das bonecas, a garagem, pinceis voavam pelo ar, tudo ficou fora do lugar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para a arrumar a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sala precisou de todos os "seus habitantes" para darem a sua opinião de como a deviam arrumar outra vez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Cuca e a Alice precisaram de algum tempo para a arrumar. Passado algum tempo ela parecia.... &amp;nbsp;diferente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E com pozinhos&amp;nbsp;perlimpimpim&amp;nbsp;a nossa sala ficou assim:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xX5qtOpgfjA/Txx52FKcvdI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6eqNFwT6oqI/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xX5qtOpgfjA/Txx52FKcvdI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6eqNFwT6oqI/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvVhkimhrJM/Txx6BoToaOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fo6MIT1UTXg/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvVhkimhrJM/Txx6BoToaOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fo6MIT1UTXg/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbxEPlnouEg/Txx6QmpTS8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/o72BG7FhPLA/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbxEPlnouEg/Txx6QmpTS8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/o72BG7FhPLA/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/7581209132836437800-1640555831963351269?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1640555831963351269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2012/01/nossa-sala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1640555831963351269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1640555831963351269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2012/01/nossa-sala.html' title='A nossa Sala....'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xX5qtOpgfjA/Txx52FKcvdI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6eqNFwT6oqI/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-2922628089979585298</id><published>2012-01-22T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:43:26.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo, Vida Nova!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ano Novo Vida Nova!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novos desafios, voltar à escola, ao sentar no chão, às gargalhadas e brincadeiras. Já estava com saudades!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As personagens das minhas histórias já são outras, mas com isto não quero dizer que "alguém" as&amp;nbsp;substituiu, apenas quer dizer que o meu coração aumentou e agora "alberga" mais gente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-2922628089979585298?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/2922628089979585298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/2922628089979585298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/2922628089979585298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano Novo, Vida Nova!!!!!'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-7757816069117514557</id><published>2010-09-15T08:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:37:47.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Educar é Tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Ta58k4Ivw_M/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ta58k4Ivw_M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ta58k4Ivw_M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-7757816069117514557?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/7757816069117514557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2010/09/educar-e-tudo_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7757816069117514557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7757816069117514557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2010/09/educar-e-tudo_15.html' title='Educar é Tudo'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-4198198872113323218</id><published>2010-07-17T17:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:16:44.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MUITO OBRIGADO.... Cuxi e Vera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/TEHizmKsWTI/AAAAAAAAArg/tf4uNCtBiOE/s1600/Nova+imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/TEHizmKsWTI/AAAAAAAAArg/tf4uNCtBiOE/s320/Nova+imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494922396415318322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Querida Cuca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;esta é que eu não estava à espera!!!!! O meu desenho no Blogue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois saiba que lhe fiz vários e acabei por escolher este para lhe enviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Temos imensas saudades suas e em cada momento que passámos na escola ao longo deste ano, no Natal, no piquenique, na Páscoa, na ausência de aulas de ginástica, no fim de ano sem festa...nos lembrámos de si e da alegria que nos   proporcionou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu passado um ano, cheia de dentes a abanar e de curiosidade a transbordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Foi um ano em que cresci feliz e que continuei a adorar a escola e os meus amigos, sobretudo o meu grupinho de raparigas sempre prontas a saltar à corda, vestir bonecas, pôr verniz à socapa, cantarmos músicas a bater as mãos...Enfim, ora a zangarmo-nos ora a sermos logo a seguir as melhores amigas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Adoro fazer aquelas fichas de preparação para a primária e tenho uma enorme curiosidade por novos desafios que façam puxar pela minha cabeça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cuca, agora que vou entrar para o primeiro ano queria dizer-lhe que o legado mais importante que recebi da Escola foi o Seu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Entrei ainda de chucha amarrada à fralda de pano e foi a Cuca que me fez sentir feliz nessa casa e que ajudou a libertar-me de toda a tensão que eu sentía. Consegui afastar a minha timidez e encontrei a segurança que necessitava de sentir junto dos adultos e das crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Obrigado por me ter soltado tantos risos e gargalhadas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Muitos Beijinhos da sua sempre Amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7581209132836437800-4198198872113323218?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4198198872113323218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2010/07/muito-obrigado-cuxi-e-vera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4198198872113323218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4198198872113323218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2010/07/muito-obrigado-cuxi-e-vera.html' title='MUITO OBRIGADO.... Cuxi e Vera'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/TEHizmKsWTI/AAAAAAAAArg/tf4uNCtBiOE/s72-c/Nova+imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-4737266537920676385</id><published>2010-07-15T12:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:28:18.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Amigos se o são de verdade, voltam sempre......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/TD7tTrpsMDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Z_s3FLHR2LE/s1600/vera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494089517829468210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/TD7tTrpsMDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Z_s3FLHR2LE/s320/vera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei o que escrever, mas não quero deixar de escrever pois a alegria quando recebi o desenho da MINHA VERINHA foi imensa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peguei na frase &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Os amigos se o são de verdade voltam sempre"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com que acabei o ano lectivo passado mas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não é isso que eu sinto pois não sinto que se foram, mas sim que ficaram no meu coração e eu no deles e apesar de longe da vista estivemos sempre tão perto que foram eles que me deram forças para enfrentar o desafio que me foi lançado este ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Com eles,eu cresci... à Cuxi, Sofia,Ana Goulart, Rita, Marta aqui vai o meu obrigado pelo apoio sentido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beijos Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(E que tal fazer este blog crescer com noticias dos meninos que foram deste grupo enviadas para a Cuca e ela publica?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-4737266537920676385?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4737266537920676385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-amigos-se-o-sao-de-verdade-voltam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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"Proibido insultar o jardim-de-infância chamando-lhe "escolinha" (ou "infantário"). Em primeiro lugar, porque é uma escola. Em segundo, porque todas as escolas ganhavam se ligassem Brincar com Aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Proibido que os pais imaginem que o jardim-de-infância serve para aprender a ler e contar. Ele é útil para aprender a descobrir os sentimentos. Para aprender a imaginar e a fantasiar. Para aprender com o corpo, com a música e com a pintura. E para brincar. Uma criança que não brinque deve preocupar mais os pais do que se ela fizer uma ou outra birra, pela manhã ao chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. O jardim-de-infância assusta as crianças sempre que os pais - como quem sossega nelas os medos deles por mais um dia de jardim-de-infância - lhes repetem: " Hoje vai correr tudo bem!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Os pais estão proibidos de despedir-se muitas vezes das crianças, ao chegarem todos os dias. E é bom que se decidam: ou ficam contentes por elas correrem para os amigos ou ficam contentes por elas se agarrarem ao pescoço deles, com se estivessem prestes a ser abandonadas para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Proibido que as crianças vão dia-sim dia-não ao jardim-de-infância. E que vão, simplesmente, quando os seus caprichos infantis vão de férias. E que não vão " só porque sim". O jardim-de-infância não é um trabalho para os mais pequenos. É uma bela oportunidade para os pais não se esquecerem que se pode amar o conhecimento, namorar com a vida, nunca ser feliz sozinho e brincar, ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No jardim-de-infância não é obrigatório comer até à última colher; nem dormir todos os dias. E não é nada mau que uma criança se baralhe e chame mãe à educadora (ou vice-versa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Os pais estão obrigados a estar a horas quando se trata duma criança regressar a casa. Prometer e faltar devia dar direito a que os pais fossem sujeitos classificados como tendo necessidades educativas especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Os pais não podem exigir aos filhos relatórios de cada dia de jardim-de-infância. Mas estão autorizados a ficar preocupados se as crianças forem ficando mais resmungonas, mais tristonhas ou, até, mais aflitas, sempre que regressam de lá. E estão, ainda, autorizados a proibir que o jardim-de-infância só se abra para eles durante as festas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. O jardim-de-infância é uma escola de pais. E um lugar onde os educadores são educados pelas crianças. Um lugar 10. Um dia, num mundo mais amigo das crianças, todas as escolas serão onde todos se educam uns aos outros não é uma escola como as outras. É um jardim-de-infância.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10.Um dia, num mundo mais amigo das crianças, todas as escolas serão jardins-de-infância!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Eduardo Sá é psicólogo clínico, psicanalista e professor de psicologia clínica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-754469595599081616?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/754469595599081616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/09/o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/754469595599081616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/754469595599081616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/09/o.html' title='O Jardim de Infância é...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-4256413045593552310</id><published>2009-08-21T22:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:48:03.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Último dia de aulas...</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/4d5441354e7a55794e7a593d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Ultimo dia de aulas" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441354e7a55794e7a593d0d0a.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 greeting - 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/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&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/7581209132836437800-4256413045593552310?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4256413045593552310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/08/ultimo-dia-de-aulas.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4256413045593552310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4256413045593552310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/08/ultimo-dia-de-aulas.html' title='Último dia de aulas...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-5489907297115090466</id><published>2009-07-27T08:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:11:55.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Caminhava ao longo da praia. O vento dourava-lhe o cabelo, as ondas vinham e faziam-lhe cócegas nos pés descalços. Pedro caminhava quando ouviu:&lt;br /&gt;- Ei! Tu aí! Cuidado não me pises!&lt;br /&gt;- Quem falou?&lt;br /&gt;- Não me vês? Eu estou aqui junto aos teus pés sou a estrela do mar ”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“-Fica comigo Estrelinha fazes-me falta&lt;br /&gt;- Nunca te tinha visto antes, como te faço falta?&lt;br /&gt;- A Amizade é assim sabias? Nasce de repente como se fosse o sol, e aquece-nos tanto, que se perdermos um amigo, um grande frio tapa-nos por dentro e tudo fica triste à nossa volta.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro pegou na estrelinha e voltou-a a por no mar”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Pedro estendeu-se na cama. Fechou os olhos, um mar de ondinhas mansas rebentava a tristeza da hora, tinha saudades, de repente foi como se anima-se, ela estava ali: as cinco pontas lembravam uma mão que ocupava o vidro; a sua respiração parecia areia a bater de mansinho:&lt;br /&gt;-Afinal voltaste?&lt;br /&gt;-Não és meu Amigo? Não sou tua Amiga?&lt;br /&gt;OS AMIGOS SE O SÃO DE VERDADE VOLTAM SEMPRE”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Os Amigos voltam sempre”&lt;br /&gt;Colaço, Maria Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão bom poder contar com a Vossa Amizade! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabem também eu aprendi muitas coisas convosco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os dias, quando chegavam trocamos sorrisos, com partilhamos sentimentos, tínhamos ânsia de saber, desejos de aprender, e a vontade de gradualmente conquistarmos o mundo em que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os momentos que vivi convosco, foi fazendo crescer dentro de mim a certeza de que ser educadora é algo fascinante, porque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajudei a crescer, e vocês ajudaram-me a crescer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobrimos em conjunto a alegria de saber sempre mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partilhamos emoções, sentimentos, alegrias, tristezas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crescemos por dentro e por fora, num espírito de grupo, de paz, e amizade. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora, ao ver alguns prontos para passar para o 1º ciclo sinto-me feliz porque tive o privilégio de crescer convosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos que ficam no Jardim de Infância, agradeço todo o carinho que me deram e também os momentos em que juntos aprendemos coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero ter despertado em vós o gosto por APRENDER, a curiosidade de DESCOBRIR, e a ânsia por SABER SEMPRE MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijinho grande da Amiga que nunca os esquecerá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-5489907297115090466?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/5489907297115090466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-amigos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5489907297115090466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5489907297115090466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-amigos.html' title='Os Amigos'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-5650328656098489156</id><published>2009-07-20T23:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:16:47.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moro em "Casa delas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Andávamos a explorar, a descobrir, a ver se "sabíamos onde moráramos" . A Cuca ia perguntando a todos os meninos. "Os Grandes" sabiam o nome da rua, onde ficava tudo, e nós pequeninos, alguns sabiamos que moravamos em Lisboa outros ao pé da escola, mas pouco mais ... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Manuel Falcão depois de o Manuel Rodrigues ter dito tudo incluindo o código postal da sua casa, encheu-se de coragem, e com um ar de quem domina a situação e sabe tanto como os outros, disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Ó Cuca, eu também sei onde moro, moro em "casa delas" mas não sei onde é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O que o Manuel, me queria dizer, na sua inocência dos 3 anos, uma vez que isto se passou o ano passado, era que morava em Caselas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360674656912743666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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title=''/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-4791144525539463818</id><published>2009-07-07T23:51:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:33:10.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Educadora de Infância...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando digo que sou Educadora de Infância em geral, respondem um "Ah" tão ínsipido , que gostaria de dizer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Em que outra profissão poderia por laços no cabelo, fazer penteados inovadores e ver um desfile de moda cada manhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355863944811297042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPZ4ZfMuRI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ERqEwW0vfa0/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357677049652566434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlpK4_XN2aI/AAAAAAAAAoc/gwaf4W_q2Bs/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355863937582857170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPZ3-jze9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/4rEYFvRW6hU/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675014149182466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlpJCghZFAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/I9YSPEqRz2I/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355863948513133890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPZ4nRyRUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/iyG0ZTq8G8E/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Onde te diriam todos os dias "És linda"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355860817055766402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPXCVsK14I/AAAAAAAAAlo/p0DAdKzAcE4/s320/DSC08979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Onde te abraçariam para te dizer o muito que te querem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356580390365836274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlZlfBKUM_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/qUdpbMtrI5k/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Em que outro trabalho te esquecerias das tuas tristezas, para atender a tanto joelho esfolado e corações aflitos?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675009586193570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlpJCPhfZKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/MVyujochVPA/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355978464793207458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlRCCVqkIqI/AAAAAAAAAms/MzTMzHeuis4/s320/DSC05290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Onde poderias iniciar na escrita uma mão que quem sabe um dia poderá escrever um livro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357670035891113842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlpEgvELT3I/AAAAAAAAAns/bSninOy7loc/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Em que outro lugar receberias um sorriso igual a este?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355872220278181810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPhaGAQT7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/OqcH-0T5xf4/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Em que outro lugar te fariam um retrato grátis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356226471443605234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlUjmObwpvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/k2xSiwlYufU/s320/cuca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Em que outro sítio as tuas palavras causariam tanta admiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357675003983271570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlpJB6pplpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fhGPoOF9jtc/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Em que trabalho te receberiam de braços abertos depois de faltares um dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355863930927310082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPZ3lw_5QI/AAAAAAAAAlw/rkZPvar1_qU/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;Onde poderias assistir na 1ª fila à execução de grandes obras de arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357674989198248674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlpJBDkoCuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fipgZXLJIyU/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Onde poderias aprofundar os teus conhecimentos sobre bichos da seda, caracóis, abelhas, borboletas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356580386716050354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlZlezkI47I/AAAAAAAAAnU/kx8GuYlL3hU/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355864832532068706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPasEgUuWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/gRY_G65anqk/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em que outro sítio derramarias lágrimas por ter que terminar um ano de relações tão felizes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357677056334848546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlpK5YQZYiI/AAAAAAAAAok/ELESHspSXOA/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356581880460708626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlZm1wMnixI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dms6yqyj2mg/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINTO-ME GRANDE TRABALHANDO COM PEQUENOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;texto adaptado do "Soy maestra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7581209132836437800-4791144525539463818?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4791144525539463818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/sou-educadora-de-infancia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4791144525539463818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4791144525539463818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/sou-educadora-de-infancia.html' title='Sou Educadora de Infância...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlPZ4ZfMuRI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ERqEwW0vfa0/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-1361490924806037067</id><published>2009-07-07T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:01:27.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'></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/4d5441794e5467794f446b3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Os nossos bonecoa" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441794e5467794f446b3d0d0a.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/7581209132836437800-1361490924806037067?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1361490924806037067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-smilebox-scrapbook.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1361490924806037067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1361490924806037067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-smilebox-scrapbook.html' title=''/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-4084516100252418440</id><published>2009-07-05T07:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:44:24.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde cresceu Jesus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Numa visita à Quinta Pedagógica vimos um animal a comer. A Cuca disse-nos :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Meninos aquilo é uma manjedoura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O Manuel Falcão disse ao amigo que ia ao seu lado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Foi ali que Jesus cresceu, a minha mãe já me disse....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354862773670073698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlBLUkWRVWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Ql6drJbwGKg/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-4084516100252418440?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4084516100252418440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/onde-cresceu-jesus.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4084516100252418440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4084516100252418440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/onde-cresceu-jesus.html' title='Onde cresceu Jesus....'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SlBLUkWRVWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Ql6drJbwGKg/s72-c/IMG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-8074283737632567595</id><published>2009-07-03T01:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:55:31.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando no Jardim de Infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354028997467234370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1VAZ8s4EI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XlyJzic6A4U/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Ando no jardim de infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;pinto quadros de todas as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;com tintas e com pincéis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;como fazem os pintores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354030098294139778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1WAe2Sa4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ss9OeQdFsgk/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354030115242912866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1WBd_MLGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/V0nveFB1D8U/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E com os dedos das mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aí tão bem que se pinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fico todo besuntado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;até o nariz tem tinta.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354028081527758130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1ULFztnTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ve65Ide-TYQ/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354028079089110978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1UK8uSz8I/AAAAAAAAAko/qFQjEd-e0Ws/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354028074712059298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1UKsauTaI/AAAAAAAAAkg/RWHG8Jr3Q-U/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ó mas não faz mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;para que a água se fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lavo a cara, lavo as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e fico limpo outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354028069089906226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1UKXeTDjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/_rDhtzlbdlQ/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354028063346403170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1UKCE8J2I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UYbnWAxNHCM/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-8074283737632567595?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8074283737632567595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/ando-no-jardim-de-infancia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8074283737632567595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8074283737632567595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/ando-no-jardim-de-infancia.html' title='Ando no Jardim de Infância'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sk1VAZ8s4EI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XlyJzic6A4U/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-8242773185209162631</id><published>2009-07-02T16:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:02:20.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apanhados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje, o Afonso enquanto fazia pintura ia falando com a Carla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No meio da história que estava a contar, de repente virou-se para a Carla e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Carla a "primária" é prima de quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Antes que a Carla pudesse responder ele acabou por dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Já sei, é prima do Jardim de Infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353901428714607698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Skzg-7T9lFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zzBWCjEK-nM/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O Francisco Dias, estava a brincar com o Tintim na garagem. De repente veio a choramingar ter com a Cuca e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Cuca o Tintim diz que o meu carro é "faco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A Cuca sem nada perceber diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- O que o carro?Tem nome? Faísca? Facto? O que o Tintim diz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ao que o Francisco responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Não, ele diz que o meu carro é "faco, faquinho, facote"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dito isto a Cuca finalmente conseguiu entender o que o Tintim tinha chamado ao carro do seu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353901432642688450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Skzg_J8fVcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YQXhfgzi65M/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na nossa sala temos uma piscina de bolas. Combinamos que só iam 2,3 meninos de cada vez para a piscina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ontem a Cuca encontrou a Miriam a ir para a piscina. Já lá estavam 3 e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Miriam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ela não deixou a Cuca acabar a frase, e disse-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Cuca eu não vou para a piscina, só vim ver se a água estava fresca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-8242773185209162631?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8242773185209162631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/apanhados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8242773185209162631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8242773185209162631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/apanhados.html' title='Apanhados...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Skzg-7T9lFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zzBWCjEK-nM/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-8496674049042366700</id><published>2009-07-01T22:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:12:28.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nossa sala de Verão....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na nossa sala de Verão pudemos brincar em áreas que gostamos muito, como seja a dos Jogos de tapete, e introduzimos em "equipa" as áreas que gostaríamos de ter na sala:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUbnH6EjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qFEcmwURWtA/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606152883671602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUbnH6EjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qFEcmwURWtA/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A área da piscina de bolas, é uma área que nós adoramos, quando lá estamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUbCF6PEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/NjfyWfrhC9M/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606142943181890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUbCF6PEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/NjfyWfrhC9M/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As bolas andam todas a voar... parecem passarinhos a voar pelo céu da sala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUaoSMvUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Dt5-fV0MEhA/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606136015404354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUaoSMvUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Dt5-fV0MEhA/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sentimos tão bem que estamos lá deitados minutos a olhar para as nuvens que estão no céu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUaLK73PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7ASy4kVEVzs/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353606128200310002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUaLK73PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7ASy4kVEVzs/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na piscina de areia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTIUlnCZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CJWgYsn_i20/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353604721978837394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTIUlnCZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CJWgYsn_i20/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Adoramos peneirar a areia, e por o moinho a andar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTHyTvhWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kO_P-XQPLIc/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353604712777090402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTHyTvhWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kO_P-XQPLIc/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTHnPhDtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7wMIxhjWI4E/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353604709806575314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTHnPhDtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7wMIxhjWI4E/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTHTZOakI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vFAyovK5Aes/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353604704478587458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTHTZOakI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vFAyovK5Aes/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTGpPAa8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eH2R-D4QsFw/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353604693161438146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvTGpPAa8I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eH2R-D4QsFw/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, estamos no Verão sabe-nos bem ter estas actividades mais livres. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom estar na sala e sentir que a Cuca e a Carla estão ali para brincar connosco, para rir connosco. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom sentir o espírito da equipa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom sentir-nos pertença de um grupo em que somos todos iguais, e todos diferentes, e que essa diferença é respeitada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7581209132836437800-8496674049042366700?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8496674049042366700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/nossa-sala-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8496674049042366700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8496674049042366700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/07/nossa-sala-de-verao.html' title='A Nossa sala de Verão....'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkvUbnH6EjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qFEcmwURWtA/s72-c/IMG_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-3334470307673031961</id><published>2009-06-30T23:06:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:46:09.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na "apanha" da batata e da alface...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Depois, de alguns meses a regar as nossas batatas, finalmente chegou ao tão esperado momento, ou seja ver se há ou não batatas, pois só aparece ramagens e ainda não conseguimos ver batatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqS5l9sFFI/AAAAAAAAAig/MxMrzdr9aYE/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353252625224307794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqS5l9sFFI/AAAAAAAAAig/MxMrzdr9aYE/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cuca disse-nos que as batatas eram como os bolbos nascem debaixo da terra, que elas são túberculos. Por isso tivemos de ir buscar os ancinhos e por mãos ao trabalho....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRxpgGyCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/XjfmqyE4bG0/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353251389223389218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRxpgGyCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/XjfmqyE4bG0/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoramos por as mãos na terra, só que temos de ter cuidado para que os meninos que estão com os ancinhos não magoem os que procuramos batatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRxW-bZvI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/KU2G83qqNX0/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353251384250296050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRxW-bZvI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/KU2G83qqNX0/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vamos lá ver se aparecem batatas- diz a Margarida a rir, enfiando as mão na terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRxCLtAQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rRdP01YAOpA/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353251378668830978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRxCLtAQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rRdP01YAOpA/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois, de muito mexer, a Mariana encontrou uma, o que deu algum entusiasmo à procura de mais batatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRw4sArmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sPOOUdllwYM/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353251376119983714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqRw4sArmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sPOOUdllwYM/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontramos muitas, enchemos um alguidar. Agora vamos lava-as e combinar o que vamos fazer com elas, pois hoje estivemos a conversar e algumas queriam fazer sopa outros batatas fritas. A Cuca sugeriu fazer batatas no forno com manteiga, porque vimos que as batatas são pequenas. A Carla disse-nos que é batata nova???? O que quer dizer isso??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Novas são porque só hoje as descobrimos, ontem não sabiamos delas- diz o Afonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQSameXXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/w6tN8xyFSLw/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249753135996274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQSameXXI/AAAAAAAAAh4/w6tN8xyFSLw/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A seguir, vimos que as nossas alfaces já estão boas para fazer uma salada, e antes que o coelhinho branco as vá horta buscar...resolvemos apanhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353252630683267506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqS56TNMbI/AAAAAAAAAio/ikFrq9sDMGw/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Contrariamente às batatas, as alfaces arrancam-se pela raiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQR_kNNCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5DPCy6b7UGU/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249745878725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQR_kNNCI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5DPCy6b7UGU/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sacude-se as raízes para sair a terra. Amanhã vamos fazer uma salada de alface com tomate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQRj_lxvI/AAAAAAAAAho/QJn0QPhIpk0/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249738477389554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQRj_lxvI/AAAAAAAAAho/QJn0QPhIpk0/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vimos que os nossos feijões já estão em flor. Sentimos-nos grandes, pois este ano a nossa horta deu mesmo hortaliça. Fomos uns bons HORTELÕES, daqui a uns tempos temos feijões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQRbCaELI/AAAAAAAAAhg/tXSsESlLu9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353249736073285810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqQRbCaELI/AAAAAAAAAhg/tXSsESlLu9Y/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A seguir, o Simão, o João Pedro, o Tintim, e o Franscisco, queriam ir arrancar uma árvore, ao seja era só para tirar uma. O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tintim, escavou até que encontrou uma raiz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Puxou, puxou, puxou e esperou que a árvore lhe cai-se em cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353247879187913506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqOlVmb2yI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oQ7MPCuNesc/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O Tintim insistiu e nada aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353247883170307602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqOlkb6XhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3N6KUQrsyUs/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... O Francisco veio e tentou ajudar, mas a árvore não se moveu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353264915610718466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqeE_OJ0QI/AAAAAAAAAiw/vyp4Pif8T2U/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O João Pedro também tentou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqOlOyHeMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/buPnvoDVFW4/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353247877357861058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqOlOyHeMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/buPnvoDVFW4/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veio, também o Simão que prendeu uma corda á raiz e não conseguiu arrancar, mas também quando estávamos a escavar vimos que estas árvores têm muitas raízes e fortes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A árvore é grande e faz-nos falta para dar sombrinha por isso pensando bem vamos deixa ficar para podermos gozar a sua sombra....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqOkjbyPSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/64obV8_3Wss/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353247865721470242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqOkjbyPSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/64obV8_3Wss/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-3334470307673031961?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/3334470307673031961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-apanha-da-batata-e-da-alface.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/3334470307673031961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/3334470307673031961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-apanha-da-batata-e-da-alface.html' title='Na &quot;apanha&quot; da batata e da alface...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkqS5l9sFFI/AAAAAAAAAig/MxMrzdr9aYE/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-1155385522171508275</id><published>2009-06-27T01:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:42:47.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'></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/4d5441784d4455314e54673d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: um sonho" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441784d4455314e54673d0d0a.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/7581209132836437800-1155385522171508275?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1155385522171508275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-smilebox-scrapbook.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1155385522171508275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1155385522171508275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-smilebox-scrapbook.html' title=''/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-1853183469062179483</id><published>2009-06-26T21:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:36:12.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos os dias temos um convidado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Desde o dia que acabaram aulas os meninos do 1º ciclo , todos os dias temos um convidado na nossa sala; os nossos irmãos mais velhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ontem, a Cuca esqueceu-se de ir chamar a Madalena Barrinha por isso, hoje prometeu que tal não acontecia e que para compensar a Madalena podia ficar lá o dia inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A Madalena ficou feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;De manhã, leu-nos uma história, e brincou nas áreas connosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351782971514964946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkVaQfQiS9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/wMPOxhRxR3Q/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Á tarde fez uma borboleta, brincou na mesa de areia e depois sentou-se e fez este desenho que nos deu, e disse à Cuca, com um brilho no olhar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;- Gostei muito. A vossa sala parece o País das Maravilhas e vive-se como no País das Maravilhas. Posso vir outra vez......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351734934222170034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkUukWZcZ7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/-8ZqVaSfUpc/s320/mad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-1853183469062179483?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1853183469062179483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/todos-os-dias-temos-um-convidado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1853183469062179483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1853183469062179483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/todos-os-dias-temos-um-convidado.html' title='Todos os dias temos um convidado...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkVaQfQiS9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/wMPOxhRxR3Q/s72-c/IMG_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-7341184028788485658</id><published>2009-06-25T19:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:59:16.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sabem, temos uma sala nova!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bem, nova nova não é...... mas mudamos a nossa sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;No dia 22 de Junho, a Cuca, de manhã, sentou-se no tapete connosco e dissemos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Meninos, a partir de hoje, vamos mudar a rotina e a nossa sala, estamos quase em férias. O que gostariam de ter na sala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E nós, fomos sugerindo milhentas coisas, que gostaríamos de ter gormitis, barbies, pranchas de surfe, milhentas coisas que passa pela nossa cabeça até que a Cuca nos perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- E que tal uma piscina de bolas? E uma mesa com areia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nós ficamos eufóricos, mas a Cuca disse que tínhamos de pensar bem, pois alguns brinqueos iriam ser mudados e desaparecer da sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A Múpi pediu logo à Cuca para arranjar puzzles mais complicados. O Simão pediu mais barcos e tubarões da playmobil. O Pedro pediu gormitis. O Francisco Dias queria mais piões. O Martim e o Francisco Passo, não queriam nada, só queriam que não lhes tira-se a "preciosa garagem" que eles tanto adoram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Então depois de tudo conversado, pusemos mãos ao trabalho. Mudamos tapetes, livros jogos, enfim mudamos a sala... mas o Francisco e o Martim não largavam a Garagem. A Cuca sentou-se com eles e disse-lhes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Amores, não pudemos ter tanta coisa na sala pois não temos espaço... a garagem vai de férias, volta em Setembro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O Francisco olhou para a Cuca e perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Vai para o Algarve, Cuca?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351340802609296258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkPIG3uUs4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/KA5-FECi3gU/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-7341184028788485658?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/7341184028788485658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7341184028788485658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7341184028788485658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabem.html' title='Sabem....'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkPIG3uUs4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/KA5-FECi3gU/s72-c/IMG_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-299836929869946895</id><published>2009-06-25T19:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:14:09.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Saudades....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Todos os dias, quando entra na sala o Manuel Falcão, depois de brincar um pouco com os outros colegas, chega-se ao pé de mim e pergunta-me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Cuca, o Afonso ainda está de férias? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Eu digo-lhe sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;-Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje, depois de quase uma semana, em que a mesma pergunta foi feita resolvemos ligar ao Afonso. O Manuel estava feliz, e mais feliz ficou quando o Afonso lhe atendeu o telefone. A conversa flui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Sabes Afonso, temos uma sala "nova" mudamos. Temos uma piscina de bolas, mesa de areia... ... ... ( Contava ao amigo as novas novidades até que começou a perguntar-lhe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Estás no "Monte Gordo"? Andas de bicicleta? Tens ido a praia? À Piscina?... ... ... E quando vieres de férias estás tão Gordo como o Monte???????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351344620372458290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkPLlF__ezI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5v2WGhEuOtA/s320/IMG_0050.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/7581209132836437800-299836929869946895?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/299836929869946895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-saudades.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/299836929869946895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/299836929869946895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-saudades.html' title='As Saudades....'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkPLlF__ezI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5v2WGhEuOtA/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-5214775497001813915</id><published>2009-06-21T20:55:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:34:23.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintura com berlindes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Andamos, numa aventura de descoberta de novas técnicas de pintura.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350281111403762658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkAEUuW0E-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GYSaHUAiVJM/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje a Cuca pôs uma folha num "tabuleiro de ir ao forno". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Em cima deixou cair em cima da folha uns pingos grandes &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de tinta. No tabuleiro colocou 5 berlindes e começou a dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Berlindes para a direita- e nós tínhamos de virar o tabuleiro para a direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Berlindes para o fundo do tabuleiro- e nós tínhamos de inclinar o tabuleiro de modo a que os berlindes fossem para o fundo do tabuleiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6ZKq6ReSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/UpmQeExrmqE/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349881815959173410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6ZKq6ReSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/UpmQeExrmqE/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Estávamos encantados com os nossos trabalhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6ZKAJOe_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/OO5dALQQmec/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349881804479167474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6ZKAJOe_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/OO5dALQQmec/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na folha ficava marcado o percurso dos berlindes, consoante as cores onde os berlindes tinha passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VTIEBRdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sngGzO0TjDo/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349877563177125330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VTIEBRdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sngGzO0TjDo/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Mariana da casinha chamou a Cuca para ela ir "comer" o que tinha feito. É que a Cuca estava a brincar com a Mariana, a Mafalda e a Joana. E ela chamaram-na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VSx16R1I/AAAAAAAAAco/8TL303vnv-s/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349877557212366674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VSx16R1I/AAAAAAAAAco/8TL303vnv-s/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Cuca pediu à Maria que ficasse responsável pela pintura com os berlindes. A Maria punha a folha no tabuleiro, depois punha tinta, depois repeti-a o que a Cuca dizia antes às amigas "..... baixo.....direita.."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349877543617504850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VR_MpJlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TM0YOD2pxlI/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando acabávamos esta actividade íamos por a secar no corredor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349877531803313602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VRTL65cI/AAAAAAAAAcY/A1cP7tskiJU/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Á tarde a Mafalda e a Joana ajudaram a Carla e a Cuca, a apanhar os desenhos do chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não há dúvida que estamos a crescer,já ajudamos muito a Cuca e a Carla a apanhar os desenhos do chão, e a arruma-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VRHXLBsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bH8EgJCN4S4/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349877528629282498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sj6VRHXLBsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bH8EgJCN4S4/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&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/7581209132836437800-5214775497001813915?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/5214775497001813915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/pintura-com-berlindes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5214775497001813915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5214775497001813915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/pintura-com-berlindes.html' title='Pintura com berlindes'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SkAEUuW0E-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GYSaHUAiVJM/s72-c/IMG_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-8109565036655271667</id><published>2009-06-16T20:56:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:40:49.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós também temos "pegadas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjgAhG-HjsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2VFQsnD5TAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348025126309301954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjgAhG-HjsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2VFQsnD5TAQ/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ntem&lt;/span&gt;, quando fomos regar a horta vimos lá pegadas de animais, e também vimos que os nossos morangos estavam picados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estivemos a ver de quem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poderiam&lt;/span&gt; ser aquelas pegadas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriam do cão da Teresa? De um caracol? Das formigas? Bem, não conseguimos identificar muito bem, mas pelo estado dos morangos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picados&lt;/span&gt;, deu para perceber que o nosso amigo melro anda outra vez nos morangos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Através, desta descoberta pudemos observar que as diferentes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;espécies&lt;/span&gt; de animais têm "pés" diferentes, o que levou o Pedro a perguntar se também &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tínhamos&lt;/span&gt; "pegadas".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A conversa ficou por aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, esperava-nos uma surpresa... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O chão da nossa sala estava forrada de um papel branco. A Carla e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; foram à área das pinturas e trouxeram as tintas. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; pôs a música da "Primavera" do Vivaldi e mandou-nos descalçar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nós ficamos parados a olhar uns para os outros. O Tintim disse que não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;podia&lt;/span&gt; porque tinha uma bolha no pé que não o deixava andar, mas mal percebeu o que era já nem se lembrava da bolha, nem que lhe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doía&lt;/span&gt; o pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348025122982867170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjgAg6lCMOI/AAAAAAAAAbU/b_z7gkaukCg/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;A partir&lt;/span&gt; dai vejam com os vossos olhos o que estivemos a fazer? Só sei que rimos, sentimos (tivemos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;comichões&lt;/span&gt;, sentimos o frio da tinta, o quente da água) enfim sentimos algumas sensações que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;experimentamos&lt;/span&gt; no nosso dia a dia e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;identificamos&lt;/span&gt;-las, ou não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;andássemos&lt;/span&gt; nós a trabalhar, sensações, emoções etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348025105697979426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjgAf6L_vCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2HXbIinzULQ/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Andamos.M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ilhentas&lt;/span&gt; pegadas, de muitas cores, muitos tamanhos se cruzavam num "labirinto" de passos que se dão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sala, transforma-se num espaço de partilha, de trabalho cooperativo, num local de crescimento e de vivência em equipa, cada um assumindo a sua autênticidade, a sua liberdade, respeitando-nos como somos, e aceitando as diferenças .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348022879752689506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sjf-eV5SF2I/AAAAAAAAAas/iQ2K3Xy9Q9U/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348022884944730930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sjf-epPKWzI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Y5G5zan_6FM/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348025116697453170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjgAgjKeYnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/M04yFUr2F-A/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saltamos, escorregamos na tinta, corremos, olhamos espantados o resultado da nossa acção... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348022873980320178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sjf-eAZCubI/AAAAAAAAAak/CsqXcJmZR3E/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Francisco veio mais tarde, mas a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; quis que ele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; fizesse, não só para experimentar sensações como porque os seus passos faltavam no "registo da nossa equipa em pegadas" assim como dos meninos da sala que faltaram hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ninguém&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;insubtituivel&lt;/span&gt;... mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;subtituivel&lt;/span&gt; quando se trabalha num espírito de ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;UMA GRANDE EQUIPA EM QUE A COESÃO FAZ A FORÇA E A ALEGRIA DE VIVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348032639087469250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjgHWaQA4sI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4s22ETh_5KU/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7581209132836437800-8109565036655271667?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8109565036655271667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-tambem-temos-pegadas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8109565036655271667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8109565036655271667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-tambem-temos-pegadas.html' title='Nós também temos &quot;pegadas&quot;'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjgAhG-HjsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2VFQsnD5TAQ/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-5847973113237125580</id><published>2009-06-14T21:42:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:59:06.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela mordeu-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Depois, de termos iniciado o projecto da horta, foram feitas experiências e abordados assuntos relacionados com a vida das plantas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um dia o Simão explicou que tinha ido à biblioteca de Belém com a mãe, e que tinha visto numa enciclopédia que havia plantas que não bebiam água como a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; diz, mas que comem carne, ou seja, são carnívoras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As crianças olhavam para mim como que a pedir explicações, coisa que eu fiz. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Disse&lt;/span&gt;-lhes que realmente havia, mas que em Portugal não existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As crianças, dando largas à sua imaginação já diziam que, elas comiam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gormit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dinaussarios&lt;/span&gt;, enfim cada um tinha a sua versão de como seria as plantas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um dia, no recreio da hora do almoço, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Múpi&lt;/span&gt; foi a chorar ter com a Carla e disse-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Carla, está ali uma planta carnívora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Carla espantada, disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Múpi&lt;/span&gt;, aqui não há plantas carnívoras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Múpi&lt;/span&gt;, puxou pela mão da Carla e levou-a até ao canteiro das flores, e apontou para uma "planta" e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Foi, aquela que me mordeu, picou......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Carla olhou e viu uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ortiga&lt;/span&gt;, e disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Picou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Múpi&lt;/span&gt; disse então:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Picou porque eu fugi, mas é carnívora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347287295460380066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjVhds3gDaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9WSnHzwyKpQ/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-5847973113237125580?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/5847973113237125580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-mordeu-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5847973113237125580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5847973113237125580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-mordeu-me.html' title='Ela mordeu-me...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjVhds3gDaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9WSnHzwyKpQ/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-6505157124220031622</id><published>2009-06-13T23:24:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:22:10.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem será esta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esta semana a Margarida fez esta pintura. Quando acabou veio ter comigo e disse-me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; esta podias ser tu, mas não és... Gosto muito de ti, mas também gosto da ... Ela é loira e tu não. Quando é que ela vem passear connosco? Quando podemos ir outra vez à escola dela? Mandas-lhe esta pintura minha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ontem quando estava a organizar as fotografias para arrumar deparei com esta da pintura, e lembrei-me que tinha dito à Margarida que lhe ia mandar esta pintura, e então lembrei-me de a por no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Este também pode ser utilizado para enviar "algo" às pessoas que marcaram a nossa vida este ano lectivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;É bom ter uma amiga como ela, apesar de ela não estar há muito tempo ela tem sempre um lugar muito especial na nossa sala e nos nossos corações. Aparece sempre.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Obrigado pela Tua Amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meninos da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346948253702204610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjQtG35QrMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/D8ManIkDFSg/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-6505157124220031622?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/6505157124220031622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-sera-esta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/6505157124220031622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/6505157124220031622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-sera-esta.html' title='Quem será esta?'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjQtG35QrMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/D8ManIkDFSg/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-7264697702075139852</id><published>2009-06-12T21:20:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:25:48.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose. O ciclo completo, os bichinhos da seda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos dias que se seguiram à visita da ProfªAna Gaspar, continuamos a observar os nossos bichinhos da seda.Eles demoraram 2 dias a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transformar&lt;/span&gt;-se em casulo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós sabemos que dentro do casulo está a ninfa, a transformar-se...em borboleta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLBXAS3RII/AAAAAAAAAZs/8R0xav9iN-I/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548308602471554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLBXAS3RII/AAAAAAAAAZs/8R0xav9iN-I/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Finalmente dos casulos começaram a sair as borboletas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLAxZDEkbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lHtjLQdUHW8/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547662412091826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLAxZDEkbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lHtjLQdUHW8/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Desde o momento que as larvas se transformaram em casulo, até sair a borboleta demorou 20 dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Borboletas começaram a por ovos depois morreram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLAwyx-5uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_lcwe5zS_Wo/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547652139869922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLAwyx-5uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_lcwe5zS_Wo/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A Profª Ana disse-nos que demorava aproximadamente 2 semanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547648960003522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLAwm71_cI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CKAmtYu6mNw/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então vimos e registamos no quadro, que uma semana são 7 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547645405404706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLAwZsXHiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KgXqG1YqlLI/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se uma semana são 7 dias, duas quantos serão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346545499202521490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK-zeduCZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PhzJsaX7VNI/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo a Maria, que desde o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;principio&lt;/span&gt; sempre disse, 2 semanas, são 14 dias, então...os nossos bichinhos da seda demoraram mais 6 dias , mas como a Profª Ana nos disse "era aproximadamente" o que quer dizer, que pode ser uns dias antes ou depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346545491253608194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK-zA2jPwI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KVB2IRIeBmA/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observamos a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ultima&lt;/span&gt; fase da metamorfose completa, ou seja, a borboleta a por os ovos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK-y7CJmHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5A2aJlu0hhw/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346545489691646066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK-y7CJmHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5A2aJlu0hhw/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;concluímos&lt;/span&gt; que: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os bichinhos fazem o casulo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do casulo sai a borboleta. A borboleta põe os ovos, e percebemos que isto é um ciclo pois destes ovos, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; disse-nos que para o ano, na altura da Primavera, vão sair outra vez larvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346545479715972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK-yV3w5wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZUqiTjr0N8M/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E então começamos, a fazer um trabalho de registo de todas as fases que vimos. Os mais velhos podiam desenhar o que quisessem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543350710179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK82atOlRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mmNZsDGOOXA/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Borboletas, casulos, larvas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346545475122091986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK-yEwf19I/AAAAAAAAAYc/de0bYyEwBGQ/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os mais pequenos observaram bem os ovos, e viram que eles eram pequeninos e amarelos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543357766086946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK820_fMSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JWmhPrZOXeI/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois desenharam o que tinham observado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543353685636370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK82lyodRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WsWY6aGwwmk/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A seguir recortamos, as borboletas, as larvas, os casulos, e os ovos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543343847323698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK82BI_uDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SF0JSQTwoU0/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E juntamos todos os recortes, ou seja, fizemos o conjunto das borboletas, o conjunto das larvas, o conjunto ovos, e dos casulos, ninfas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543341464656066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK814Q7GMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/tu26Z22LE4U/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E colamos numa cartolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346541063577367762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6xSeRdNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hm2Pf5pNwqY/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; escreveu num papel : Ovo, Larva, Ninfa, Borboleta, e nós copiamos no computador.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabemos que as vogais, no nosso teclado do computador, são lilás e as consoantes são verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6xE4XmKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BnN00USRWxk/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346541059928725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6xE4XmKI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BnN00USRWxk/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Seguidamente, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; disse para pormos uma seta azul de um conjunto a outro consoante a ordem que observamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6w7LYqDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RphlmqPiAM8/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346541057324132402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6w7LYqDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RphlmqPiAM8/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; E que foi respeitada quando colamos os conjuntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6wgGz4BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HnTarTdBBDc/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346541050057187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6wgGz4BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HnTarTdBBDc/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim em grupo, grandes e pequeninos fizemos um registo das fase da metamorfose, e vimos que elas estão todas interligadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6wQuik2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/xPl6OSTU94U/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346541045928858466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjK6wQuik2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/xPl6OSTU94U/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Aprendemos muito, com visita da Profª Ana Gaspar, mas com os bichinhos nós pudemos observar, registar, e concluir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim vamos "dominando o mundo que nos rodeia" com base na observação que nos leva a uma melhor compreensão, dos factos da natureza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-7264697702075139852?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/7264697702075139852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/metamorfose-o-ciclo-completo-os.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7264697702075139852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7264697702075139852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/metamorfose-o-ciclo-completo-os.html' title='Metamorfose. O ciclo completo, os bichinhos da seda...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjLBXAS3RII/AAAAAAAAAZs/8R0xav9iN-I/s72-c/IMG_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-7795585077785171267</id><published>2009-06-12T20:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:02:08.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte Gordo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje o Afonso vinha feliz para a escola. Ele vai entrar de férias e  vai para o Algarve com a Inês e a Mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Entrou na sala e comunicou a toda a gente, tendo depois, ido para a Biblioteca ler livros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sabem hoje só fomos 5 meninos à escola por isso estivemos calmamente nas áreas, a brincar e a conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;De repente o Afonso diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Ó &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;, o monte come muita areia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; sem perceber a que ele se estava a referir diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Qual monte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ao que ele responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- O do Algarve, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;, eu vou para o "Monte Gordo"!!!!!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346532426919458514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjKy6kakNtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lHmxyQ9T4gw/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-7795585077785171267?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/7795585077785171267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/monte-gordo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7795585077785171267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/7795585077785171267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/monte-gordo.html' title='Monte Gordo....'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SjKy6kakNtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lHmxyQ9T4gw/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-2206610871213019467</id><published>2009-06-07T21:19:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:46:30.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>QUINTA DA MONTANHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omos&lt;/span&gt; à Quinta da Montanha em Mafra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344704911603222210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siw0zLVlRsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/399Czznz8ek/s320/024.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tivemos tanto azar que nesse dia choveu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;torrencialmente&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siw0zO7U0QI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mSUoz55cAZY/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344704912566833410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siw0zO7U0QI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mSUoz55cAZY/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim fizemos actividades:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siw0yxOpUVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kc3pI6nBbt4/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344704904594805074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siw0yxOpUVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kc3pI6nBbt4/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Estivemos num atelier de cheiros, onde tivemos de identificar cheiros que estavam dentro de um frasco. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwyn3sEjbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/m27LefUBb1E/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344702518327020978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwyn3sEjbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/m27LefUBb1E/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A seguir fizemos um desenho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwynuggYpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/RRpNp1QKGew/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344702515862594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwynuggYpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/RRpNp1QKGew/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A chuva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abrandou&lt;/span&gt; e fomos ver os animais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwynUu-W4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/YMfnyRIXe_E/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344702508943956866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwynUu-W4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/YMfnyRIXe_E/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A mula... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwynROOHQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MqgunBC_3m4/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344702508001271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwynROOHQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MqgunBC_3m4/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cavalo anão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwym_ko0-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/bC12hpfpPeY/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344702503263458274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwym_ko0-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/bC12hpfpPeY/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As vacas, as ovelhas, o coelho... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwwM-fvtnI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tqVmfuwBCEI/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344699857274648178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwwM-fvtnI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tqVmfuwBCEI/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Á tarde fizemos pão, com a ajuda da Mónica, a nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monitora&lt;/span&gt;, e a Srª Ana que estava encarregue do forno. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwwMBMe8OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/w78Q067ivUY/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344699840819294434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwwMBMe8OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/w78Q067ivUY/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Estávamos&lt;/span&gt; felizes... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344717833309432258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SixAjUcaqcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2UYBs39lRao/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwwLyX5HjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1-lrh3NhEqE/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344699836840615474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwwLyX5HjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1-lrh3NhEqE/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; E muito empenhados... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345059205760933922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Si13Bz7P4CI/AAAAAAAAAW8/azjjjMFhb0k/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em fazer o pão, para levarmos para casa... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwuGae7k7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Qe3399-uamw/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344697545505084338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwuGae7k7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Qe3399-uamw/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fizemos&lt;/span&gt; um montinho com a farinha, onde a Mónica deitou fermento líquido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345057726292167282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Si11rseaCnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/voBYoDn28n8/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois, a pouco e pouco a Mónica deitava água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344716324903647538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siw_LhMc-TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/C6N-9GRJUbI/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;íamos&lt;/span&gt; amassando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344697532045976322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwuFoWB4wI/AAAAAAAAATs/t6FVbjwPzoQ/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Até a massa descolar das nossas mãos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwuFSwiyxI/AAAAAAAAATk/-BALPwamcrc/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344697526251604754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwuFSwiyxI/AAAAAAAAATk/-BALPwamcrc/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwr851hUsI/AAAAAAAAATM/pcmya46hzpo/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344695183099384514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwr851hUsI/AAAAAAAAATM/pcmya46hzpo/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwr8aqZAqI/AAAAAAAAATE/CiStNc0OIg8/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344695174731203234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwr8aqZAqI/AAAAAAAAATE/CiStNc0OIg8/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344695169374827778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwr8GtVNQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jrz7d6OjfzU/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As nossas mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwpr7DdTKI/AAAAAAAAASs/WPA9BEmxoAo/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344692692345244834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwpr7DdTKI/AAAAAAAAASs/WPA9BEmxoAo/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwprnKH6eI/AAAAAAAAASk/_0CKIGQbmzI/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344692687004494306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwprnKH6eI/AAAAAAAAASk/_0CKIGQbmzI/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No final a Mónica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt; 2 rodelas de chouriço e nós embrulhamos o pão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwprNlvgXI/AAAAAAAAASc/qwY4N4pIljI/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344692680141013362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiwprNlvgXI/AAAAAAAAASc/qwY4N4pIljI/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois foi ao forno. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwpq3NbbhI/AAAAAAAAASU/FsGNK_OxExg/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344692674133454354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siwpq3NbbhI/AAAAAAAAASU/FsGNK_OxExg/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apesar de ter chovido foi um dia bem passado. Nós levamos o nosso saco de explorador para irmos para o campo procurar bichos, mas a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; disse-nos que com a chuva os animais estavam todos na sua casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-2206610871213019467?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/2206610871213019467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/quinta-da-montanha.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/2206610871213019467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/2206610871213019467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/quinta-da-montanha.html' title='QUINTA DA MONTANHA'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siw0zLVlRsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/399Czznz8ek/s72-c/024.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-8834798846366288754</id><published>2009-06-07T16:47:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:49:31.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA MUNDIAL DA CRIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para festejarmos o Dia Mundial da Criança, convidamos os nossos pais para virem fazer um piquenique connosco no nosso recreio, mas estávamos algo preocupados pois nos dias antes tinha chovido, será que nesse dia ia chover????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmyESlD_I/AAAAAAAAARs/YBFqJsWZPQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344619130624741362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmyESlD_I/AAAAAAAAARs/YBFqJsWZPQ0/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Amanheceu... O sol rompeu... O tempo melhorou... iupi podemos fazer o piquenique com os nossos pais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618474470964018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmL37U-zI/AAAAAAAAARU/mmmQYb7VY7w/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pedimos, que eles trouxessem: uma manta, um cesto recheado de coisas boas e "um saquinho de boa disposição".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618469250067698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmLkekbPI/AAAAAAAAARM/yNPdF5hNGu0/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Afinal é o nosso dia, nós merecemos...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344619126507193522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sivmx084RLI/AAAAAAAAARk/aCNgG3JLkJs/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Os nossos pais assim fizeram, só os do Miguel e os da Margarida não puderam vir, mas não fez mal, a Cuca e a Carla arranjaram logo uns "pais emprestados". A Margarida ficou com os vizinhos, ou seja os pais do Vicente. O Miguel foi convidado pela mãe do Gustavo ou não fosse ele o seu melhor amigo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344617379816089026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlMKBRJcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DsB2yi9MwT0/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Os pais iam chegando, e os nossos irmãos também... E iam escolhendo sítio para porem a toalha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618458299285154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmK7rsvqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N0KVeKleup0/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enquanto os nossos pais não chegávamos gostávamos de ir para a toalha dos nossos amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmxVG6NpI/AAAAAAAAARc/JH2Zre7aE-I/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618461036864146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmLF4Y4pI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9SzFUmnRzyw/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344619117959329426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmxVG6NpI/AAAAAAAAARc/JH2Zre7aE-I/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estávamos mesmo felizes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618467149485106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmLcpwFDI/AAAAAAAAARE/gMECDx-rJTY/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A boa disposição reinava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlM_8NqfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mqXjd3nisl4/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344617394290403826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlM_8NqfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mqXjd3nisl4/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eles tinham mesmo trazido "o saquinho da boa disposição"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlMg_-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GLceDUGVQaE/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344617385984681746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlMg_-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GLceDUGVQaE/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E esses pozinhos mágicos tinham-se espalhado pelo ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlMfjmHDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3f-sXjMDxlg/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344617385597213746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlMfjmHDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3f-sXjMDxlg/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Acabando o piquenique, fomos brincar um pouco, enquanto os nossos pais conversavam.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344617377224831698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivlMAXdstI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VpPyJBR0wpM/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;E depois, eis que chegou o momento tão esperado por nós, ou seja, o tão desejado presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkKvpII4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9eP7fqg1JjU/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344616256044016514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkKvpII4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9eP7fqg1JjU/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Que seria, que nos iam dar??? Surpresa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkKRd2sFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S43gGlVsj5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344616247943671890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkKRd2sFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S43gGlVsj5Y/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Quando é o dia da mãe ou do pai quem faz os presentes deles somos nós. Pois bem desta vez foi pedido aos pais para fazer um desenho numa rodela. Depois as nossas Educadoras mandaram fazer um crachá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkKM61vFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jE1mFl0fRcw/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344616246723066962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkKM61vFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jE1mFl0fRcw/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Os nossos pais são uns verdadeiros artistas, os nossos crachas estavam mesmo lindos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkJ-LyJkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IPZxcWVRKRE/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344616242767603266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkJ-LyJkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IPZxcWVRKRE/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Agora, o que se segue??? A Marta, mãe do Manuel Falcão foi ao Pavilhão do conhecimento e trouxe uns papeis que são dobragem de aviões que a Cuca não os conseguia montar, por isso e dado que nós à muito desejávamos os aviões a Cuca pôs os pais a dobrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkJjiulnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/A7mYovgFWjs/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344616235616081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivkJjiulnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/A7mYovgFWjs/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vejam só o jeito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344635181628199090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siv1YW8BELI/AAAAAAAAAR8/b-uHcAIDF7I/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivjPHdRLSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hl_qa2no5o4/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344615231644577058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivjPHdRLSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hl_qa2no5o4/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Também havia" quantos queres" para fazer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344640271425020834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siv6An6JI6I/AAAAAAAAASM/YVdvQ7iJS24/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A mãe do Vicente, deu-lhe um presente que muito nos encantou; um frasco com um tubo para fazer um formigueiro. Os nossos Pais têm seguido atentamente o nosso "Trabalho de Investigação" sobre os bichinhos que povoam o nosso recreio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivjOUdb65I/AAAAAAAAAPE/S2Dj-HQG_yc/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344615217955072914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivjOUdb65I/AAAAAAAAAPE/S2Dj-HQG_yc/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Acabamos o dia a fazer uma coisa que nós adoramos Explorar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivjOBQh-nI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rFROahRdoMs/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344615212800670322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivjOBQh-nI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rFROahRdoMs/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A toda a gente que tornou este dia tão especial o nosso obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Obrigado pelo tempo que nos dedicam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Obrigado por "terem posto tanto amor" nos variadíssimos momentos do nosso dia a dia, não só hoje, mas pelo que nos dedicam diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A vida é feita desses momentos, e assim com amor, vamos de certeza desenvolvendo aprendendo que a Vida é para se viver com alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ás nossas Familias... O NOSSO OBRIGADO &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344635183261864066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siv1YdBg0II/AAAAAAAAAR0/HhNlgCyvt9E/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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&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/7581209132836437800-8834798846366288754?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8834798846366288754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-mundial-da-crianca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8834798846366288754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8834798846366288754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-mundial-da-crianca.html' title='DIA MUNDIAL DA CRIANÇA'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SivmyESlD_I/AAAAAAAAARs/YBFqJsWZPQ0/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-5522507871385430608</id><published>2009-06-06T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:45:48.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Investigando a vida dos animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sabem,nós somos Investigadores!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aderimos ao Projecto da Câmara de Lisboa que se chama "Plantas e bichos de Lisboa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Este projecto, teve varias fases que um dia a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vos há-de contar, mas a partir do ínicio do projecto, na nossa sala existe uma área que é a das experiências, onde temos um saco de investigador com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bússolas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pinças, frascos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;micróscopios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;binóculos&lt;/span&gt;, enfim material que nos permite, além de realizar experiências, também explorar o nosso recreio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hoje, pedimos à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e levamos os frascos para o recreio. Encontramos corta-unhas na horta e apanhamos. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; falou-nos que cada animal tem o seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;habitá&lt;/span&gt; que há que respeitar, por isso pusemos no frasco um pouco de terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O Vicente e o Tintim encheram o frasco cheio do água. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; zangou-se com eles pois explicou que a água não faz parte do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;habitá&lt;/span&gt; dele por isso eles mataram os animais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O Vicente sentiu-se "incomodado"por ter morto os corta-unhas. O Tintim estava atentamente a ouvir a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, quando ela acabou de falar ele disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Ó &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, está sol e o corta-unhas tinha sede!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344300107181920530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SirEodWpERI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Jj8CeUzmbkY/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-5522507871385430608?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/5522507871385430608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/investigando-vida-dos-animais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5522507871385430608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5522507871385430608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/investigando-vida-dos-animais.html' title='Investigando a vida dos animais'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SirEodWpERI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Jj8CeUzmbkY/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-6826304942534950992</id><published>2009-06-06T10:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:45:16.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ó Cuca, o Vivaldi, sabia escrever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começou a Primavera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É dia de movimento. Hoje a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; disse-nos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;íamos&lt;/span&gt; fazer movimento ao som das " Quatro estações de Vivaldi" mais especificamente ao som da Primavera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relembramos o que acontece na Primavera,os passarinhos, as flores, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;árvores&lt;/span&gt; cheias de folhas etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Decidimos o que cada um queria ser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt; chegou a vez do Afonso dizer o que queria ser, ele olhou para a C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;uca&lt;/span&gt; e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ó &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; o Vivaldi sabia escrever??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao que a C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uca&lt;/span&gt; respondeu que sim. Não satisfeito com a resposta voltou a perguntar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Então se ele sabia porque é que cantou a Primavera, e não a escreveu?????&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344209944406257906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SipyoS1x8PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4I0N9a55bm4/s320/passeio+fim+do+ano+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-6826304942534950992?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/6826304942534950992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-cuca-o-vivaldi-sabia-escrever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/6826304942534950992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/6826304942534950992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-cuca-o-vivaldi-sabia-escrever.html' title='Ó Cuca, o Vivaldi, sabia escrever...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SipyoS1x8PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4I0N9a55bm4/s72-c/passeio+fim+do+ano+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-4729414608952284636</id><published>2009-06-06T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:02:17.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémios recebidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mana Xinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Obrigado pelos prémos que tem atribuido ao meu blog. A si o devo, por toda a paciência que tem tido para me ensinar a percorrer estes caminhos "informáticos" que para mim ainda são complicados de dominar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344135894020254242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiovR_p96iI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t_BY0BAM7lc/s320/Pr%C3%83%C2%A9mio%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344135895949296898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiovSG14xQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9Z-lHmZVFrg/s320/selo_escolinhadolapis%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344135900474431746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiovSXsw2QI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EId0WFauvf0/s320/o_meu_selinho%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-4729414608952284636?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4729414608952284636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/premios-recebidos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4729414608952284636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4729414608952284636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/premios-recebidos.html' title='Prémios recebidos...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiovR_p96iI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t_BY0BAM7lc/s72-c/Pr%C3%83%C2%A9mio%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-6435793638812638779</id><published>2009-06-05T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:15:12.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho de grupo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Depois da visita da Profª Ana Gaspar, e da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuca&lt;/span&gt; nos ter contado a história da "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lagartinha&lt;/span&gt; Comilona" iniciamos um trabalho de grupo que parecia que nunca mais tinha fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343720667286797234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sii1oniK-7I/AAAAAAAAALo/IYe-n6qpTGg/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343720660625078610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sii1oOt5OVI/AAAAAAAAALg/0Knj6HE-a_k/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Picotamos flores, colamos em cartolina, recortamos círculos, enrolamos papeis, pintámos cenário, enfim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fartamos&lt;/span&gt; de fazer coisas, o trabalho parecia nunca mais acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343718704008446946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siiz2VwIw-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/5r-liwtC0uI/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343720652701877074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sii1nxM2w1I/AAAAAAAAALY/rIo9MCAZAcE/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas como tudo na vida, tudo tem um principio, um meio e um fim, é preciso é ter calma e ser perserverante para atingir este tão esperado fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343718698737825362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Siiz2CHhdlI/AAAAAAAAALI/p4N2h2fNHn0/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343618710696125234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihY59osYzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/X5wVzqhIsLk/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hoje, começamos finalmente a colar tudo o que nós fizemos,num papel de cenário previamente pintado por nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343618715661746754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihY6QIlwkI/AAAAAAAAALA/KG5u079JCGk/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343617699460222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihX_GfRDSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZO5XjPqk7Do/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando acabamos ficamos tão orgulhosos que achamos que tinha valido a pena pois o nosso trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Está mesmo espectacular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343617038019046658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihXYmbZrQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SH18A7VqEYI/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-6435793638812638779?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/6435793638812638779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/trabalho-de-grupo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/6435793638812638779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/6435793638812638779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/trabalho-de-grupo.html' title='Trabalho de grupo'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Sii1oniK-7I/AAAAAAAAALo/IYe-n6qpTGg/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-699937568349097103</id><published>2009-06-04T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:11:19.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Educadora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihPHdLXHbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7N8keXswR84/s1600-h/menina30small.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343607947385052594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihPHdLXHbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7N8keXswR84/s320/menina30small.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia ao sair da escola, depois de um dia de muita agitação, de muita correria, em que houve mil coisas para tratar e outras que não tinha tido tempo e que levava para casa para fazer, chego ao recreio da escola, e vejo um grupo de crianças correr para mim, que me chama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Cucaaaaaaaa........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parei , abracei-os e disse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Até amanhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Manuel Falcão na sua inocência dos seus 5 anos acabados de fazer diz-me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Cuca, vais embora, não queres brincar mais connosco? Porquê, tens que ir trabalhar...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344199777783570210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SippYhOC3yI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bNU7gE_5yy0/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-699937568349097103?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/699937568349097103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-de-educadora.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/699937568349097103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/699937568349097103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-de-educadora.html' title='Vida de Educadora...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihPHdLXHbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7N8keXswR84/s72-c/menina30small.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-5625923927470881942</id><published>2009-06-04T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:04:26.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aqui estão os nossos primeiros prémios. Á Isabel agradecemos o carinho com que tem acompanhado os nossos "primeiros passos" no blog, incentivando-nos a seguir em frente, apesar de todas as lacunas que este ainda apresenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343597987489741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihGDtrRexI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ciVHz7HOLJA/s320/BearSign%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343597995594347218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihGEL3j8tI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LEsa3AW32h4/s320/5estrelas%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-5625923927470881942?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/5625923927470881942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/premios.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5625923927470881942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/5625923927470881942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/premios.html' title='Prémios...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SihGDtrRexI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ciVHz7HOLJA/s72-c/BearSign%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-2356073056387864629</id><published>2009-06-01T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:15:25.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baralhando histórias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cuca tem andado algo preguiçosa nestes últimos tempos... Talvez esteja cansada... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342476650398437202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiRKNTfRT1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9NZ-2Ezp3Jc/s320/bh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na semana passada, a Cuca leu-nos uma história, mas vejam só que ela já não se lembrava:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Da cor do Capuchinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que o Capuchinho ia a casa da avózinha levar bolinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que encontrou um lobo mau, e não uma girafa ou um cavalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bem estava mesmo baralhada, até nos disse que o Capuchinho foi a praça comprar molho de tomate, e que foi de eléctrico?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Vejam só de eléctrico. Acham que na floresta existia eléctrico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;BARALHOU HISTÓRIAS...mas não foi ela, foi um livro que ela comprou na feira do Livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A única coisa que ela baralhou foi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342488139551464082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiRUqD6z2pI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IVuXVGcelGg/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O placar das tarefas, mas explicou-nos que esta na altura de começarmos a partilhar responsabilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;E assim vamos crescendo aprendendo a partilhar, a interajudar-nos, a responsabilizarmo-nos. E, então, passo a passo, devagarinho vamos ajudando a construir um mundo melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-2356073056387864629?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/2356073056387864629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/baralhando-historias.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/2356073056387864629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/2356073056387864629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/06/baralhando-historias.html' title='Baralhando histórias...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SiRKNTfRT1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9NZ-2Ezp3Jc/s72-c/bh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-4903167722631600296</id><published>2009-05-24T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:53:59.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mãe da Múpi veio à nossa sala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm6OuwhDsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Gk5RHBWF6B0/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339503595456892610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm6OuwhDsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Gk5RHBWF6B0/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Mãe da Múpi, veio à nossa sala, plantar feijões connosco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1-Deu um copo de vidro a cada um de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm6OGlk1TI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hiMxG40WfMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339503584673584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm6OGlk1TI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hiMxG40WfMQ/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Deu &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;algodão&lt;/span&gt; a cada um de nós e mandou-nos fazer a "caminha" para por os feijões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm6NzWnyzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2HxllWDaqpc/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339503579510590258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm6NzWnyzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2HxllWDaqpc/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.Nós, os grandes já sabemos contar, a Mãe da Múpi disse-nos para pormos 4 feijões no copo...... o Kiko, o Tintim, a Mafalda, o Pedro, o Francisco Dias, que são pequeninos e não sabem contar puseram mais do que 4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339501707810289234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm4g2uftlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LZbLQjD6Gdg/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.A seguir tapamos os feijões para estes não terem frio...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm4hXYjSRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t6lx0XKWEqA/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339501716576618770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm4hXYjSRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t6lx0XKWEqA/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5.Deitamos um pouco de água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm4hONpCSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WTWvC_IDglQ/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339501714114939170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm4hONpCSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WTWvC_IDglQ/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6.Cada um de nós, fez um desenho, num papel pequenino, e a Cuca colou no nosso copo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339520021467757570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShnJK2ar_AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d_WVDDmUyjM/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Todos os dias, vimos se o algodão ainda está húmido, se está não regamos, senão está pomos um pingo de água, mas não muita para não estragar os feijões como fizemos aos bolbos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518675878316978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShnH8htKi7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_teStqEofF0/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;A Cuca contou-nos a história do "Joãozinho e o Feijoeiro Mágico". Será que iremos trepar pelos nossos feijoeiros, enfrentar um gigante para podermos ter uma galinha com ovos de ouro??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518682146823186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShnH85DsXBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cjVWGCjKL5A/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-4903167722631600296?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/4903167722631600296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/mae-da-mupi-veio-nossa-sala.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4903167722631600296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/4903167722631600296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/mae-da-mupi-veio-nossa-sala.html' title='A Mãe da Múpi veio à nossa sala'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/Shm6OuwhDsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Gk5RHBWF6B0/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-8361855731701523000</id><published>2009-05-24T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:13:49.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose dos insectos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShhtVrTPT0I/AAAAAAAAABw/U8nFDRHeAAM/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339137577415823170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShhtVrTPT0I/AAAAAAAAABw/U8nFDRHeAAM/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Ana Gaspar, professora do 2º ciclo da EB 2+3 Paula Vicente, veio à nossa sala, falar-nos da "Metamorfose dos insectos"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339265334283153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShjhiGuBL1I/AAAAAAAAADo/XmyePpjaWXg/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explicou-nos a Metamorfose dos bichinhos da seda... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339265321202985826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShjhhV_dq2I/AAAAAAAAADY/0AszyG0lExY/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trouxe-nos bichinhos da seda, para vermos e observarmos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339265326875873106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShjhhrH_D1I/AAAAAAAAADg/weUK5TAT_Xk/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Tintim, que é o chefe da sala esta semana, mostrou-nos os bichinhos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339265345660021314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShjhixGeakI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iwQGO4Z1IJs/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto a Ana continuava a explicar-nos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339265341756260626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShjhiijvwRI/AAAAAAAAADw/XIMgY2IpDJE/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Carolina, filha da Ana, que veio com ela, ia pondo o bichinho na nossa mão.Sabem alguns de nós tivemos medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339267081227537970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShjjHymBDjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3KVO2efb2a0/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Os Bichinhos estavam tão grandes, que não nos deram tempo de os vermos bem; começaram logo a tecer o fio de seda para fazer o casulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ana explicou-nos que os bichinhos se transformam em ninfas dentro do casulo e que daqui a duas semanas, que pelas contas da Maria são 14 dias ,saem de dentro do casulo borboletas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, esperamos ansiosamente que estes dias passem, e prometemos que vamos registar a sua evolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queremos também ver se o bichinho teceu assim tanto fio como nos foi dito. A Ana disse-nos que o fio de um casulo dava para ir da nossa escola até aos pasteis de Belém...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339267086383640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShjjIFzU71I/AAAAAAAAAEI/BwJXf_VIZjE/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prometemos registar para poderem seguir com atenção a evolução do que a Ana nos disse ser um ciclo de "Metamorfose completa"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-8361855731701523000?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/8361855731701523000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/metamorfose-dos-insectos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8361855731701523000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/8361855731701523000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/metamorfose-dos-insectos.html' title='Metamorfose dos insectos'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShhtVrTPT0I/AAAAAAAAABw/U8nFDRHeAAM/s72-c/IMG_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-9125199439787095425</id><published>2009-05-24T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:32:58.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasceu um blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShlHnDUALRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DddiptGzDao/s1600-h/palito1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339377569454107922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShlHnDUALRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DddiptGzDao/s320/palito1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há muito tempo que vinha a desejar ter um blog mas... sinto-me fraca, sem forças, sózinha, perdida, com medo, insegura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; e tudo isto me paraliza não me deixando seguir em frente; não só nestes pequenos pormenores, como em quase tudo na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parei... Não consegui-a avançar. O tempo foi passando, e nada. Sem dar por isso fui instalando numa vida comoda de um dia a dia rotineiro ... até que uma grande amiga minha com A GRANDE surgiu na minha vida, baloiçando-a, estremecendo-a e obriga-la a dar uma reviravolta, e esse alguém foi você XINHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado, pelo "desafio que me lançou". Obrigado pelo seu exemplo de coragem, pela sua enorme capacidade de compartilhar, de ajudar, de ouvir, de entender, e até de me levar a pensar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consigo, aprendi que apesar de todas as barreiras que se levantem, a força de vontade e a persistência ajudam a vence-las.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consigo, reaprendi a fazer da vida um cântico de louvor e a dizer "Eis-me aqui Senhor faça-se em mim a tua vontade",q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ue eu saiba com Maria e por Maria, entregar-me plenamente nas tuas mãos Meu Deus e Senhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por tudo isto o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBRIGADO MANA MAIS VELHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7581209132836437800-9125199439787095425?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/9125199439787095425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/nasceu-um-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/9125199439787095425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/9125199439787095425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/nasceu-um-blog.html' title='Nasceu um blog...'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShlHnDUALRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DddiptGzDao/s72-c/palito1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581209132836437800.post-1951309581140566683</id><published>2009-05-19T07:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:39:59.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comemorações 50 anos do Cristo Rei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShgN6TK7ChI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tiwsHkfWgnY/s1600-h/n%C2%AA+senhora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339032653477382674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShgN6TK7ChI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tiwsHkfWgnY/s320/n%C2%AA+senhora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eis que Maria vem ao Santuário do seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;filho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, mais do que nunca continua a dizer-nos como na passagem da bíblia que nos conta o episódio das Bodas de Cana " Fazei tudo o que ele vos dizer."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixemo-nos conduzir por Maria até ao Sagrado Coração de Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que a sua benção caia sobre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7581209132836437800-1951309581140566683?l=dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/feeds/1951309581140566683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/comemoracoes-50-anos-do-cristo-rei.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1951309581140566683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7581209132836437800/posts/default/1951309581140566683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dashistoriasnascemhistoriascuca.blogspot.com/2009/05/comemoracoes-50-anos-do-cristo-rei.html' title='Comemorações 50 anos do Cristo Rei'/><author><name>cuca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12354540422953904613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/SqVThtm6DaI/AAAAAAAAApc/L7sAS90rlDc/S220/DSC03051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbEGqgaEMHk/ShgN6TK7ChI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tiwsHkfWgnY/s72-c/n%C2%AA+senhora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
