<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461</id><updated>2012-01-26T02:57:13.319-08:00</updated><category term='friend fun'/><category term='moving'/><category term='bebelle'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEB1GmB23I/AAAAAAAAAdg/4ANTxRYkaiA/s320/n193307312_33153820_6102.jpg'/><category term='belly pic'/><category term='funk'/><category term='news'/><category term='family'/><category term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Nossa Velha Infancia...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-1584960198285131843</id><published>2011-12-05T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:10:03.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birth story- JULIE</title><content type='html'>For those of you that are not familiar with hypnobabies terms here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;- Pressure waves = contractions&lt;br /&gt;-birthing time = labor&lt;br /&gt;-transformation = transition&lt;br /&gt;-practice waves = false labor/braxton hicks&lt;br /&gt;- BOP = bubble of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have wanted to share this for a long time. I needed to do it before the details slip my mind, like Bia's birth :)&lt;br /&gt;On my due date- november 21st- I was hoping I would have some sign of labor...I mean, my two other girls arrived ON their due date....so even though I knew the chances were slim I still wanted to see little Julie ASAP! :)&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of waiting for things to happen naturally but I have to admit that I wondered if I would EVER go into labor....One thing you have to understand about living in Brazil is that people start asking you why you haven't scheduled a c-section once you start approaching 40 weeks...I was SO bothered by it, that I vowed not to go to church november 27th had little Julie not made an appearance. I could not keep a straight face about people's comments any more!!! and I was NOT inducing this baby either....I had to trust my body!&lt;br /&gt;Did I already mention how much more I enjoyed this pregnancy??Yes! It was because I had a miscarriage back in January and things seemed sweeter this time around and I took every movement and week as a miracle and a blessing. I actually got to the point of thanking the Lord for making me see that I can't control anything and how much I depend on Him. Gotta love how we need a good "shaking" as a reality check. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 38 I started to feel the pressure waves pick up in strength, but still nothing major. By week 39 those PW's were getting stronger, but I knew they were only Braxton Hicks. Week 40 came and then I really started to feel them at a whole new level. It was great! I was SO EXCITED, because I knew it was all prodomal work :)&lt;br /&gt;My body was working well. I had my membranes stripped twice. Once on week 39 and once on week 40 by my OB (pre natal work was done by my OB and the birth would be done by my midwife). I asked for it. Which now looking back was probably not even necessary, but I wanted something done. I knew I wasn't effaced at all, but I also knew I was probably dilated to at least a 2 on week 40. When I got my membranes stripped on week 40 I was right on! 2 cm dilated and about 50% effaced.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that this being my 3rd vaginal birth, as soon as contractions picked up I was efface and dilate all at the same time and fast. So I didn't want any vaginal exams like I had with the other ones. Also because those make me anxious and are not helpful at all. I had my membranes stripped for the first time at 39 weeks and 5 days....so I was proud for holding off for that long. Anxiety got the best of me though.... I knew I was the one that had to dictate what happened to my pregnancy because my OB loved to interfere with birthing (episiotomies, epidurals and whatever else you can think of). I knew he loved to intervene with nature and I knew I had to show him I was sure of my decisions and my body. Because once he saw an ounce of doubt he would probably shove interventionism down my throat :) And I was sticking to my guts this time. I was determined to have the birth of my dreams in a country that had everything against it. I guess I work better when challenged that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add that when I went to the OB at 40 weeks and 3 days he suggested I had a favorable cervix and that I could induce. I told him I thought I was ok and that nature would take it's course. It made me nervous though....and I hope and hoped that this baby would come soon before I had to fight the world to hold off...I was willing to go all the way to 43 weeks with close monitoring. I even had an ultrasound done the same day as my appointment to make sure placenta was working right and the baby was ok. Everything looked fine and measurements were indicating she was 39 weeks. So we were still good and I was relieved that I didn't have a "medical"reason to induce, cuz I would darn sure fight it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned before how I wanted to have my baby with my midwife Ana Cris and also a homebirth. Everything was in place for that up until 35 weeks. Where we had an ultrasound and she told me Julie would have to have some exams done after birth and that she&amp;nbsp;recommended&amp;nbsp;a hospital birth simply because my insurance could deny to pay for those exams because of the homebirth. Natural birth is already ground breaking enough in Brazil imagine a homebirth!! I was considered pretty crazy!!!! I wasn't even mentioning it to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I felt secure she was looking at my best interest and trusted her. I gave up my homebirth simply because I knew I couldn't afford to pay for the exams without an insurance and I didn't want more problems in my life (fighting with the insurance company). So we decided on the hospital birth. We birthed at the São Luís Hospital. The hospital I chose was the best I would be able to find for a natural birth in São Paulo though. They only have an 87% c-section rate :) hahahahahaha. But I had learned from research and from the forum I participate, and meetings from women that are activist on natural birthing that what really matters is the TEAM you choose to have with you at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;If you bring a team that has the same views as you do, they can choose not to follow the hospital protocols. Which doesn't happen if you get there and use the OB/GYN on call that night. So I knew I had to bring my team with me in order to have experience I wanted to have. ( And BTW next pregnancy will be my homebirth ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my due date was behind me I started to get anxious and bothered and wondered when this little girl would like to make an appearance. November 24th came and it was thanksgiving. I LOVE thanksgiving and I was overwhelmed by the messages of gratitude...so I decided to say a prayer of gratitude at night before going to bed. I poured out my heart for every single thing that made me thankful. Julie being full term, being pregnant again and enjoying motherhood with all my heart, the opportunity to be home with my girls and teach them and watch them grow, to be close to my family, Bia and Izzy healthy and jumping around and occasionally driving me nuts, Mat's job, a roof over our head, plenty of food and so on....I was truly able to find SO MUCH to be thankful for. I began to cry. You know when your heart is full and you just can't handle so much joy? that's how I felt!!!! I was at peace. I knew she would come when she was ready (even though I did not pray about that specific issue, I just wanted to show gratitude to the Lord).&lt;br /&gt;Even though this past year and a half has been really challenging financially for us and we have learned more than we could ask for I have to admit it was hard to take the leap of faith and get pregnant. I mean, not hard for me. You are reading a blog from someone who would get pregnant tomorrow again. I LOVE pregnancy and having babies. So it wasn't a challenge for me to accept the feelings I had, but it was hard for my husband. It took him a great amount of faith and time to accept that we were going to have a baby while in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law came to stay with me the day before my due date to help me out with the girls...and it was wonderful to have someone helping me on my very difficult days. The last week before I had Julie I was SO TIRED and my belly felt so heavy. It was a bit frustrating to want to get things done and my body just didn't "obey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really gun-ho about not having a doctor interfere with my birth, so I planned with Ana Cris (my wonderful midwife) that she would come to my house once birthing kicked in to check me because we didn't want us to get to the hospital before it was really birthing time- remember vaginal births are RARE in private hospitals here). I was having a lot of prodomal work on Saturday though, so she kept calling to check on me and I thought that was the sweetest thing ever. I knew I was in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday night she volunteered to come to my house and check me. I was 3 cm dilated and somewhat effaced, but not really in labor. (I guess I figured that one out ;) ). She asked to take some medicine to take the edge off and try to sleep. I was tired because I hadn't been able to sleep well (or long) the two previous nights. So I went to bed at midnight and prayed I could have a good and full night of sleep. I asked Mat for a blessing too. So I was sure nothing was going to happen that night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:36 am (yes! I got 3 hours of sleep! yikes!!!)I woke up with a massive pressure wave, and then had 8 PW's one after the other (they were between 2-8 minutes apart). I knew it was my birthing time because they came with a breath taking strength. I was having a hard time keeping my focus and relaxing during the waves. So I woke Mat and told him to call Ana Cris. He called her and I think when she heard how close they were she didn't think coming to my house was an option. She said she would meet us at the hospital. We left close to 5 am and met her there.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting a pressure waves as I was trying to get out of the car....at this point I was able to focus well. I was in the back of the car (the front was too uncomfortable + Mat stopped at my parent's house to pick up my mom. I think she got ready at a record time- she was outside of her building and she looked way good for so early in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the hospital I was able to focus more thru the waves and they became more managable. We went to the triage room and they had to monitor the baby for 15 minutes. Ana Cris was the one to take charge, and I will forever love her for it. Midwives in Brazil don't have the autonomy to check you into a hospital, but she has done so many births there, and she was pretty much my right arm, that it didn't matter. The nurses were great and did not bother us. They just let her roll...so she connected the monitors, she was the one to check me when I got there...and surprise! I was at a 5 :))))))&lt;br /&gt;Once the paper work was ready, Mat was signed in, and the insurance gave the ok for my stay at the hospital they let us go up to labor and delivery. I was able to walk there, and stopped between waves leaning myself against Ana Cris.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were at L&amp;amp;D they had a room ready for us. She said she didn't want that room because the tub was too small. So they started setting up the second room they had :) It was SO NICE! The ceiling had little lights that looked like stars. You could dim the lights too. The tub was round and was a pretty good size. It also had a red/purple light in it...don't know what it was for...but I thought it was cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worried that I would not be able to get into the tub before I had Julie...but I this point things were just so calm and quiet. Ana Cris asked me how I was feeling and I said I was hungry. She brought me "pão de queijo", a sandwich and some orange juice (it's my favorite!). I tried eating some, but was not able to finish it all. At that point I was feeling nauseous. Oh wait.....before the food got there...I was just laying on the couch they had in the room, and I would get on my knees during waves....when the food got there I went to the birthing ball and was trying to get comfortable with it....but it really wasn't my thing....the ball was small and I didn't feel any support....&lt;br /&gt;Ana Cris wanted me to wait until I was at a 7 before I got to the tub. She checked me again...and there it was....7...and I didn't feel like I was suffering at all. The waves were COMPLETELY manageable...and I was just waiting for the shaking and transformation to hit at that point. I was excited to get to the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I changed and got to the tub ( I was still worried that Ana Cris was able to see my butt at that point, but I figured she would look at worse things....so I just walked to the tub with my top on- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Mat and my mom were also in the room. My mom was the one to help me change from the dress I was wearing to my top) They also had Mat and my mom change to salmon/orange scrubs...they looked professional and matchy matchy....it was way cute! They also had bracelets, and the nurses were asking me to check my name and the bracelet I would be wearing because the number on it would have to match Julie's bracelet.....ok....so.....where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yeah! I got to the tub and it was heaven....it was so relaxing.....even though the waves were totally manageable before I got in, it was nice to relax in really warm water. I enjoyed being in the water and I thought Julie would be coming soon....so I took turns singing between waves. By singing I mean "ahuuuuuu" in deep sounds....for some reasons those were very helpful....I would change how deep my voice was as I felt that it was helping open up my bottom....I also imagined getting to 10 cm and dilating. I would think "open, open, open..."and soon the waves were gone....every time one hit I would get on to my singing...and it was SO NICE and RELAXING....it took my mind from the waves, and I was able to focus on my body and know what needed to be done. I also took turns on all fours, leaning on my side, on my back....whatever felt comfortable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I got into the tub after 7 am, and then I lost track of time....I realized it was taking longer than &amp;nbsp;I expected though, so when I checked the clock it was 10:30 am. At that point I thought the baby would be in my arms already. So I asked for Ana Cris and told her I thought it was taking too long, I wanted to be checked again and wanted to understand what was going on. &amp;nbsp;She said everything was great, but I was anxious and wanted to get things moving.&lt;br /&gt;The pressure waves were coming more frequently, but they were still manageable but I was getting tired with little sleep. I was able to relax so much between waves that I would begin to fall asleep and when another PW came I would wake right up....so THAT was making me tired....&lt;br /&gt;Ana Cris said that when she checked my cervix, it was pretty much gone. Soft as butter. So she said as she held the cervix open, if I pushed the baby would drop completely and I would finish dilation. She said that would only be possible because the cervix of someone who had multiple births before is very different from a cervix that hasn't gone thru it. My membranes (water) was still intact (it was thick) and it was cushioning the waves A LOT! At first my midwife didn't want to break my water....we agreed on no interventions....but as I began to get tired I asked for the membranes to be ruptured. Julie's head was way down in the birth canal and I was already at a 7. AC thought I would dilate immediately after the membranes were ruptured...and that is what happened I think, because the baby was born a few minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it I had waited out my the waves would pick up, or if I left the tub...but to be honest I was afraid of leaving the tub (+ I was tired) and the pain that it would come with it ( I know, whimp!) so I decided to stay in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;While in the tub Ana Cris had me alternate between waves on all fours (to help dilation) and on my back (floating) so she could do her little maneuver and the baby would drop as dilation was going on....we did those a few times...and she said "ok, let's get out of the tub and let gravity help you out". I immediately obeyed and we went to the birthing stool. Ana Cris was sitting on the floor right in front of me....&lt;br /&gt;Once I got to the birthing stool I felt the waves coming with more intensity, but I was still fine and could manage the waves really well....once my midwife was getting the cervix out of the way, THAT was unconfortable. She said that in two waves the baby would be crowing....and lo and behold....she was right....I felt Julie coming down with a couple of long waves (plus a few short ones in between while we were waiting for the longer ones to hit) After the two long waves we had been waiting for she said "jump back to the tub"and there I was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok pause here: The pediatrician who had come to talk to me just a couple of hours before Julie arrived was back in the room. She was so adorable and I immediatly liked her. I had talked to her on the phone and thru email. But has never seen her. She was so different from the other pediatricians I had met. She is called a "pediatra humanizada"which literally translates to "humanized pediatrician"....It basically means she is respectful, trusts nature, is not an interventionist, believes in mother-baby contact immediately after birth, no cord clamping until it stops pulsating, no tests of any kind until mom is done bonding with baby, loves natural birth, and does not take any insurance because they don't pay well and she wants to be able to take time with her patients and care WELL for them....it's a new wave in Brazil and people have been looking more and more for the "humanized" doctors.&lt;br /&gt;My OB had also walked into the room and was just smiling and looking at me, I wanted to say "hi and welcome" but I was deep in the birthing zone and I was just happy to see him smile at me. I want to believe he was amazed, but deep down I also wondered if he was thinking "crazy lady could have taken an epidural" HAHAHAHAHA...it didn't matter because I never even THOUGHT about an epidural during the process. I never even considered it....he was respectful and was just watching the whole process and smiling....&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of having him the room was to have him sign the hospital papers saying he was there after Ana Cris was done (remember I told you midwives have no autonomy in hospitals here??it's a shame!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pediatrician and OB were in the room as I was in the birthing stool. Once I moved to the tub I was waiting for the next wave to hit and it came like a MOTHER....no other way to describe it....I was pushing involuntarily. First big push I was howling like a bear, or maybe a lioness? don't know. I didn't notice until Julie was born. I only noticed my throat was hurting and I knew I made some deep sounds. So I asked Mat if I yelled and he said I howled. I wasn't screaming or out of control at all. I hope howling is the right word to describe it. But it was completely involuntary just like the pushing part. It somehow HELPED me during pushing the baby out. It was such a relief. At that point I felt like my body had taken over and I was just going with my instincts. It was AWESOME, because you really feel like your body is capable of anything after you have gone through an experience like that.Your body KNOWS what to do. Isn't that AMAZING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first push the baby crowned and I could feel part of the head out. Ana Cris told me to feel Julie's head. ( I also have to point out she talked to Julie while in my belly asking questions like "are you ready to meet your family?"and then she asked us if we were ready to see her.....all that during birthing time...some time before we got out of the tub to go to the birthing stool). Second push her head came out up until her cheeks. I was trying to get her out of there, because it was &amp;nbsp;uncomfortable to have only part of the baby out waiting for the next wave to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I felt the circle of fire and BOY was that an accurate description!!! Meanwhile I was thinking BOP ****"Holy cow, I am going to tear up in half if this baby doesn't come out soon, this hurts, get her out of there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"******BOP&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was also trying to feel where her nose was, and I tried maybe sliding her out, but it seemed like she was going nowhere until the next pressure wave.Third push and she slid right out as I picked her up and put her on my chest. My beautiful midwife was right there watching and making sure I knew she was there if I needed her. I wish I had a bunch of pictures of that moment. It was sublime. I also remember her smiling at me after the second push and she said "you are doing great, one more and she will be here" I said BOP ******"I don't want to, this hurts so much!"*****BOP That's when she smiled....and I pushed Julie out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe the feeling! She was here!!!!Purple and CHUBBY. She had rolls and rolls on her arms and legs...she was beautiful! and her head seemed huge! hahahahaha I was shocked because I was expecting a skinny baby and tiny...and she was indeed tiny, but really chubby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a little upset for not being able to cry when my children are born. I think I got more emotional with Isabelle, but I never cried my heart out....I am just in AW once these babies are born and I just talk and kiss and caress those babies telling them I am their mommy and how much I love them....It's a beautiful moment, but I don't cry...I guess the hormones/adrenaline keep me on a high :) There were tons of pictures being taken, and everyone was shocked at her rolls. My mom couldn't believe it, Mat was in love and so was I....it was PERFECT!! I could not ask for a better moment in life. I felt WHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stingy down there and I wondered if I had any tears. My midwife gave me a shot of pitocin because she felt I was bleeding more than she wanted....all that while in the tub. Sandra the pediatrician gave me some warm towels to put on Julie's head as we stroke and kissed this little girl! OH HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE WAS!! I was in heaven hugging the little angel I was so excited to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just adding here that Ana Cris said she thinks it took me a while to go from 7 to her being born because the tub stalled it, there was no gravity helping me out and my membranes/water was cushioning the process. Eventually the baby would be born, my body would be able to figure it out...but since I was getting tired and I asked for her help....she gave it to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born at 11:47 am, 8 lbs 5 oz and 18 inches. A head full of hair and big cheeks....I think maybe she was a bit swollen because right now she just looks tiny....the day she was born she looked huge! :)&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report my&amp;nbsp;perineum&amp;nbsp;was &lt;u&gt;intact &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;no stiches whatsoever!!!&amp;nbsp;No tears, nothing!...I am soooo pleased with it....because this has been my biggest baby yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked me to get out of the water after a while to check and see if everything was ok down there....at that point I wanted to get out because the water was RED!(see picture at the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie got her apgar score 10/10, she was weighted, measured, no eye drops (the shiny kind that babies get at the hospital), vitamin K was given orally instead of a shot and the umbilical cord was cut once after a long time of enjoying my baby girl in the warm tub.&lt;br /&gt;It had not stopped pulsating yet, but it was hard to identify the pulsating when we did cut it. We were running out of battery and Mat wanted to take a picture of him cutting the cord- now thinking about it I should not have let it happen.....but I was out of it just watching my baby and it was too late when I came to my senses and saw Mat with the scissors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie came to my breast right after the procedures and she nursed like a champ....first latch was not wonderful but pediatrician and I worked on it and it was great afterwards....she was HUNGRY and wide awake!!!I think she nursed for almost an hour!&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my time working at WIC and for the confidence I feel in breastfeeding. I have no fear....if there's a problem, there's a way to fix it....and I can always use my knowledge, or someone else's knowledge and get things straight! I LOVE Breastfeeding!!!LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took her to the nursery.....stupid hospital protocol. But because of pediatrician's orders, they kept her for an hour max! They didn't give her a bath (ped said the vernix was going to be absorbed and there was no need for a bath right away, I guess the vernix is good for babies. Don't know much about it, but I trusted her. Now that I think about it, she smelled REALLY nice....you know that heavenly baby smell? she had it until they bathed her....looking back I would wait 2-4 days before bathing her....I mean, how dirty do babies really get??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got to my room they didn't let me shower for a while. My aunt came to visit while I was still wearing my hospital gown and feeling sticky. :) Once the nurse let me shower she had to be in the bathroom with me and didn't let me wash my hair ( WHAT??????????????) I was pretty upset, because after being in the tub for so long, my hair was disgusting. She said my blood pressure could drop and I could faint. But really a shower could do that....not the hair washing part....I thought it was stupid...but decided it was not worth the fight. I would sneak in the shower after she was out :) Problem was, my lips turned white just from walking from the bedroom to the bathroom and I felt weak and like my organs were all out of place. Not painful at all, just weird. I also felt sore when I took deep breaths, but that was also ok. I lost a ton of blood apparently....that's why I felt weak. So hair washing was left for the next day when I felt much stronger....I just kept my bed rest for the rest of the Sunday because I didn't want to faint.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was all over the room once I came to mother baby unit. Julie joined right afterwards. They took turns kissing hugging and loving that little girl. It was pretty sweet. We took tons of pictures that I will upload (if my bum allows me to sit for a while longer, because this post has taken a while...) and we were all so excited.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was amazed. My mom went thru 4 c-sections full of interventions. He was never able to watch me birth so closely before he couldn't even go back to bed once my mom headed to the hospital with me. I would be totally fine with him watching the birth, but they didn't allow anyone else other than Mat and my mom in there. He watched it all online and was just SO emotional about it. He said he was my biggest fan, that I was his heroine. He could not get over how amazing it was and how proud of me he was. All because of the natural birth. He was in AW of how Ana Cris worked, how everything was gentle, respectful and pretty much completely opposite of what he has seen here in Brazil. I was amazed at how amazed he was. I really had no idea it was so cool for him....All that I fought for and worked so hard to get during this birth was immediately recognized by my father.&lt;br /&gt;I am a daddy's girl, so needless to say I was extremely happy with his reaction and felt so much love for him. I in no way think less of people who have birthed differently than me. It is all very personal. But it was nice to get recognition from someone you love for something you worked so hard to get :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that's it peeps. This was by far my best birthing experience. All of them were amazing and special. but this one I had to fight tooth and nail to get it the way I wanted it. I feel like it was worth everything and I also feel like I could do it all over again, because in the end it was so much sweeter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been able to read every word I now congratulate you for enduring to the end :) I didn't want to miss any details for my future reference and I hope you have a visual of what it was and what it felt like for me to be there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have words to describe how life changing it was. Completely different from what I expected and visualized, but still wonderful and perfect in every way! I wouldn't have changed anything ( I mean really? who would expect manageable pressure waves up until 7 cm? not feel any transition and go straight to the pushing phase??a dream come true right? and I attribute it to having my water intact up until the very end of birthing....so I am hoping I get that for every birth from now on, hahahahaha :) &amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recognize hypnobirthing as the WAY TO GO if you want to experience an amazing birthing time. I was able to keep my focus, relax between waves and go deep into the birthing zone during the waves. I learned to listen to my body and let it run it's course without tensing up! It was an essencial tool to Julie's divine birth. 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Now I am committed to share what I've going thru and learning, so bear with me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the sappy little fridge someone managed to let us borrow. 1) I'm very grateful for the person who had the extra fridge in the first place, because we would not have moved in without one. I told Mat some things were just too basic to live without,especially when you have kids in the house. A fridge being one of them. Sappy was not a reference to the nice lady who let us borrow her extra fridge, but a description of the fridge itself. This little guy was SMALL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbHDuFAcLCE/Tl0TMpaVr2I/AAAAAAAABIg/ti7Tl1bmULQ/s1600/DSCN5877.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbHDuFAcLCE/Tl0TMpaVr2I/AAAAAAAABIg/ti7Tl1bmULQ/s320/DSCN5877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646690615788154722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how small the freezer was. I should have snapped a picture of how it was before. Half of it was ice. It was not the "frostfree" kind....so I had no space for meats. Call me frivolous, but I was getting depressed and completely discouraged to cook anything. I hadly opened the fridge unless when I had to make things for the girls....I was eating at my mom's whenever she invited us and I was seriously getting into depression. We currently don't own a car, so to be able to buy meat on a daily (or every other day) basis I depended on someone taking me to the store. My mom doesn't always have the time. So we were not eating meat. The RD I have been consulting with said I had to eat more protein. I hit an all time low, when I had an ultrasound and the tech said Julie was small. (which I blamed my lack of protein, and the RD said something of that matter- or maybe that it would be bad for breastfeeding later on...I don't recall exactly what she said. I just knew I had to eat more meat) &lt;div&gt;So I began my search for a new fridge. I talked to the Lord and told Him I could not stand this situation anymore. We had no furniture, we had no table, no couches....and the fridge was ridiculous. I told Him I believed I wasn't helping my family to be healthy and I felt like I was failing as a mom and wife all together. I had no more positive energy to drain my attitude from. No more hope of "things would get better"because it had been 1 1/2 years since we really had our home. That's when things began to change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Km1ejE_KYeg/Tl0Wl6jZoCI/AAAAAAAABIo/bAql2BpUnJ4/s1600/DSCN5899.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Km1ejE_KYeg/Tl0Wl6jZoCI/AAAAAAAABIo/bAql2BpUnJ4/s320/DSCN5899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646694348421177378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found someone at our own building selling their fridge. I went to see it and fell in love with it. The size we were looking for. It was worn out but the inside looked good and best of all, it was cheap!!!! Look at the size difference between what we had and the new fridge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo0gSPbXljA/Tl0WmM-uHoI/AAAAAAAABIw/mUhArqy99j0/s1600/DSCN5898.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo0gSPbXljA/Tl0WmM-uHoI/AAAAAAAABIw/mUhArqy99j0/s320/DSCN5898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646694353367604866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time I was able to buy and store meat in the new freezer I took a picture. I wanted to be able to remember this and how grateful I was that the Lord gave us a new fridge. IT WAS HIM. We thought about making two payments and had even mentioned it to the lady we were buying it from. She was ok with it. But for some reason we had money in our account that month. Please keep in mind we don't have spare money. We pay our bills, tithing, food and we are done. That's how tight out budget has been. So to be able to get this fridge out of pocket was TRULY a miracle!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gF3Bxx6VpMg/Tl0WmfwAVZI/AAAAAAAABI4/eioiXxQFbVU/s1600/DSCN5900.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gF3Bxx6VpMg/Tl0WmfwAVZI/AAAAAAAABI4/eioiXxQFbVU/s320/DSCN5900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646694358406157714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also took a picture of the fridge after our first grocery shopping for real!(we always had to keep small quantities of everything because things went bad fast. Because the freezer had no door it sucked all the cold to it and the bottom of the fridge (fruits and veggies) went bad at a fantastically/depressingly fast rate. Now we were able to fit a whole watermelon and cantaloupe :)))))))) A variety of washed fruits and juices. I cannot open that fridge and not love it. I am SO grateful for it. It's the perfect size for us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiTHqtZJt3c/Tl0WmpzOwSI/AAAAAAAABJA/IUBFkGAVUY0/s1600/DSCN5901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiTHqtZJt3c/Tl0WmpzOwSI/AAAAAAAABJA/IUBFkGAVUY0/s1600/DSCN5901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiTHqtZJt3c/Tl0WmpzOwSI/AAAAAAAABJA/IUBFkGAVUY0/s1600/DSCN5901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FiTHqtZJt3c/Tl0WmpzOwSI/AAAAAAAABJA/IUBFkGAVUY0/s320/DSCN5901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646694361104040226" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the snap shot of out CLEAN kitchen. It's beautiful. Someone before my parents lived here (and we took over the rent after they moved) remodeled the floor and wall. My parents left the beautiful cabinets for us and that's how we have a fantastic kitchen to ourselves :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygx_NQOX04Y/Tl0WmiOgUnI/AAAAAAAABJI/PfE1aBJpox0/s1600/DSCN5903.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ygx_NQOX04Y/Tl0WmiOgUnI/AAAAAAAABJI/PfE1aBJpox0/s320/DSCN5903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646694359070954098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cherish this present Paulinha and Cefas gave us before we left Rexburg. It reads "Friends are the flowers in the garden of life". OBRIGADA PAULINHA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGTFvfplGvk/Tl0fD4Whh3I/AAAAAAAABJw/AAD1XwHSjLQ/s1600/DSCN5905.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGTFvfplGvk/Tl0fD4Whh3I/AAAAAAAABJw/AAD1XwHSjLQ/s320/DSCN5905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646703659319396210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a week or so that we bought the fridge a nice lady in our ward said she thought about us not having furniture. Her soon was giving her a new table set and she asked if we wanted to keep her old one WITH 6 CHAIRS. What's awesome about this little babe is that it opens up and it's able to host about 8 people around it. We've never had one like that before. Although it's not easy on the eyes I plan on renewing it somehow. :) Any tips??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzpHa-k3wG4/Tl0fDjYwD5I/AAAAAAAABJo/jDujl4kT5I0/s1600/DSCN5907.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzpHa-k3wG4/Tl0fDjYwD5I/AAAAAAAABJo/jDujl4kT5I0/s320/DSCN5907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646703653691592594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a tour of our kitchen and laundry area. You can see the old floor too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWvP3tzqtOc/Tl0fDRFsJoI/AAAAAAAABJg/-OASSxKfxeI/s1600/DSCN5904.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWvP3tzqtOc/Tl0fDRFsJoI/AAAAAAAABJg/-OASSxKfxeI/s320/DSCN5904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646703648779806338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The appliances are OLD and also borrowed. A great widower in our stake got remarried and let us borrow her washer and dryer for whatever time we needed it. :) Talk about miracles :) (The back door is the closet where we keep our food and bathrooms items since the bathrooms have no storage space in them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_gbUP2U17s/Tl0fDLp_C8I/AAAAAAAABJY/pCnO8UAuams/s1600/DSCN5879.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_gbUP2U17s/Tl0fDLp_C8I/AAAAAAAABJY/pCnO8UAuams/s320/DSCN5879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646703647321426882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I spend a great amount of my day. It's messy, but I was making lunch then....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EF-0TCKRxY8/Tl0fC9DGhvI/AAAAAAAABJQ/bJU36w5t5_A/s1600/DSCN5878.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EF-0TCKRxY8/Tl0fC9DGhvI/AAAAAAAABJQ/bJU36w5t5_A/s320/DSCN5878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646703643400242930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7936039432951895461-3146585036984846456?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/3146585036984846456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=3146585036984846456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3146585036984846456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3146585036984846456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-be-grateful.html' title='How to be grateful....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbHDuFAcLCE/Tl0TMpaVr2I/AAAAAAAABIg/ti7Tl1bmULQ/s72-c/DSCN5877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8391576032302501613</id><published>2011-08-28T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:09:09.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some recent picures. The one ´m wearing all black, I´m 26 weeks (I look awful and I realize I am getting fat, but I am still proud of this baby belly of mine)&lt;br /&gt;The girls after a serious haircut ( Izzy was not happy and I was not able to get a smile out of her)but you can still see her long beautiful hair!&lt;br /&gt;Bia and all her cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;My 28 week belly. I got a 27 week shot, but it´s in another camera....so we´ll have to wait for that one :)&lt;br /&gt;My father and my oldest brother who is now 22. My due date will be VERY close to his birthday, I wonder if Julie will try to make an appearance on his b-day and steal his thunder! He is one handsome boy, I´m very proud of his accomplishments!(except ´when he says he doesnt believe in God...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well, not because our circumstances are perfect (they are actually less than perfect) but because we are living with the hope of the gospel of a better day and enjoying what the Lord gives us on a daily basis! We are happy!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this 3rd time around I´m NOT getting to enjoy the prengnacy as much as the other 2 times. I hardly have time to sit and wait for Julie to move....so we are running with life, homeschool and all the other things in between and aprooaching the due date...time is flying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yawmLqPOs0w/TlrW5SLDHKI/AAAAAAAABIY/BVMTELwPPx0/s1600/Julie%2B28%2Bsemanas%252C%2BBia%2Be%2BBebelle%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yawmLqPOs0w/TlrW5SLDHKI/AAAAAAAABIY/BVMTELwPPx0/s320/Julie%2B28%2Bsemanas%252C%2BBia%2Be%2BBebelle%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646061362481405090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb2heakd7x8/TlrW5f5c9CI/AAAAAAAABIQ/iJtsucffEVo/s1600/Julie%2B28%2Bsemanas%252C%2BBia%2Be%2BBebelle%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJicHX8a7g0/TlrWdYJp_rI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ENazmol0h88/s320/Julie%2B28%2Bsemanas%252C%2BBia%2Be%2BBebelle%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646060883049840306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8391576032302501613?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8391576032302501613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8391576032302501613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8391576032302501613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8391576032302501613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yawmLqPOs0w/TlrW5SLDHKI/AAAAAAAABIY/BVMTELwPPx0/s72-c/Julie%2B28%2Bsemanas%252C%2BBia%2Be%2BBebelle%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-371008254956439030</id><published>2011-08-15T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:01:07.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible?</title><content type='html'>I don't have pictures today, I promise the husband will provide me with lots of goods ones soon. He is in Chile right now working and took my camera...but will upload pics as soon as possible and send them to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is short and pretty much a question to anyone who can read this. You probably noticed or heard how much I have changed in the last 1 1/2 years. Not only due to moving to Brazil, losing a baby, getting pregnant again but also LOTS of financial problems too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to get another pair of glasses made for me. In our household they are almost disposable. ( I buy them CHEAP) They are stepped on, bent, have to endure sweat and all sorts of weather and hormonal changes. So I went to the store and ended up getting out of there with one pair to be fixed (I stepped on it and the lenses and side screw were broken) and a new sturdy pair. I am SICK TO MY STOMACH. Even though I got a decent deal and I bargained with the store owner it still makes me SICK to my stomach to spend any money. Even if it's ice cream money. Seriously???do I have a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a care free student who spent all her money on clothes and things for myself, and nowadays I can't buy myself glasses and not feel guilty. I don't allow myself to splurge or buy anything new. It's either make it work with what I have or go without. What the HECK happened to me? If there is anything new, it's due to my mom feeling sorry for me and buying a pair of shoes (that I immediately put to good use and it's destroyed in about a year) or my grandma makes me pregnancy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you go through that? I think I'm gonna have an ulcer just thinking about what I paid. It was just over 100 dollars, but still. I HATE SPENDING MONEY!!!! Today was one of those days where you pay all the bills, and I hate those too, because I see my scarce and beautiful money slip through my fingers and there's nothing I can do about it :( (even though I am grateful those bills get paid and we have water and electricity for another month!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings about my new self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else has gone through that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate any thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-371008254956439030?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/371008254956439030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=371008254956439030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/371008254956439030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/371008254956439030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it possible?'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6347219798034557135</id><published>2011-08-09T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:38:15.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>Mat's b-day and a belly pic</title><content type='html'>It was Mat's b-day yesterday and we invited family and a couple of friends over for a cake and hot dogs...His parents came over from Campinas (1 1/2 hrs away) and he was SO EXCITED!!It was so fun to see his face and KNOW that he felt loved...&lt;br /&gt;It was tons of work and my mom took the girls 2 hours before the party so I could finish things up and get ready myself! I had everything ready when Mat got home. The only problem is that I asked everyone to be here at 6:30 pm (because Mat gets home usually at 7 pm) and everyone got here 5 minutes after he did. So I was the only one who got to yell SURPRISEEEEEEEE.....is was f-u-n-n-y!!!!! (I forgot I was dealing with brazilians- and yes!they are never on time!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures!!!!! (The baby girl Isabelle is holding is 3 months and she is a CHUNCK, plus my 25 weeks an 1 day belly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60SCX5p4Vm0/TkFq67rbcGI/AAAAAAAABGg/kVchqfHzgC8/s1600/DSCN5935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60SCX5p4Vm0/TkFq67rbcGI/AAAAAAAABGg/kVchqfHzgC8/s320/DSCN5935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638905769129373794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGVR7nAij8Y/TkFq6sebrbI/AAAAAAAABGY/K9Cl73_nll8/s1600/DSCN5925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGVR7nAij8Y/TkFq6sebrbI/AAAAAAAABGY/K9Cl73_nll8/s320/DSCN5925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638905765048331698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqubfnymIhY/TkFq6fMWHNI/AAAAAAAABGQ/e8XBpJQ0GjE/s1600/DSCN5917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqubfnymIhY/TkFq6fMWHNI/AAAAAAAABGQ/e8XBpJQ0GjE/s320/DSCN5917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638905761482808530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaJg0_yL-xw/TkFq6FSQVQI/AAAAAAAABGI/oFku8v6zo1Q/s1600/DSCN5912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YaJg0_yL-xw/TkFq6FSQVQI/AAAAAAAABGI/oFku8v6zo1Q/s320/DSCN5912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638905754528273666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mL7wD7YeDx8/TkFq5xDZdGI/AAAAAAAABGA/xsZBwxmoDLQ/s1600/DSCN5916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mL7wD7YeDx8/TkFq5xDZdGI/AAAAAAAABGA/xsZBwxmoDLQ/s320/DSCN5916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638905749097247842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6347219798034557135?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6347219798034557135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6347219798034557135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6347219798034557135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6347219798034557135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/08/mats-b-day-and-belly-pic.html' title='Mat&apos;s b-day and a belly pic'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60SCX5p4Vm0/TkFq67rbcGI/AAAAAAAABGg/kVchqfHzgC8/s72-c/DSCN5935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4624817527436785270</id><published>2011-07-21T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:08:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little step makes a huge difference</title><content type='html'>I have been having trouble sleeping lately. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a doctor that did not cover my insurance for my prenatal check ups. I liked him but in the beginning felt a little uncomfortable. Later in my pregnancy I started to feel like we couldn't afford him and that he wasn't really enthusiastic about my birth plan and how I wanted certain things to be done ( I can make a list if anyone is interested, but I do have a few things that are pretty major for me). All of a sudden I get a stupor of thought and decide to miss my last appointment with him. I made up a lame excuse when the lady called me up and never went back. I have been searching docs since the beginning of this month and I FOUND what I needed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much prayer and thought (meaning I read every study I could get my hands on, websites after websites) I will do my prenatal check ups with a MIDWIFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me feel great, she is A LOT cheaper and I can totally afford her. Plus she is giving me lee way on what I want out of my experience this time around and she is very respectful and even agrees with my wishes (ok, let me just mention some of them before you think I am CRAZY: I want them to clamp the umbilical cord ONLY after it stops pulsating. I have read how that is important to help the baby when he is first trying/learning how to breath- while the oxygenated blood is going from the placenta to the baby- and I totally agree with it. It just makes sense in my mind. I want the baby to come directly to by chest to have skin to skin contact and I want his first hour to be with me so I can introduce breastfeeding within that first hour...) They can weigh and clean the cute baby aftewards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so willing to work with me, and I felt like I was back again in Rexburg with my dear midwives. How I trusted those ladies!!!!!!!Boy I love midwives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read that the majority of births in European countries are attended by midwives and that in Holland 80% (+) of the births are done by midwives who attend births at home....that brought me a whole new perspective, especially because their infant death rates is MUCH LOWER than in the USA, where there's the the most updated technology in the world. Pretty amazing huh??It makes you wonder how much more besides technology there is in birthing a baby into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally recommend midwives, especially if you don't want to feel like you are a diseased pregnant lady (I did up until today). All I have done my entire prenatal life up until now was check up on diseases, exams and ultrasounds (5 already). I was going BANANAS thinking something might be wrong. So I am ditching the ultrasounds ( I think I need to have one more on my last trimester IF that) and I am trusting the good midwives with knowledge from back in the day when our great grandmothers birthed. The thing is: I REALLY trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still read up a ton and I ask a lot of questions and I am NOT a dumb person... they are medically capable of sending me to a doc, if anything is to come up during the pregnancy. Right now all I know is that baby and I are doing great and I feel at peace with my decision. I wish every woman could feel so good about prenatal check ups :) (especially low risk pregnancies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of that I am religiously studying my hypnobabies course. I am on week 2 and LOVING IT!! PAIN FREE birth is my goal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be able to sleep better tonight.... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4624817527436785270?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4624817527436785270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4624817527436785270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4624817527436785270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4624817527436785270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-step-makes-huge-difference.html' title='A little step makes a huge difference'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8964584337850884707</id><published>2011-07-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:10:06.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See three previous posts for pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjDKnqfAYKM/Thcm1fbJEAI/AAAAAAAABF4/U-LdxJYBmY8/s1600/DSCN5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjDKnqfAYKM/Thcm1fbJEAI/AAAAAAAABF4/U-LdxJYBmY8/s320/DSCN5859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627008959832985602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q3CCDWXBLI/Thcm0vXjPfI/AAAAAAAABFw/VCFDpEVbDsM/s1600/DSCN5873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q3CCDWXBLI/Thcm0vXjPfI/AAAAAAAABFw/VCFDpEVbDsM/s320/DSCN5873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627008946933022194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQbiniOEm5M/Thcm0WwAPBI/AAAAAAAABFo/G4UVyfa9fTE/s1600/DSCN5874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQbiniOEm5M/Thcm0WwAPBI/AAAAAAAABFo/G4UVyfa9fTE/s320/DSCN5874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627008940324699154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgnm-zDil2g/Thcm0EYxKfI/AAAAAAAABFg/WObwwfY0byE/s1600/DSCN5871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgnm-zDil2g/Thcm0EYxKfI/AAAAAAAABFg/WObwwfY0byE/s320/DSCN5871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627008935395404274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyNMaSxJt64/Thcmz1NSV6I/AAAAAAAABFY/huhhjzG7mdw/s1600/DSCN5869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyNMaSxJt64/Thcmz1NSV6I/AAAAAAAABFY/huhhjzG7mdw/s320/DSCN5869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627008931320715170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8964584337850884707?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8964584337850884707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8964584337850884707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8964584337850884707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8964584337850884707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/07/see-three-previous-posts-for-pictures.html' title='See three previous posts for pictures...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjDKnqfAYKM/Thcm1fbJEAI/AAAAAAAABF4/U-LdxJYBmY8/s72-c/DSCN5859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5288854753788368838</id><published>2011-07-08T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:24:48.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...</title><content type='html'>The problem with explaining each picture is that they cm out as a bunch os scripts, so I don't know the order....Overall they are the girls right before Isabelle goes to her ballet classes and a breakfast I made the other day with eggs, and lots of fruits...they really enjoyed it!!!Also I think there one with a Montessori activity that Izzy is doing...beads=SO MUCH FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7zPvDd6nVo/ThcggUPCU1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/L6H938dYA5o/s1600/DSCN5872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDFnLQPjjBs/ThcgarbloJI/AAAAAAAABEw/e9v60XXIYC0/s320/DSCN5836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627001902129848466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5288854753788368838?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5288854753788368838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5288854753788368838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5288854753788368838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5288854753788368838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/07/testing.html' title='Pictures...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7zPvDd6nVo/ThcggUPCU1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/L6H938dYA5o/s72-c/DSCN5872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5633304839732811114</id><published>2011-06-06T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:07:55.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Better late then never....</title><content type='html'>Ok...I am so sick of this old blog... never want to update it....so I'm thinking about opening it up again! not many people come by anyway...I might as well make is public! :) it's less of a hassle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are lots of things going on right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) we are pregnant with kid #3....I'm not sure whether to call this little GIRL our 3rd of 4th. To be really honest, I feel like I lost a baby when I miscarried...so it seems weird for me to just say this is my number 3.... ANYWAYS we are thrilled!!!Could not be happier....even if it was a boy. I'm in love with little girls and so excited to have another beauty to dress up and to see grow up and understand her own little personality :) What a fun fun thing motherhood is!!!! (her name will be Julie by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Isabelle is growing up too fast. She has SUCH AN AMZING imagination...you know the little girl from Toy Story 3- Bonnie? She's that kinda of girl....she can play with her toys and talk to them endlessly and she loves to just make up scenarios :) it's a lot of fun to watch her!! She is a talker. Talks all day with us or by herself (with toys). She has a hard time taking a nap now. I have to call them quiet time, and then after some playing she will give up on playing in the dark and just sleep. I know she still needs her naps...she gets CRANKY when she doesn't. She is also very interested in books and learning. She will ask me what the "written words" are. She wants to understand movies to a tee and keeps asking question when we are driving around town. It's the WHY and HOW stage....which I appreciate and want her to keep her curiosity for life. I have always wanted my kids to be like that. Another plus is that we have no TV at home...so when we watch movies is on the lap top...but since moving she spends a lot more time playing and being creative....so we are banning TV for her :) Izzy is also a little mommy. She will not let any kid take advantage or make her sisi cry. She will protect Bia like mama bear would :)&lt;br /&gt;She is also bossy and dramatic. Gives me a HARD HARD time with clothes, where things have to match and she has to be "feeling it"to wear it. We are trying to work on it by giving her 2 options she can choose from each time. It seems to be getting better, slowly but surely. (PS: I never never ever taught her that, I dress myself in 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bia is SO BIG and smart, and a talking little parrot. She repeats the end of every word Isabelle speaks. It's so much fun to just see her absorb the world thru her eyes. She is my trouble maker, hitter and explosive little girl. If she is gone 5 minures she is up to something, never massive, but certainly messy. She caught on to smacking her sister every time she doesn't get her way. So time out is a known concept to her. Isabelle will even come to me and say at times "mommy she did this could you please put her on time out?" (Isabelle motherly instincts right there).&lt;br /&gt;She loves to brush her teeth, her pacifier, and M&amp;m's. Have you ever seen a kid that can smell M&amp;m's? That would be my daughter. Every time we go to the supermarket she will find some and ask for it. I rarely get it. I am a firm believer I am doing her a favor by not giving her everything she asks for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) we moved to our own apartment. Did I share this before? Anyway we are out of my mother's place and we are getting along SO MUCH BETTER with her. Right now we are at the process of detox. So we disappeared from their house for a month and had sunday lunch with them. It was fun and all, but I love being home and having my own space. We are camping at our own apartment and there's not much to live in (remember we are still waiting for the container) but we are basically happy to be our own family again. With our own set of rules and priorities... OH BOY! WE ARE WELL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I have been able to find the joy most of my days. I've had a renewed energy to be with the kids. I went through a FUNK and I can't really describe it well except I was depressed and tired and worn out all the time. I had no patience with the kids and life was just overall hard. Well, what do you know? scriptures and prayer really do work :) I have been asking to find the joy in the little moments and to be able to provide for my girls what they need. I am full of ideas and so excited to make this next 5 months so much fun before my Julie comes. :) I just wanted to take a moment to testify that Heavenly Father loves us and cares for us. Even though life is not on bit easier, at the same time it's like a weight has been lifted from me. I just want you all to know that if you are having a hard time remember to draw strength from the right source and things will fall into place. I have to remember that all the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) we are all currently sick (with colds and stuffed up like crazy) and that means pasta for lunch and lots of fruits and veggies. I have no energy to make anything else. So we live off fruits and fresh veggies. :) which ends up being very healthy anyways and is one of the reasons I LOVE being here. The food quality is SO MUCH BETTER and there's a HUGE variety, it blows my mind. At the same time I have to admit I would readily go back to the States for the life I had before and would start buying organics :) Food does not stop us from wanting to move from Brazil :)a ctually nothing really stops us :) hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this post a long time ago and because of my funk I just lately have been able to finish it...and now I am SO glad I did it...I was getting sick of not telling my friends news about our little family, this blog was D-U-S-T-Y :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to come :)))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5633304839732811114?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5633304839732811114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5633304839732811114' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5633304839732811114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5633304839732811114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-late-then-never.html' title='Better late then never....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2002142034966841197</id><published>2011-03-18T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:45:41.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>So I don't have pictures yet...but I will post them tomorrow...I just wanted to dust this thing off and be grateful for what I have...there's no good in complaining right? I do appreciate the comments that were made though, they were so thoughtful and I really feel loved by it...I appreciate when my friends take the time to tell me how they feel and how I can handle what I am going thru... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat had eye surgery so NO MORE GLASSES!!!YAY for technology!!! I'm so happy for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are doing awesome and Bia keeps learning more and more words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I drive in SP, the more I am sure I want to live in a much smaller city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still living at my parents, which sucks - Idon't wish this on anyone, but things are looking promising with our lawyer. On Tuesday he will have more news for us. He talked to the lawyer that represents Freeway MOving in Brazil and said they have until then to give him the paper work he needs, otherwise he is going to literally bring them down. They have made so many mistakes already and he said a lot of them were illegal, he is suing customs and the company all together and we should have good news in the following weeks. I LOVE and appreciate how competente and "aggressive" my lawyer is. You can totally tell he knows what he is doing....AMEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks agian for the love and support, we appreciate you!and if you stop by, PLEASE leave a comment...I don't bite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2002142034966841197?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2002142034966841197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2002142034966841197' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2002142034966841197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2002142034966841197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4628249813612534516</id><published>2011-02-11T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:30:48.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something´s gotta give....</title><content type='html'>So I wish my post was all inspirational...but again we have had bad news from our container....and it looks like we will be doing some waiting around the house hold...customs is not out friend... I wish I could explain how I feel, but mostly I just don´t think I can feel anything else....I just don´t know how long I can live with this situation anymore....I wish I could see a light at the end of the tunnel and feel all faithful and warm inside....but I feel like I am stuck and hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No container, still living with my parents (for the past 3 weeks we have been " kicked out" of our temporary one-bedroom because my great-aunt wants to remodel and sell it) and so we are back to my parents house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to learn through this??? any ideas out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4628249813612534516?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4628249813612534516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4628249813612534516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4628249813612534516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4628249813612534516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/02/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='Something´s gotta give....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6588944708578991248</id><published>2011-01-31T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:46:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year...new hopes....new smile :)</title><content type='html'>So...I wanted to change the post even though i don't have a camera to post new pictures yet...Mat is gone to South Korea for work and he took the camera....which is awesome because I am in love with the country....MAN it's beautiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing??better....baby hungry as ever, but we are holding off for a while...we'll see how nature goes from now on and I I will be ready (physically) for another baby soon enough. We thank you for your love, support and prayers...it has been a time of great pain, but a lot of comfort too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stuff is about to get here and the apartment we are supposed to move into, is on it's way to being ready for us....I am SO EXCITED to have our apartment ready....Mat is coming home on THURS and we are paiting and finishing up anything that needs to be done....than cleaning it....out container should be here sometimes the end of this week of early next week, we are waiting to hear about it tomorrow...after almost an entire year, this is one the biggest blessings so far....but I know 2011 will be an eventful and exciting year for the Pretel's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say I am doing okay and that I am happy and I feel good about life :) thank you again....we love you all that cared about us, emailed, wrote messages on facebook and left messages here...it has been a great comfort for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are growing up and are very budy visiting grandma's new place...it has a condominium with swimming pools, a little forest, a playground and lots of fun stuff for them...so we are keeping them happy and busy....besides we have been eating our hearts out with fruits from this wonderful summer season (wonderful/humid/disgustingly hot summer season)...we just love and cherich them both SO MUCH!!! I am grateful for my little girls that bring so much to my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6588944708578991248?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6588944708578991248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6588944708578991248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6588944708578991248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6588944708578991248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-post.html' title='New year...new hopes....new smile :)'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-3725289824578897337</id><published>2011-01-03T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:18:25.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>Healing is definitely one of the hardest process after a loss...I´m actually doing a lot better...but still think about the ultrasound, the first time we saw the baby and there was a heartbeat there...and then again, the second ultrasound, where the baby was bigger and no heart was found...just talking about it makes my heart break! I can´t believe we are going thru this...I can´t believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone from denial, to comfort, to denial again....to anger...and peace....and I´m not sure where I will be tomorrow....I´m not trying to compare losses here,I know that it must hurt so much more if you´ve had the baby, and lose a child that you´ve seen grown before your eyes...but still I´m shocked that all the plans I have made and envisioned for our family are shattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things hurt: going to the grocerie store and not being able to do to the priority line (pregnant ladies,old people, women with children etc), seeing pregnant bellies (which I just love), and finally yesterday a silly little thing that nobody would notice but really hurt. A friend of Mat´s family saw us at church and said "Oh! I didn´t know you guys were 4, I thought you had only one child,that´s awesome!" he didn´t say anything wrong, but at that point I was thinking "and I was supposed to be able to tell you now that we were going to be 5 shortly"...that stuck to me...and it still hurts....I really try not to think about the miscarriage, all the blood and the images of the baby that are stuck in my mind all day...but I especially think about it when I look at the girls...and see how perfect they are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle often comes to me and says " mommy where did the baby in your belly go?" and I have to tell her over and over again that it´s with Heavenly Father and He´s taking care of our baby now...I´m not sure if that´s the right doctrine..but I sure don´t know what else I can tell her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she said she was going to find me another baby and sat on the computer pretending she was typing...I guess she thought googling "baby" would solve the problem...after a little while her veredict " mommy I can´t find you another baby!"...that was sweet of her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surely have a new reverence for life as I look at my girls and realize how delicate life is, I marvel at how they arrived on this Earth and how they were inside of me...from just almost nothing, to beautiful babies that bring so much happiness to my life! I marvel/admire/love/sqeeze/hug/ and thank God for my girls at my girls more often (a lot more often) now than before...I think I took the miracle of life for granted and I hope I never do that again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...trying to heal...thank you for the prayers, support, love and kind words...when I am down, I go back to messages and emails that I have received...and I have to thank you for that...it really helps!I have wonderful friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-3725289824578897337?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/3725289824578897337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=3725289824578897337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3725289824578897337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3725289824578897337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2011/01/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4943099570347377892</id><published>2010-12-30T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T05:54:46.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010- a year to be forgotten...</title><content type='html'>I really don´t know how to do this...but I guess I have to let it out sometime...We had a miscarriage. So no more baby #3 for us....Mat is going to let everyone know through the technological tools...and I´m just gonna lay low for a while...After everything we went through this year, all I can say is that I didn´t think we needed to get hit like this...I thought it had been enough for 2010...needless to say I am hurting like no words can explain....devastated is an understatement!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that´s all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone and I hope 2011 brings more happiness to everyone´s plates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4943099570347377892?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4943099570347377892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4943099570347377892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4943099570347377892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4943099570347377892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-year-to-be-forgotten.html' title='2010- a year to be forgotten...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-3357116459544361635</id><published>2010-12-26T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:33:21.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezm6urhJI/AAAAAAAABEI/lxH44ce9ASM/s1600/DSCN3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezm6urhJI/AAAAAAAABEI/lxH44ce9ASM/s320/DSCN3966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106146566243474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezmgHEIYI/AAAAAAAABEA/cA68xegKM50/s1600/DSCN3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezmgHEIYI/AAAAAAAABEA/cA68xegKM50/s320/DSCN3951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106139420762498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TReznE_5ZZI/AAAAAAAABEY/gH_A7AtWdMU/s1600/Fotos%2B20Set2010%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TReznE_5ZZI/AAAAAAAABEY/gH_A7AtWdMU/s320/Fotos%2B20Set2010%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106149322810770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezm3kTI_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/oMbo-2XVBCw/s1600/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezm3kTI_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/oMbo-2XVBCw/s320/DSC02414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106145717396466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezmWE48CI/AAAAAAAABD4/fpZorfGr_WQ/s1600/DSCN3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezmWE48CI/AAAAAAAABD4/fpZorfGr_WQ/s320/DSCN3948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555106136727285794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-3357116459544361635?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/3357116459544361635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=3357116459544361635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3357116459544361635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3357116459544361635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TRezm6urhJI/AAAAAAAABEI/lxH44ce9ASM/s72-c/DSCN3966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4219465085024145654</id><published>2010-12-14T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:52:20.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new baby!!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to wait until I officially told people about our newest pregnancy because I wanted to make sure there was a baby and a heartbeat going on there... :) So today we had an ultrasound and everything is wonderful! Baby is cute and healthy, and has a strong heartbeat....and I'm head over heels in love with this baby already!!!! Looks like a little gummy bear...and it's actually the size of one....Due date is around July 24th and we are pretty sure it's another girl....but we will be able to find out soon enough (a month since we have a 3D ultrasound taking place around then...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not sure why (we know they want to monitor the baby's health more closely, they almost treat pregnancy as an abnormal thing that needs to be monitored closely if anything were to happen), but docs ask for ultrasounds monthly, and I'm not complaining!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing good...still being tested to the limits of patience and charity, but learning and trying to grow our faith in Heavenly Father...If you get a chance, please pray that we will move out of the little hole we live in right now and move to our 3 bedroom apartment WITH all of our things that we brought from the States! It would be my Christmas present this year!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post will be quick, because I have no pictures of the baby yeat...they will be ready on the 16th and then I can marvel at them and post them here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4219465085024145654?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4219465085024145654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4219465085024145654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4219465085024145654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4219465085024145654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-baby.html' title='A new baby!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6297151104649155321</id><published>2010-11-17T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T04:31:52.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TOPLKUfZCzI/AAAAAAAABDo/SegnJmmCOKk/s1600/DSCN4405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TOPJ3CGBwdI/AAAAAAAABDI/SLmHlzesWS8/s320/DSCN4373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540493913887982034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TOPJ2hvnoEI/AAAAAAAABDA/1xDkR1AbbOE/s1600/DSCN4341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TOPJ2hvnoEI/AAAAAAAABDA/1xDkR1AbbOE/s320/DSCN4341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540493905204060226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried posting 4 times the day after my last post and wasn't able to do so because for some reason pictures weren't being uploaded....so I saved the post and will upload it later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to jot now our new routine and how helpful that has been to our family. I began having huge problems and being really sick of Bia waking up multiple times during the night. She is already one and with Isabelle she slept soundly through the night at 1 1/2 months old. So after posting on facebook I gathered a good buch of ideas and began testing them out. I think the best one so far has been to put the kids down for bed EARLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will probably think I'm stupid, but I thought that putting the kids down at 9 pm was wonderful. Well, my friend said her daughter who is a little bit older than my youngest goes to bed at 6:30-7 pm. I was shocked! Was my baby overtired? So we tried putting her down at 7:30 that first night (cuz Mat gets home at 7 and I still want him to see her before she goes down) and she SLEPT! She keeps waking up twice during the night to eat, but I figured that until she has her room and we have a crib for her, I can't let cry it out right by my side. It's tough having a one bedroom. Isabelle is sleeping on the couch and Bia on a mattress by our bed. I let her cry when she first goes down, which is not taking very long, but not at 2 am when she waked up screaming...I can't sleep if I let her cry it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said our routine has COMPLETELY changed since then. It looks more like this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls wake up before 8am&lt;br /&gt;breakfast,changing and playing&lt;br /&gt;lunch at 11:30&lt;br /&gt;Nap from 12-3 for Bia and from 1-2(or 3) for Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;Play,play play (while I make dinner, clean the house, do laundry and try to play with them too etc etc...)&lt;br /&gt;Baths at 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;Reading stories, scriptures and prayer sometime after dinner (however long dining takes)&lt;br /&gt;Bed time at 7:30 for Bia&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle watches a short movie or part of a movie before going down between 8-8:30pm  (she is so good that I can tell her to turn off the dvd player after she is done with the movie and I can come back after my shower and it will be turned off and she will be singing trying to go to sleep, she has done that frequently and I think it's adorable!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;PARENTS FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot more discipline on my part than on theirs, it takes me not going out later in the day so I don't mess up the routine, it takes going out early for errands and especially waking up early. They used to wake up at 9 or after that....and I was able to sleep in with them...and now we have an EARLY routine....I'm more tired, but happier for being able to accomplish more during the day. None of that would be possible without my Heavenly Father who gives me the enthusiasm to follow thru with it....it's hard and so rewarding at the same time. Mathew is a happier person, I am a happier mom and I have especially decreased my time with computers and blogs..... which is definetely a plus for me :) "good, better and best"is what I've been trying to focus on lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some random but recent pictures....I hope it uploads and if it doesn't....I tried :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6297151104649155321?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6297151104649155321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6297151104649155321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6297151104649155321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6297151104649155321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-routine.html' title='New routine'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TOPLKUfZCzI/AAAAAAAABDo/SegnJmmCOKk/s72-c/DSCN4405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4386834709742637944</id><published>2010-11-11T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:41:40.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturessssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMZN2Hf3I/AAAAAAAABC4/WhSgN6R94ew/s1600/o%2Bbolo%2Bmaravilhoso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMZN2Hf3I/AAAAAAAABC4/WhSgN6R94ew/s200/o%2Bbolo%2Bmaravilhoso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538315269111775090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMY14LPnI/AAAAAAAABCw/8zXsH3WF1LQ/s1600/os%2Bpretel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMY14LPnI/AAAAAAAABCw/8zXsH3WF1LQ/s200/os%2Bpretel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538315262677958258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMYXubiLI/AAAAAAAABCo/bQEiGkAz_l0/s1600/Marilena%2Be%2BBia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMYXubiLI/AAAAAAAABCo/bQEiGkAz_l0/s200/Marilena%2Be%2BBia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538315254584019122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMXsCwuaI/AAAAAAAABCg/vAfUla7M6dI/s1600/a%2Bvela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMXsCwuaI/AAAAAAAABCg/vAfUla7M6dI/s200/a%2Bvela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538315242858133922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwKmGsHoKI/AAAAAAAABCY/SLFBdapTBgY/s1600/DSCN4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwKksea9_I/AAAAAAAABB4/m2n1JoF9eIQ/s200/DSCN4238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538313267289192434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4386834709742637944?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4386834709742637944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4386834709742637944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4386834709742637944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4386834709742637944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/11/picturessssss.html' title='Picturessssss'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TNwMZN2Hf3I/AAAAAAAABC4/WhSgN6R94ew/s72-c/o%2Bbolo%2Bmaravilhoso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7814521743461846846</id><published>2010-10-13T06:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:00:54.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we belong....</title><content type='html'>Since we have no pictures on the computer I must just give you all the summary of the weekend. Tuesday was "children's day"in Brazil, therefore a holiday ans since brazilians can never get enough of days off , a lot of places extended the holiday and allowed their employees to miss Monday as well- including Mat's job. The only thing they do is ask the employees to stay 6 minutes over their normal work schedule in order to make it up over a period of time. He's been working for over a month now and it has happened twice already. There's another once coming up in November :) hooray for brazilian holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Botucatu which is 2 hours away from where we live- still in the state of Sao Paulo. Anyways, the good news is that Mat and I decided we are country people. Our goal is to have a place where we can have 1 cow, 1 horse and some chicken. We loved the sunsets, the sunrise and everything about a "rural city" much like our beloved Rexburg. Of couse we want to have access to a big city. We love cities too, but we have talked about how it would be such a learning experience for us and for the kids to have that exposure to nature. We love the nature, we love being out and it's funny how we learned that about ourselves after moving to a concrete jungle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in Rexburg for almost 7 years and we only learned that about ourselves after we moved out. Isn't that interesting? I'm excited about our finding and excited to be able to accomplish that goal in the future. We'll see if all works out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had fun and came back refreshed...pictures to come....I'm going to my mother's tomorrow and we will be able to upload pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7814521743461846846?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7814521743461846846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7814521743461846846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7814521743461846846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7814521743461846846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-belong_13.html' title='we belong....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2897267075871147839</id><published>2010-10-13T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:00:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we belong....</title><content type='html'>Since we have no pictures on the computer I must just give you all the summary of the weekend. Tuesday was "children's day"in Brazil, therefore a holiday ans since brazilians can never get enough of days off , a lot of places extended the holiday and allowed their employees to miss Monday as well- including Mat's job. The only thing they do is ask the employees to stay 6 minutes over their normal work schedule in order to make it up over a period of time. He's been working for over a month now and it has happened twice already. There's another once coming up in November :) hooray for brazilian holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Botucatu which is 2 hours away from where we live- still in the state of Sao Paulo. Anyways, the good news is that Mat and I decided we are country people. Our goal is to have a place where we can have 1 cow, 1 horse and some chicken. We loved the sunsets, the sunrise and everything about a "rural city" much like our beloved Rexburg. Of couse we want to have access to a big city. We love cities too, but we have talked about how it would be such a learning experience for us and for the kids to have that exposure to nature. We love the nature, we love being out and it's funny how we learned that about ourselves after moving to a concrete jungle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in Rexburg for almost 7 years and we only learned that about ourselves after we moved out. Isn't that interesting? I'm excited about our finding and excited to be able to accomplish that goal in the future. We'll see if all works out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had fun and came back refreshed...pictures to come....I'm going to my mother's tomorrow and we will be able to upload pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2897267075871147839?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2897267075871147839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2897267075871147839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2897267075871147839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2897267075871147839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-belong.html' title='we belong....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5662441898909543775</id><published>2010-09-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:47:29.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post....I have good news though...</title><content type='html'>So I have taken so many pictures lately just to find out that the MAC doesn't have a "memory card whole" so I can transfer the pics from here....&lt;br /&gt;For now written news will have to do it....I'm looking for the camera cable....I just wanted to dust this thing off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost: MATHEW GOT A JOB!!!!He has actually been working for a couple of days now. He is now an employee  of LG electronics here in Brazil. Which means he gets to be a software engineer...and whatever that means= a happy husabdn because he is doing what he has a passion for and what he wanted to do all along. After 4 long months of prayers we have finally been blessed with a wonderful job. We won't get rich any time soon, but I'm sure that knowing how to manage our money will sufice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconf: the girls are happy and growing up so fast! I think Bia could be walking in a couple of months maybe sooner...I don't think she is ready, but she keeps trying to let go of the couch once she is standing up and she has been able to stay up for a few seconds on her own....my baby is so grown up. With age came learning ad with learning Isabelle taught her how to yell and hit...Isabelle has been really jealous of her sister and she has been going to time out a whole lot around the house. Hopefully she will learn that hitting is not nice pretty soon. Bia is one little trooper though...the other day Isabelle caught her finger with a toy while pushing her away and her finger wouldn't stop bleeding, she cried for a few seconds and then was happy again, meanwhile Bebelle saw all the blood and started freaking out....I was SO MAD at her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: we are living at this one bedroom apartment it belongs to my great aunt and it is a place she has for when she comes to Sao Paulo to go to doctors etc. Tiny to say the least. I have taken pictures of where we are and it is called and "ash tray" here in Brazil because there are so many buildings around that you can't see anything else but buildings (which kinda looks like cigarettes). I have to make an effort to get out of the house at least twice a day so I won't go crazy with the girls and vice-versa...we are looking into public schools or maybe just swimming lessons....something that will burn their energy :) It's nice to be the four of us again and to be able to call a place home. We are def looking forward to moving somewhere bigger and finally get our things from the moving company settled, but we are sure happy as we can be here and I REALLY enjoy the neighborhood....it's beautiful and it has everything we need around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fouth: I'm still really lost in Sao Paulo. Can't drive without a GPS at all...and don't think I will ever be able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth: I just spent two months in Brasilia (my hometown) with the girls and I am really tan...the girls went from transparent to white :) and sooner or later they will be able to tan as well as their mom ], hahahahaha :) I fell like I am 17 again when I am tan...which is great...the only problem is that my body keeps telling me I am older with all the back pains I inhereted from child birth, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth: my days have been so busy with the girls and being a domestic goddess (haha) that I don't have the energy to blog too much...but it makes me happy and I am going to be more diligent with it...especially because it's my time away from everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to share besides pictures...that should be coming soon...I just wanted to take the opportunity to thank everyone that has been praying/cheering for us....we appreciate it and we are loving life...so that is also good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will catch y'all later...and I will visit all the blogs tonite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5662441898909543775?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5662441898909543775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5662441898909543775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5662441898909543775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5662441898909543775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-no-posti-have-good-news.html' title='Long time no post....I have good news though...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7909243208303651186</id><published>2010-06-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:34:59.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I have been given much I too must give....</title><content type='html'>If you can read "LIFT WHERE YOU STAND" by Elder Uchtdorf in the Ensign November 2008, please do so, as it is what I based these thoughts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love to read or watch whatever Elder Uchtdorf has to say. He is such an inspiration in whatever subject he talks about. Who would have known that just a few years after he was called to be an apostle (which I had not heard about him before then) he would be such a motivational and popular speaker? I love him!!! I love his messages and he comforts my soul. What I like about his talk is the fact that he mentions that the most important callings that we will ever receive are of: father, husband and home teacher, three simple callings that everyone has the change to be called to and that represent the most in our lives. He also mentions how we will not be judged for the positions we held in life. I find it interesting because today my husband and I were thinking about ways that we could reach out to others and serve people in need. This all came about as my husband was traveling to Curitiba and he saw this beggar. A woman who looked about 40 years old that went to the local bar to ask for some food. It probably took her a whole lot of courage to do that as she knew that the owner would most likely say no to her request. She came to my husband and told them that she was upset with the owner because at the end of the day they would just throw away all the food that was left over. It broke his heart and so my husband his friend went up to her and asked her if she was hungry and if they could buy her some food. This lady started to cry, I can only imagine her face and my heart goes to her without even knowing this lady. They went to a local restaurant where she could choose a selection of foods: rice and beans, meat, salad etc. She was so concerned about spending their money and the food being too expensive. I couldn’t hold back the tears just thinking about this lady. They both sat with the lady as she ate because the restaurant wouldn’t have let her stay in there by herself. So as they chatted away the woman said she was 27 years old (my husband’s age) and she has three small kids: a little boy who was over 3 and a set of twins who were 9 months. As she talked a little bit she had a hard time eating meat, because her teeth were in such bad shape that she almost lost one as she was chewing her meat. She showed her almost falling tooth to my husband and our friend as she struggled to chew. Again my heart was broken. Then I wondered if she had any food for her little ones and I’m glad my hubby wondered about that too. She did have food for them and a friend was taking care of her little treasures, they had rice and beans, milk and everything they needed back home. She works collecting cans and selling them to be recycled and with the money she will pay for food. Mat said that this lady had some sort of sheet on top of her old-dirty-worn out clothes and that her palms had gauze wrapped around it because she was cutting wood to cook food to her children. He said she did not understand the importance of hygiene (as anyone in her situation probably wouldn’t) and they had to help her wash her hands. She also said that she knew how to read because she studied until 4th grade. Mathew gave her the name of the church and told her to look for two missionaries where she lived. She lived far away somewhere inland of Curitiba. I wish he had gotten her address so WE could send the missionaries in. I actually wish I was there so I would have taken her in and bathed her, taught her about very basic nutrition, hygiene, I wish I could have taken her to the dentist, bought her some clothes and helped her get a job. Even if she can work cleaning a house, she would be in a much better shape than she is. She can’t get a job the way she is. She couldn’t even get into the employment services building in her state. It just broke my heart. I cried and cried because of the injustice that is all around. I cried as I thought about this mother worried about not having enough food to feed her little ones and how much she probably worried about their future, or the lack thereof. I’ve decided that I need to do something. I cannot save every beggar or fix every social issue out there, but one by one I can help and I can make a difference. I can be more frugal and save money for times like this, where I find a lady in such need. I can be more grateful for what I have and NEVER complain, no matter how bad the situation gets. I can learn more to be able to build an institution to help people like her. I can share the gospel and help those people become self reliant. There’s so much I can do. The only thing I cannot do is stand still….because it breaks my heart, not only as a mother, but as a human being. I love this gospel and feel so immensely blessed and rich. I cannot get over it. I hope this has helped someone out there today, as it has helped me and I hope that in the future I can do much more than just sharing a story that touched my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7909243208303651186?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7909243208303651186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7909243208303651186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7909243208303651186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7909243208303651186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-i-have-been-given-much-i-too.html' title='Because I have been given much I too must give....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8179378639794795547</id><published>2010-06-15T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:33:39.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few questions...</title><content type='html'>Lately it has been so hard for me to recognize the promptings I have been receiving...I had some pretty good impressions about things that were going on in our family and I was sure quick to follow them...however the impressions I got didn't turn out the way I expected. It's kind of confusing because I don't want to get into a lot of detail cuz it's pretty personal....but is it too hard to understand? I've got to understand this prompting deal better....cuz it's what carried me through life and I'm really trying to get in touch with it....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we also had the brazilian game...and it was Thiago (my little devilish brother), grandma, mom and Izzy...not as fun as I would hope...cuz they are relly not that much into soccer and so they don't know what is going on and comment on things that are just random and wrong...hahahahaha, I think I need to get some company for next time...get together with friends....when Brazil scored twice, Isabelle cried...she was so scared...the entire neighborhood screamed and the vuvuzelas went off...it was crazy,...next time I'm going to record it so everyone in the States gets a feeling for how CRAZY this country is about soccer...It's REALLY a lot of fun...I'm so glad I'm here at this time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8179378639794795547?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8179378639794795547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8179378639794795547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8179378639794795547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8179378639794795547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-questions.html' title='A few questions...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7314968266615021631</id><published>2010-06-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:24:48.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Looks Boutique</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...my friend Beca has just started her kid's boutique...she makes darling clothes and I LOVE IT! I wanted to annouce it to everyone so you can take a look at her facebook page....there's also a giveaway that you can participate...which is what I'm doing...hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! You won't regret it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/tinylooks?ref=ts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7314968266615021631?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/#!/tinylooks?ref=ts' title='Tiny Looks Boutique'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7314968266615021631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7314968266615021631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7314968266615021631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7314968266615021631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/06/tiny-looks-boutique.html' title='Tiny Looks Boutique'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5800585201320727316</id><published>2010-06-08T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:54:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lmzTTRLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/oG9OOrabMnA/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lmzTTRLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/oG9OOrabMnA/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480570251325424818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what the "Mercado Municipal" looks like with all the fruits....it's the garden of eden  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lmE95gtI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/VSc6UkFpa4U/s1600/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lmE95gtI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/VSc6UkFpa4U/s320/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480570238887625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;riding a bike with the two girls was hard work...but so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7llcKOmqI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/4mrL8mkZuZ8/s1600/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7llcKOmqI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/4mrL8mkZuZ8/s320/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480570227933485730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bea is a little sunshine...she never has a bad day even when she does :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lk8U4F2I/AAAAAAAAA_I/mFHw7iFaQlw/s1600/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lk8U4F2I/AAAAAAAAA_I/mFHw7iFaQlw/s320/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480570219388213090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little ice cream for Izzy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lkPgfapI/AAAAAAAAA_A/8AyL6E25NwU/s1600/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lkPgfapI/AAAAAAAAA_A/8AyL6E25NwU/s320/Maio+ja+esta+no+final-Pretel+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480570207357332114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of grandma and her girls...they are just an awesome team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I learn how to change my background and do fun stuff on my blog....be patient with the changes...something weird might come up or out of place too :)hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling way better about things...I guess we all have our ups and downs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been really missing Rexburg and the lifestyle I had back there...missing my friends...even my bishop...he was an all around awesome guy and has a great family. Don't get me wrong I think I will still have plenty of opportunity to love my new ward...but you goota know I thought I was in the best church ward ever!!!hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stuff is still not here from the States and it should head to Brasilia sometime this month, then it's making sure we have a job, a home and we head to Brasilia to pick up our stuff at my grandma's house. Which by the way is here visiting us in Sao Paulo.... I'm trowing some more pics in here today to make it fun fun fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u all have a lovely end of night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick question for my nurse friends (or anyone who wants to answer really):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm felling a "uterine heaviness", like I'm bloated but in the uterus (weird I know) lately...is this a sign that my period is coming back? I'm still nursing and I haven't had my period since I got pregnant with Bea...so....any guesses?? I'd love to hear from you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5800585201320727316?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5800585201320727316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5800585201320727316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5800585201320727316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5800585201320727316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-change.html' title='A good change...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7lmzTTRLI/AAAAAAAAA_g/oG9OOrabMnA/s72-c/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-1042038739180510330</id><published>2010-06-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:44:42.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS REXBURG!!!!!(the title has nothing to do with the content of this post,hehehe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So, I'm trying really hard to finish my homework for my online class "teachings of the living prophets" and my mom keeps talking about farmville with my great-aunt. It's so annoying...I hate this facebook games.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..I've been meaning to write here about my relationship with my mom and this seems as good of a time as it gets(this sentence doesn't sound right, is it?). Well, some of you know my mother and know that I have issues with her, she is a nice lady, she has taught me a lot of things that I can only be grateful for,  I love her. There are some things thought that I SO wish she had taught me when I was younger and I wanted to make note of that so moms out there won't do the same because those are things that I had to struggle REALLY hard to learn on my own. (and still learning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great aspects that I am eternally grateful for is the time I have spent in the States. I had contact with a culture that for the most part (at least the part I was exposed to) that teaches responsibility and accountability to children. I have so many great friends who did not know I was watching them, but I did FREQUENTLY because I wanted to learn how to do that with my kids. Hard work, responsibility, accountability, diligence, patience, craftiness etc are some of the things that I have been working so hard to learn since I left home when I was 18. I want to mostly focus on hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed since I came here that my mom has really never understoon how to teach us hard work. I have a 10-yr-old brother who does not help around the home. Mostly because my mom feels that she needs to spare him of that work in order to show him that she loves him and that she is a good mother. Have you ever seen that before? She works extra hard around the house picking up his slack and cleaning, cooking and doing everything that a home maker does for a 10 yr old who doesn't think it is his responsibility to help around the house. That is exactly how we grew up. With a loving mother who didn't want us to work around the house because she wanted us to be kids. Well fast forward a little bit and when 18 hit, she expected all kids to start taking care of their stuff (we were actually only supposed to take care of our rooms, which I was the only one who did it, when it got really messy) and help her out around the house. She says that because we have grown up we need to know that she needs help. Now in my head, the least thing 18 yr olds want to do is help their moms. So I left to go to college and my brothers were the ones supposed to help. Wanna know the outcome?nobody ever helped and she was more and more overwhelmed with house work. I would feel sorry for her at this point, but to me it was self inflicted and it won't change. It won't change because I've talked to her, I pointed out how I could have learned better and how I wish I learned how to do things and you know what she said? "you take care of your kids and I will keep doing what I think is right for mine"...well then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I urge you to teach your kids to work hard, to share responsibilities in the home, to be part of a working family, becase those were the things that I noticed the most and I try so hard to build with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without getting into too much detail as I went to college I had a hard time with my choices and learning how to manage my time and how sometimes the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;consequences of my poor choices (nothing regarding my eternal salvation) was something I could not choose or change... I could change my choices but not the consequences...I wish I were more disciplined and I knew how to do things around the house more....you know little things like that?it definitely helps when you are away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really hard on me trying to be completely different from the way I was raised. As I said, my mom is a great person, but a great person I have a lot of issues with and I hope that I can be someone that won't have issues with my daughters. I hope I can teach them the importance of taking responsibility for your actions and their individual worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We women have to be REALLY careful with how we teach our kids, because it will come back to haunt us. I can testify of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;What has your mom taught you that helped you as an adult? How has your mom taught you to be patient? or hard working? or responsible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-1042038739180510330?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/1042038739180510330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=1042038739180510330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1042038739180510330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1042038739180510330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-rexburgthe-tile-has-nothing-to.html' title='I MISS REXBURG!!!!!(the title has nothing to do with the content of this post,hehehe)'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7776975672122465902</id><published>2010-05-25T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:11:00.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed....</title><content type='html'>Granpa is really looking granpash in this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD76wgHsI/AAAAAAAAA94/vm8PKSAEfTA/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD76wgHsI/AAAAAAAAA94/vm8PKSAEfTA/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255574895533762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to see the tiger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD7clBHxI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LyGHk62XBS8/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD7clBHxI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LyGHk62XBS8/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255566794301202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is good on my granpa's lap...while driving the car....(we were going 2 mph as you can see the animals were all around us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD7BLnBkI/AAAAAAAAA9o/FCvUad8Jfiw/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD7BLnBkI/AAAAAAAAA9o/FCvUad8Jfiw/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255559439976002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how close you can get to them...I was holding Thiago's hand because he was afraid they would bite him as they tried to get the food from his hand... (Thiago is my 10 yr old brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD6mIcoWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/9K1Tiec0ZHo/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD6mIcoWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/9K1Tiec0ZHo/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255552178954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My turn....it was so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD6RLpD7I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/fZ45If5WJ8o/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD6RLpD7I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/fZ45If5WJ8o/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475255546555207602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_fYBU8xI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1wxGuBpG_FI/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa with the girls...I think he is especially in love with Bia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_e2qAi-I/AAAAAAAAA9I/t-sYk-3i6RE/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_e2qAi-I/AAAAAAAAA9I/t-sYk-3i6RE/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475250677531839458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us taking the train to go to a "gosh" forsaken place with my great aunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_ep2fLUI/AAAAAAAAA9A/U6HgeXewaAw/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_ep2fLUI/AAAAAAAAA9A/U6HgeXewaAw/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475250674094517570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents and Czuba...a good friend and returned missionary from my parent's missiona- Portugal Lisbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_eKzSZHI/AAAAAAAAA84/BLBr-CSuH78/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_eKzSZHI/AAAAAAAAA84/BLBr-CSuH78/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475250665759597682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabelle at the Mercado Municipal- 25 de marco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_drkY8rI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Yo21K988p4o/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v_drkY8rI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Yo21K988p4o/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475250657375613618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bia having fun looking at the monkeys at Simba Safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9VQlZTHI/AAAAAAAAA8o/J6u5ksYkfNA/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9VQlZTHI/AAAAAAAAA8o/J6u5ksYkfNA/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475248313669864562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The living room of my parent's apartment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9U0G0LsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/lfiB9H-ApaI/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9U0G0LsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/lfiB9H-ApaI/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475248306025410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Czuba and Bia...they look SOOOO good in this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9UWifV8I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Zu5dIBput3E/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9UWifV8I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Zu5dIBput3E/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475248298088421314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little family...without my chubby Bia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9T6NH1NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/RusLTlppFuE/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9T6NH1NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/RusLTlppFuE/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475248290482607314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ironing...and momma on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9TQABkyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Kgbc-D3PRcE/s1600/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_v9TQABkyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Kgbc-D3PRcE/s320/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475248279153382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I got a good reality check of my own. I went to this lady's house from my ward. Let's call her Mary. She lived with her husband in the States for 10 years. Her hubby finished a bachelor's and a masters degree and they had to come back in a hurry because they found out the had leukemia, which when she was diagnosed the people at the hospital asked her" do you have 250,000 dollars?" She responded negatively and they said they wouldn't be able to treat her. She came back to survive really...they still haven't got their lives in place. I have been thinking a lot lately and the conclusion is really shame. I mean, really what kind of challenge would it be to come back to our country get a wonderful job and money to spare without any REAL hard work involved?what would be the lesson learned?how would we grow our trust and depency upon the Lord if we were just handed everything we thought we deserved?? I see so many people that still struggle despite their qualifications...why would we be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess today I come to the realization that things won't ever be easy or painless....(as much as we "knew" things wouldn't be easy you never really understand it until you are here) It's just how opposition in all things work. Perhaps it's not so much what I go through but what I learn from it and how I face it that will make all the difference in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheers to gratefulness and to all the blessings that I have been giving....and cheers to everyone who has to work hard to make things work....because this is the ride that we accepted to take and we have to make it a joyful one....so I'm making mine a joyful ride...no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7776975672122465902?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7776975672122465902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7776975672122465902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7776975672122465902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7776975672122465902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/05/ashamed.html' title='Ashamed....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S_wD76wgHsI/AAAAAAAAA94/vm8PKSAEfTA/s72-c/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2451653098658769310</id><published>2010-05-20T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:24:34.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I've learned...</title><content type='html'>So here a few things I wanted to register because I have been learning so much lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- marriage is a partnership of equals- if you want the husband to do it, you do it first and he will follow behind you. Even if sometimes you have to ever so gently remind them of the "equal" partnership and that our job is the hardest job out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- kids respond to love example so much better...it's so hard not to lose it sometimes though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- personal commandements can be treaky and crazy inspirations that you get from time to time, but they are OHHHH so personal and NEED to be followed. I'm still battleling with mine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- An empty mind is the foundation of evil. One must always keep the mind occupied and focused in order to avoid trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Sometimes (quite often actually) in life being quite is better than anything you could say. I think that truth is not as important as knowing when to "shut up" is....and i'm really not undermining the value of always speaking the truth....agian...just something I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- if you work hard enough for something it will mean lots more than if it's just given to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...but those are just a few that I wanted to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat keeps going for interviews and they all require you have your "own" company. So instead of hiring the person they hire the service. Does that make sense? So now we are in the process of doing that and some other good leads.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to settle down!!!!! It's all good though...we have been reatly blessed and I think the Lord is again taking us to unexpected and dark places...but we will keep trusting him that this is the best route we can get and that later on we will look back and see the worders He has worked in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I wanna tell ya!! "Socialist" medicine rocks. (hehehehehe, at least for the girls it does). Here in Brazil if you don't have a private insurance they send you to the government's insurance. It's not like medicaid, it's more like the insurance system they have in Canada. Anyway, it sucks for adults, but for kids so far so good...at least where I've been. It's poor and ugly, but the treatment is great and that's all I care. After living here for over a month now I'm getting used to the poorness, ugliness and dirtyness of places...and I'm even dressing the part cuz usually I'm so afraid of being robbed if I look nice when I go to those places. Today I was about to put my make up on and I decided leave it off cuz I wasn't going anywhere where people would have make up on. Something really interesting about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we went to the doc at 11:30 am and left and 3 pm the girls have a GREAT pediatrician and they have all their vaccines and stuff in. It wastes my entire day, but at least they are doing well and have competent doctors caring for them...I just hate to be always vigilant of the sick little kids around them...they all wanna touch each other's hands,toys...it's freaking hard work to keep them away from other kids...they wanna play!!!the other day a little guy fell in love with Izzy and then his mom comes up to me after his consult and says "He really has pnemonia!!!" and I was like "&amp;amp;@^&amp;amp;#%%^@#" Arghhhhhhhh....I bathed Izzy in hand sanitizer and went on with life....sometimes you can only pray for the best and wish you could punch that irresponsible mom's little face, hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!and by the way...Bia's dinner today was: mandioquinha (yucca rootish/potato kinda thing), carrot and chicken....all in mash potato style...and SHE LOVED IT! I can't believe my little girl is already eating solids....SO grown up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2451653098658769310?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2451653098658769310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2451653098658769310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2451653098658769310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2451653098658769310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-ive-learned.html' title='what I&apos;ve learned...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7632845508564879607</id><published>2010-05-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:14:27.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somes pictures....</title><content type='html'>It took me a long time to get this picture out....so here is a little   bit of the concrete jungle I am living in. I am actually startying to   see the beauty in it!!!! I don't know why it takes so long for pictures   to be posted in this blog....i think I really haven't posted pictures  in  a while heh???hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea and grandpa taking a much needed nap....he's enjoying her so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OFSAMOKGI/AAAAAAAAA8A/6o9hUEf0DRo/s1600/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OFSAMOKGI/AAAAAAAAA8A/6o9hUEf0DRo/s320/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468360916893313122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy trying to be mommy and carrying a HUGE purse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OEPI4c7dI/AAAAAAAAA74/phQBQLCjnMI/s1600/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OEPI4c7dI/AAAAAAAAA74/phQBQLCjnMI/s320/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468359768175078866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The concrete jungle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OEOoEItZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/K3tgxkXVDvc/s1600/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OEOoEItZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/K3tgxkXVDvc/s320/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468359759365715346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graffitti is part of our daily lives now...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OBmWXAckI/AAAAAAAAA7o/I-d1cJrQ8CU/s1600/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OBmWXAckI/AAAAAAAAA7o/I-d1cJrQ8CU/s320/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468356868395004482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok....I know it's not much...but at least something right???i'll have more tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7632845508564879607?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7632845508564879607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7632845508564879607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7632845508564879607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7632845508564879607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/05/somes-pictures.html' title='somes pictures....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-OFSAMOKGI/AAAAAAAAA8A/6o9hUEf0DRo/s72-c/de+Las+Vegas+ao+Brasil+2010+626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-1461995897328062906</id><published>2010-05-06T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:48:39.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-N_OiLd8ZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_ZcxaIUh24Y/s1600/Com+a+Irm%C3%A3+Querida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-N_OiLd8ZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_ZcxaIUh24Y/s320/Com+a+Irm%C3%A3+Querida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468354260227715474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I'm trying to post some recent pics...and 'm not sure why i's not working....but it uploaded this really old one...hahahahahaha...so here's to a little bit of fun in this blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does Izzy look like me???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-1461995897328062906?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/1461995897328062906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=1461995897328062906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1461995897328062906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1461995897328062906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-testing.html' title='Just testing...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/S-N_OiLd8ZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_ZcxaIUh24Y/s72-c/Com+a+Irm%C3%A3+Querida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6719540443331895810</id><published>2010-04-25T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:15:27.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th largest city is the world: welcome to Sao Paulo</title><content type='html'>So I promised a post with tons of pictures, but I'm having a hard time finding my camera cable (am I translating things to portugueses already?I'm not sure cable is the right word)...I think the dang thing is in the ship on the way to this "wonderful" country. Do you feel a little sarcasm already?hahhaahha. Well needless to say I've been less than impressed with Brazil since I've been back. Not only the social differences are horrendous(sp?) I've been really anxious about life in general. I've had to use the SUS to take the girls to doctor's appointment and THANK GOD this country has a "socialist" health care for those that cannot afford a private insurance. The girls have had great treatment so far though and Bia has come down with a nasty ear infection and she is taking a round of antibiotics. Izzy is also sick but we are using the nebulizer and she is not coughing half as much as she was when we first got here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's humid!!!!!!My skin is great, but I cannot feel clean during the day. I keep sweating and I have to say I'm pretty sure hell will be humid and heaven will have the perfect climate like Brasilia, hehehehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are two things I have found out about my life that I hadn't previously realized, two things you gotta understand about me: 1) All my life I've been spoiled rotten for being a good girls in my family and I have never been really extremely exposed to poverty and unfortunetly poverty bothers me 2) I'm a little on the naive side for when it comes to real life experiences and I plan on staying that way and raising my children that way. Let me explain myself because I just sounded like a huge jerk. I am really shocked with how things worked in Sao Paulo. I was raised in the capital (Brasilia) in a clean and organized city and now I've introduced to PURE mess. Sao Paulo is caos. I have to say I'm learning how to like it, but it's definitely a process. The pollution and noise drive me nuts, but there's everything you can possibly imagine at your fingertips. The variety is amazing. People are SOOOOOO nice and I have to say I thought people in Rexburg were nice, but I think it's even better in Sao Paulo :) There are soooo many people, it's crazy....we took the subway two days after we got here and went downtown. I don't think I've ever seen so many people together. It was amusing to say the least....we got talking in the subway and met two really nice ladies who were in love with the girls and then we went our ways....people in Sao Paulo are just cool you know? I just love the people....I love brazilian people...their hearts, their smiles...their everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the poverty, it bothers me. Because I'm not used to seeing so many poor places. You have to remember I lived in Rexburg for almost 7 years. Clean, neat, organized, small, beautiful.....I come to the polar opposite: dirty, disorganized, crowded and sometimes pretty plain ugly. I catch myself in aw just wondering WHAT IN THE HECK AM I DOING HERE?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ear fellow blog friends...I am yet to find out what my purpose is....but I'm sure there's one. Well, I have to hold on to that, because if I don't I will go crazy. Mt has gone to three interviews so far and we haven't heard anything. Next week there's more. People tell us we need to be patient and that opportunity is there. We are doing a lot of networking and the Lord will bless us. It just bugs me that in the meantime we have to live off my parents. I guess I really never learned to be "getter" I like giving a whole lot better than receiving things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Brazil everything is smaller: the toothpaste, cars, cups, portions, people, streets, the bread, apartments...EVERYTHING...it's funny and frustating, hehehehehe. I'm still getting used to all of that too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are living in a tiny (and when I mean tiny, I mean a 3 bedroom apartment which is where my parents live with 8 of us). I have taken pics of our sleeping arrangements and it's pretty funny actually. We have managed to establish a routine and we are officially "settled" as far as figuring out how and when to do things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food: the fruits and vegetables are amazing....soooooo much better than in the States.... I guess we have to win in at least one aspect right?hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends: Another thing you have to know about me is the older I get the harder it is for me to change and make more friends. I just love my friends so much and I was so comfortable with them that it just takes effort to want to get to know more people. I'm pretty open, but I have changed so much thru the years that now it takes will power to go out make friends and then be open to them. I need to change for the better!!!! I haven't felt a great need to socialize and I think it's partly because I'm still battling with myself about being here and what I need to do, and how to establish a better routine, how to take advantage of the resources I've been given etc...I need to get out of my shell though and I don't know why it's so hard. (Thank goodness Aline is here otherwise I'd be in deep depression by now, hahahahaha) I think Heavenly Father has a funny sense of humor, every time he knows I'm comfortable I move and then I have to change my life and make friends and fall in love with people and cultures and places and then he moves me again :) (is that why I'm still resistant to change?hahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this post was just an update. I think I can transfer my pics to my mom's pc tomorrow. So you can have a better idea of how our lives are here. I will just leave you today with information and a lot of complaining :) hahahahahahaha. I'm really sorry I don't have pics yet. I will have them pretty soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for worrying and praying for us. We are happy close to family and enjoying their company. I mean truly happy and blessed. Even with all my complaining, we are healthy and Heavenly Father has never left our side. I'm just getting used to the ride but I recognize that we have all we need for now and we just have to trust that whatever is the best will end up happening in the end!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6719540443331895810?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6719540443331895810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6719540443331895810' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6719540443331895810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6719540443331895810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/04/5th-largest-city-is-world-welcome-to.html' title='The 5th largest city is the world: welcome to Sao Paulo'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-591326973365311428</id><published>2010-04-12T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:51:17.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night in Rexburg....</title><content type='html'>We have had a crazy busy and fun last few days....I think the way Mat described in his testimony today at church really tells it all "I cannot think of a different word but grattitude". That's how I feel right now. We have had an outpouring of help and friendship throughout the days....People calling offering to take the kids, meals at all times (yummy by the way). We have eaten at our friend's houses for a long time now....We have a lot of people coming over to our home to help us clean up and patch holes on the walls, scrub the floors,ovens, cabinets etc....I've had help packing our luggage  and anything else you can probably think of. I truly am GRATEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but think how much of a better friend I could have been, how much more I could have done for others and how much I have learned. I truly LOVE this city and it has become my home for the past 7 years. It's hard to leave it all here and go to the unknown. I really am to the point where I am just AFRAID of leaving Rexburg. I don't think I would mind just staying....I know we have lots to learn wherever we end up, but it will be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had friends through "good bye parties" for the past 2 weeks and it has been amazing. They sang for us, they were just THERE so I want to take the time to thank them here because I know that it doesn't take very much from me to thank people, but it means the world to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Anna: first and foremost I think I have to thank you. For holding on to our friendship thru the good the bad and the ugly :) For being so helpful and so wonderful even when you are expecting twins with wild Thomas running around. Thank you for being part of my success as you helped me graduate,be a better mom and a better friend. I really wish I could have done more for you and been there more for you, but I hope you know that I have learned to be a better person because of you. I want you to know how much I truly love you from the bottom of my heart, and how much I blindly trust you :) Please come live close to me soon? I've become spoiled :) You are family to me, the look alike sister I've never had and always wanted to have :) Remember you can always count on me and that I will always always be there for you. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Helga: You are just amazing.I can never keep up with your energy and willingness to help and come over for a good laugh. I just love you to pieces. Thank you for your friendship and endless help with the girls and for just listening to me :) CONGRATS on your graduation as this marks a great accomplishment and a huge victory...and know that you are loved wherever you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Jana e Samuelson: I really love and admire you. You have been an angel to us and I know that you need to be praised every day for the person you are and whatch you have taught me. I know you will do great things in the future and help Sam to be even a better man than he already is, because you are just that kind of person, You make others better because of your presence and example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johan: BIXOOOOOOO. I don't know what to say except that,hehehehehehehe, I think it summs it up. I know Mat will miss you, (and I will miss you too) THANK YOU for all your help, you have been there for us every time we needed and that means a lot to our family. I hope you have felt the same way and that we can always be there for you too....I just love you :) and I hope we live close to each other again...if not, when we all become rich, we can go on cruises together and laugh our heads off from when we were poor and gave each other $5 dollar gift cards from Applebee's (you'll know what I mean pretty soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Amelia: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! You are an amazing women and I love you. I've learned immensely from you and enjoyed every minute we spent together as rommates and friends. I wish you the best wherever you go from here on out and I want you to know that I love and appreciate you :) I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulinha e Cefas: I really hated that we became so close as we were about to leave. I wish you guys had been here all along. I love you and I have found true friends in you. I know our lives will cross paths in the future. Paulinha thanks for all the help that you have given me and all the yummy meals you have served. For laughing so hard together until Mat falls asleep cuz it's so late and he can't handle it anymore :) OBRIGADA OBRIGADA OBRIGADA. You will be forever loved and remembered. We'll see you in a few months ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroles: Angelita loves you :) I wish I could be here for the a little while longer :) You will be such a great mom....and Bebelle won't hate you in a few years...you will be her cool aunt forever :) Please make some charming boys for my girls after you marry and I will make some charming boys for your girls so we can be family :) I think we actually are family at heart :) I love you and I appreciate all the help and good conversations we've had and memorable times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: If your name was not specifically mentioned it does NOT mean you are not loved and appreciated. I just felt a great need to show gratitude to those that have had a huge hand in our lives and have helped us so far shape who we areand who we want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have words anymore...I really don't know what to think and feel....I actually feel a little empty and I wish I didn't have to say good-bye. As I think about all the fun and lessons that I have learn I think most of all I have to thank my Heavenly Father. Not only after these years here I recognize my complete dependency on Him and my need to just follow HIS WILL. I actually need to thank Him for sending me the friends and acquaintances in the past years that have taught me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU is really all I can say. We are blessed individuals for all that we have and truly are rich because of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now 'bid you farewell' as my next post will be in Brazil....where I will blog more and let you know what is going on in our lives a lot more frequently. I hope the Lord blesses you wherever you are and whatever you do and may God be with you till we meet again :') I can hardly keep my crying under control as I think of this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-591326973365311428?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/591326973365311428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=591326973365311428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/591326973365311428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/591326973365311428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night-in-rexburg.html' title='Last night in Rexburg....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5194071027758518053</id><published>2010-03-31T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:35:24.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged a while ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;1. When is your "engagement" anniversary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;September 17th, 2005...just 3 months before we go married...and I thought it was forever until he actually proposed...i was so anxious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia,serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;2. When is your  "marriage" anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;December 17th, 2005 (we actually count the temple date instead of the civil wedding- for those of you who don't know, in Brazil they don't recognize temple marriage and so we got married civily on the 15th, drove the entire day of the 16th to the closest temple and got sealed bright and early on the 17th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. How long have you known your spouse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think the first time I met him was august of 2000. So technically almost 10 years...WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. How long did you date/court before you  were engaged?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after he came back from his mission we started sating again in July and got engaged in september&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Where did you meet your spouse for the  first time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was at the Oeiras chapel in Portugal. I saw him with cargo pants, a shirt that matched the pant and a little hat(bone)...I thought he was really handsome and he had the bad boyish look to him, which I loved and also the most beautiful green eyes :) I think I feel for him then... :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. What is you and your spouse's full  names:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mathew Kretly Pretel Busto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Barbara Roque da Costa Pretel (Yeah! I refused to take the Busto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Do you have any children:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeap, two girls...2 1/2 yrs old and 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. How many - boys/girls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 girls....as I said before....heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Do you have any house pets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;No, not yet...I really want a god though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Do you live in the country or  town/city:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would call rexburg country, but we are moving in a few days to Sao Paulo, the 5th largest city in the world: POLLUTION here I come!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. What are some of your favorite  activities together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I love to watch movies with him and cuddle. Mostly out main thing has been talking lately though, because he is never home with his last semester of school and I miss talking to grown ups :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. Do you have a favorite vacation spot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. When did you first kiss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was at a temple trip to the Madrid Temple in Spain. I can't remember exactly, it's in my diary. I think June 22nd, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. What church do you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LDS Church in Rexburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. Did you get married in a church?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Campinas, Sao Paulo Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. What town is your current address at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rexburg, Idaho (and we looooove it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. Do you work or stay at home:&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home....and it's a FULL TIME JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. Where did you go on your honeymoon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maceio, Alagoas Brasil and visited places around there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20.What was the funniest gift you gave  when dating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I don't think I ever gave him anything funny....hahahahaha. I pretty much gave him clothes, cuz he needed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21.How long have you been together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you count dating time before his mission and after 6 years . If not 4 1/2 of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22. How long did you know each other  before you started dating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We became friends for about 2 years before we started to date. Dating is a little different in Latin America (or Portugal for that matter) you become exclusive once you start dating...so I started dating him when I turned 16t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23. Who asked who out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were listening to Djavan sitting next to each other on the bus heading to Madrid and at 5 in the morning as I was falling asleep he kissed me, needless to say I woke up right away...hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25.Where do you each work or go to school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We both went to BYU-Idaho. He is not working right now and my work is within the walls of my home. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;26. Which situation is the hardest on you  as a couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Figuring out how to live together without killing each other :) hehehehehehe. I think once we added on the kids, the stress level went up, but we are both very bad tempered people and so patience is the hardest thing for us. Also dealing with stress and money has proved to also be a huge challenge. We are able to make it all work out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;27. Did you go to the same school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, BYU-Idaho. The best school ever ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28. Are you from the same home town?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nope. He is from Lisbon, Portugal(he was born in Brazil and grew up in Pt) and I'm from Brasilia-Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29. Who is smarter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depends on what you are talking about....but we both are....what kind of question is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30. Who is more sensitive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me!!!! He is emotionally challenged...hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;31.Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Applebee's yummmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;32. Where is the furthest you two have  traveled together as a couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brazil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;34. What attracted you about him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His green eyes, his bad boyish look, how he was taller than me (I have a problem with short guys), how he made me feel like a princess and the amount of fun we had together....but mostly and AT FIRST his amazing looks :)hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;35. Who does the cooking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;36. Who is more social?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think we both are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;37. Who is the neat-freak?&lt;br /&gt;I am for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;38. Who is more stubborn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahaha, we are tied on that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;39. Who hogs the bed?&lt;br /&gt;He does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;40. Who wakes up earlier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He does because of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;41. Where was your first date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;? we don't know. I asked him and he also doesn't remember. Really we don't have dates in Brasil, it's more like you start dating and then you go out as boyfriend and girlfriend. If you are not dating when you go out you are just hanging out with friends....at least for me and my group of friends was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;42. Who had more boyfriends/girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;He beat me by one (he had 4 and I had 3) but he def kissed more....he had kissing buddies...arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;43. Do you get flowers often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, but I would love to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;44. How do you spend the holidays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have lived away from both of our families since we got married and so we don't know, I would imagine we would split Christmas and New year's taking turns with each family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;45. Who is more jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I AM. Crazy jealous lady....yeap it's me ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;46. How long did it take to get serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After his mission it took one kiss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;47. Who eats more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I eat more when I'm pregnant and he eats more on a daily basis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;48. Who does the laundry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do, he never helps with laundry, he hates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;49. Who’s better with the computer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny question. Def him....he is a computer programmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;50. Leave a piece of advice for the other  couples:&lt;br /&gt;My grandma said this to us on our wedding: Respect each other and be selfless. It still is hard on us to be selfless all the time, but we are working on it and it really is the only way. I find that if I try to think of him as I do things, he tends to respond better and apparently starts being selfless himself. Also have fun together and LAUGH together. It has helped us thru the hard times and it definetely improves the day to day routine and stress :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7936039432951895461-5194071027758518053?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5194071027758518053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5194071027758518053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5194071027758518053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5194071027758518053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-tagged-while-ago.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged a while ago....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6990896533158831695</id><published>2010-03-25T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:33:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to put pictures and the internet went down. So now I just want to write a little something to shake the dust off this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tickets are confirmed and April 13th it is. My parents are about to close on purchasing a place in Sao Paulo and it looks like we might really take over their rent. Life is busy but wonderful! At this point I'm surprised at my calmness and how much I'm not worried about Brazil. Maybe we have no idea what's coming at us, but we feel like we have everything we need and that everything will really work out the way it's supposed to. Thank you for the scriptures you've left here the support and prayers!!! We really don't feel like we have a lot on our plates now. We are moving along and we are happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past days Bea has been teething. I can really see her gums swollen and I can feel how hard it is too. I hope those teeth erupt soon because she has been miserable and FUSSY like I've never seen a child of mine :) She especially likes to fuss at night when we are all asleep (and prefer to remain so), the other day I went to bed at 4:30  trying to calm her. We've been taking turns with tylenol, motrin, teething tablets and orajel. The tablets and orajel seem to be really helpful (thanks Katy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle is a talking machine. She watches "finding nemo: 30 times a day. It's AMAZING how she never gets sick of it. She doesn't spend a lot of time actually in front of the TV, she watches segments of the movie, but she needs to have it on at all times for some reason. So I'm working on memorizing the lines (got a lot of them down already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat is 2 weeks away from graduation. We have decided to go celebrate at Texas Roadhouse instead of making a dinner, because we will have nothing in the apartment at that point. Everyone if invited! It will be fun!!!! We went to grad fest today and I took some pictures. I make everything a big deal, I love celebrations and I want him to enjoy every bit of it, sor we will MISS THIS SO MUCH!!!!! Pictures to come.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just counting down the days...I can't decide if I'm nervous of excited...probably both! 19 days.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6990896533158831695?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6990896533158831695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6990896533158831695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6990896533158831695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6990896533158831695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-tried-to-put-pictures-and-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-420416634501793491</id><published>2010-02-23T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:13:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More about life recently....</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I felt like writing a little more about our life. I'm in a self-pity mode,so forgive me if I sound ungrateful. I know we have a lot to be thankful for. We have a family that is willing and can help us thru this unemployment situation. I'm sad to say though that it hurts my ego (we shouldn't really have an ego right?it's a form of pride, and no form of pride is a good thing to have- from all that I have studied about it so far...) Well, it does hurt. It makes me upset that I can't go on a date with my hubby, or buy diapers and wipes or anything like that on my own. I just feel plain stupid using my mom's money to buy diapers and other necessities of life. Our savings are gone,for savings as a student is almost a non existing thing, and that's what got into me today. All the expectations that I had that we would graduate and move on to a better life are pretty shattered at this point. I don't know how much we will get paid and I have never lived in Brazil as a home maker, so to say that I am clueless about prices and life in Brazil is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are probably wondering. Is there nothing else u can do to stay? We have tried different venues but we don't feel right about any of them....despite the darkness of leaving the states, at least there is the feeling that we are doing the right thing for us. (notice FOR US, not necessarily other people that have been in the same situation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last post I have been pretty much well and keeping up the faith for a new job and our new life, however we haven't heard anything from any company and it's not because of lack of applying for jobs....Mat is close to reaching 100 companies he has applied for now. Emails back and forth from people we know and lots of prayers later...nothing. I'm sure it's not the time to have our prayers answered then....and my "natural man" is speaking louder than my "faithful man" side therefore the pitiful mood. I wonder all day what we will take to Brazil...where we are gonna live, if I'm gonna have to live with my parents for a long time etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a nice possibility though. My mom is looking at buying an apartment in Sao Paulo and she mentioned how we could take over their rent if their purchase pans out. It would be nice, cuz I would know the things I would need in her apartment, what I could take and what I would get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much going on and nothing really substancial to be mentioned...so I guess I just have to keep ya'll informed as we go. For now the only concrete thing we have is the date we are leaving the States. We are leaving April 13th from SLC ...out trip will take less than 20 hours total,which is the advantage of going to SAo Paulo instead of Brasilia (it would take another 8 hours or more, because there are only 2 planes a day from SP to BSB)...it's also a good thing cuz the girls are a handful and so I don't think it would be very pleasent after more than 20 hours. One thing I'm sure, Isabelle is taking some sort of medicine to sleep thru the flights, cuz she CAN'T be awake for most of it....SHE CANNOT or people in the plane will throw me off of there... :) hehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo....we are leaving in about a month....I can't wait and at the same time I can't even describe how much I hate this whole thing....I guess this is really when the Lord proves us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect about leaving that I'm excited other than the fact that we haven't been there as a family in 4 1/2 years is how much good food my daughters are gonna get. Fruits and veggies are going to rule the house and I can't wait...I miss the delicious fruits that we have available at out finger tips :) Bia will start baby food there (I'm waiting until she is 6 months) ,so it's going to be even better for her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd like to thank all the prayers and comments here....I really appreciate it...and looking at the bright side there's always someone else in a worse situation.....hence the apology from the begginning about being whiny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-420416634501793491?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/420416634501793491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=420416634501793491' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/420416634501793491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/420416634501793491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-about-life-recently.html' title='More about life recently....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8086682947476400508</id><published>2010-02-04T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:12:48.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few updates...</title><content type='html'>So, no light at the end of the tunnel yet :) But we are still going strong. Still researching options for moving or whether we should buy our things there. We are leaning towards taking our things, but we'll see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mat has been applying for a lot of places and we got in contact with a guy that has a lot of work experience in Brazil and was giving Mat a lot of good options. We are hoping to hear back from him in a few days....let's hope something works out. He said that as a computer programmer Mat doesn't have a lot of growth to to thru, but as a manager in the same area he could be making bank. So let's hope he has a management position for him right?? :) hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am on the other hand ging crazy with all the moving,selling and figuring out life after this ordeal...but I'm much better. We talked to our bishop and he was just magnificent. I will miss him dearly and especially our ward. I feel like we have been here for a reason, so the Lord won't let us down from here on out. I also have decided to make this 3 months completely fun and enjoyable because we will take fond memories of our time here in Rexburg and the States I will miss this like crazy, and I'm sure it will be hard to adapt back home, but I'm looking forward to it. However, u haven't seen the last of me yet :) hihihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited for change....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: THANK U everyone who so dearly leave comments and their concern to us. We appreciate your prayers and support at this time. I will try to always comment on ur blogs too :) Thanks for all the advice and love. We feel very loved :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8086682947476400508?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8086682947476400508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8086682947476400508' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8086682947476400508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8086682947476400508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-updates.html' title='A few updates...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-3488702628901172718</id><published>2010-02-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:29:40.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Brazil....</title><content type='html'>Soooo our life has completely turned around in a matter of 2 days. Last week Mat was applying for his OPT so he could work here in the States after his graduation. A lot of confusion from the international office later,we come to find out that he can't apply for it because his CPT(an authorization to work off campus while he is going to school) had been expired and he didn't know. He just assumed that because the international student office hadn't told him anything that it was still valid and the office had no idea either. So because he can't apply for this OPT our advisor told us we need to move back to Brazil.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of tears,desperation, and rage later we are "at peace" with the situation. We are still researching about options on what we can do and if the situation can be changed, but for now we are working towards going back. The scariest part of it is that we not only have two kids now, the salaries are pretty low compared to a starting salary here in the USA. It's like going back to student life with maybe a little bit more. We are coming to find out we can't really afford to take what we have because it's all used and not worth very much and we would have to pay about 10.000 dollars to ship things there. (and that's because we are not paying any taxes at customs) SO we have no idea if we are taking things or buying them there. We will keep y'all informed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say we are terrified is an understatement. We have stepped into the dark and have NO idea what's going to happen. So pray for us and if you happen to fast, include us in it please, because we are going to need all the help we can get. I'm sure the Lord has a bigger plan but because I have no idea what it is, it makes me really afraid to think about what life is going to be especially with our little girls. We don't have a job yet, but we are madly looking for one. We are using all resources we can and something is going to work out- IT HAS TO. We just don't know what it is yet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I know, this is probably the only way I would be going back to Brazil for a low salary. I always wanted to go back, but with a stable situation,so I guess our prayers have been answered. We have been praying for a long time to be guided to where we need to go after Mat's graduation and the answer was pretty straight forward. We needed to learn to maybe be more humble and rely on the Lord completely. A lot of lessons were learned and are still out there to be learned by us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is more of a general idea about what's happening and I'm sure you will have more questions and I'll be glad to answer any of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cheers to unexpected change and how our lives are totally not controlled by us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-3488702628901172718?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/3488702628901172718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=3488702628901172718' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3488702628901172718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3488702628901172718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving-to-brazil.html' title='Moving to Brazil....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-97799035242874137</id><published>2010-01-06T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:57:26.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little correction...</title><content type='html'>SOOOO, I received some comments about how awful my husband is to demand that I lose weight, and I guess I just wrote it the wrong way here because after I read it again it really does sound bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never demanded anything, I was talking to him about ways that I could be motivated to do to the gym- because that is my biggest problem- and so I realized that what would motivate me the most would be to work towards having a little dog, especially because it would take time to achieve it with the weight loss and we would be able to mature the idea and work things out. HE NEVER bribed me with the dog----&gt; IT WAS MY IDEA and he just thought it was funny that I wanted a dog so bad and ended up supporting me. He has been helping me a ton and supporting me in my decision to change, but he's not a jerk at all. I am grateful for a wonderful,helpful husband who works so hard for our family and helps me so much at home. I couldn't have someone better with me. I love him deeply and more every day. HE IS THE BEST!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this corrects the misunderstanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to change  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barb&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/7936039432951895461-97799035242874137?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/97799035242874137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=97799035242874137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/97799035242874137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/97799035242874137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-correction.html' title='A little correction...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8135859979489989967</id><published>2010-01-03T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:21:31.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An addition to the family....</title><content type='html'>So we are, should I say, I am looking for  an addition to our family already. I've always wanted to have a dog,but never had the desire or thought we were to the point of actually thinking about it. Lately I've been developing this craziness for dogs and I SOOOOO wanted have a chocolate labrador retriever BUT they shed too much and I'm allergic,so I'll have to wait until we have a house to have my dream dog....MEANWHILE we have spent New Year's Eve at our friend Tati's house. We had a blast, ate sea food(which led my little one to have an allergic reaction) and we met her little maltese: Marshmallow. She is the cutest little dog I've seen. I hate little dogs, I think they look like they are gonna break and they are no fun to play rough with, but I fell in love with this one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOO, now I have bothered my dear wonderful hubby enough to the point where he told me he would give me the dang dog if I lost all the weight I want to lose. I think it's a pretty good incentive don't u??? I've been already researching puppies that we can buy and asking questions to friends. I know Isabelle will love it, because she was completely in love with marshmallow (and wasn't afraid of her- YOU GO GIRL!!!) but I think I will love it even more, because I've always wanted to have a dog and my mom never let me ( I know bohoo me). OHHH and you know what the best thing is??they are HYPOALLERGENIC, so for people like me that have tons of allergies especially dog hair allergy, they are perfect, no shedding,small for an apartment,good with kids and just adorable! (and they don't look like a poodle which makes me like them even more- I HATE poodles)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking maybe in six months???what do you think??That's enough time to mature the idea and to finish losing all the weight I want to. I'M SO EXCITED! So after my little dog(a female that will be called peach or peaches- due to the Ice Age 3 movie) our family is towards another great milestone to becoming what I've always wanted (some other goals involve having a bunch of other kids, including a set of twin boys which hopefully a miracle (they do happen, Anna is having twins for goodness sakes and she has no history AT ALL in her family or her hubby's family) will cause me to have them!)----&gt; YES, call me crazy. I know I am a little too excited/enthusiastic with the having kids deal...but what can I say? I love having babies and so far I'm still sane and functioning pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, and just in case you are asking: no, I don't treat dogs as people, or like to have them instead of kids, but I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now in the process of change,not only because of the dang cute dog I want to have so badly, but because Mat is applying to masters degrees. So far we have looked into Arizona, Pennsylvania, California. We are also considering another internship while we wait for grad school to start next august; he will be done in April and we are over the top excited. Wherever the Lord takes us, I know it will be a good thing and we will learn and grow a lot. I will keep u guys posted on what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I just got my new Visiting Teaching assignment and I'm super excited, because of of the sisters does not speak english, so I'll have to start learning some spanish (and I think that my Relief Society thought I could speak spanish *sigh- I just resent how people think that South America is all the same thing and we all speak the same language* but I'm super excited to get to know her. She is from Costa Rica (so not even South America) and her hubby came to Rexburg to go to college. I really am pumped to be her friend. I LOVE diversity. Our ward is pretty diversified we have: a French family, Mat and I from Brazil, a new girl from Mexico and the new family from Costa Rica. Today during testimony meeting the girl from Mexico borne a little bit of her testimony in spanish, which I thought was perfect for the new family, I bet she felt at home today. I just remember how hard it was for me to learn english and how lost I was in the beggining, but MONOLINGUISM CAN BE CURED as my ESL teacher would say to us every day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is to change in 2010, a new language, a new dog, a new city and home and lots of excitement to our family in the brand new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO!!(Happy New Year in portuguese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barb&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/7936039432951895461-8135859979489989967?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8135859979489989967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8135859979489989967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8135859979489989967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8135859979489989967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2010/01/addition-to-family.html' title='An addition to the family....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2067081049106470244</id><published>2009-12-11T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:04:05.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been up to...</title><content type='html'>SO, life has been interesting for us. We have had a lot going on. Mathew is looking for jobs and masters degrees to apply to. We have not been able to sit down and talk about it yet. Our routine pretty much has been: take care of the kids all day (sometimes work meanwhile),he gets home I go out to exercise and come back with the 2 bathed girls,he leaves for the library, I feed them and put them to bed and then I get to clean the house and eat and take a shower...sometimes do other things like watch a movie(did that once), or do my nails....or just go to bed....this is routine....I've only been exercising for a couple of days,but it feels great already, I needed it. Since I'm talking about it we are going to changing things around here. I'm actually making this blog private,so if you want to be part of it,leave me ur email as a comment and I will add you (even if you don't have a blog,a I need your email). Now I have a blog that is going to help me through my weight loss journey. It a touchy feely subject for me, but I wanted to put myself out there in order to confirm the commitment that I want to take seriously and go till the end. So I need all the help I can get. If you'd like to help me thru this change please feel free to do so. The link is www.mylifetimejourney-to-a-new-me.blogspot.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are doing awesome and growing like a weed. Izzy is talking her elbows off and Bea is wiggly and loud booing and smiling that cute teethless gum of hers. It's AMAZING to me how much they are changing and learning and I cannot believe I am a mom of two girls....today I was thinking I'd like to have a little boy. I'd like to have babies that are 1 year apart, but I need to lose weight and take care of myself before I think about 'breeding' any more people into this world, hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are really entertaining and I'm trying to be better and more patient with Izzy...she drives me nuts, but I realized it's because she's so much like me, which then lead me to think I don't want me and mom's story to happen with her too (two very much alike people butting heads all the time). So I hope you enjoy them as much as I do and that I can make this thing private asap :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2067081049106470244?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2067081049106470244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2067081049106470244' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2067081049106470244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2067081049106470244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up to...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4641987878274769398</id><published>2009-11-12T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:51:00.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a single mom....for three days... :)</title><content type='html'>So, I'm trying to survive 3 days without Mathew. First cuz i miss him too much and second because he helps me out a bunch with the girls. I have been working and being a mom this week. I had to go back to work to finish my internship this semester. It's been really fun though I love what I do and more and more I know I need to do a masters...I'm just researching programs that will allow me to go VERY part time. Like one class per semester, everything is still up in the air though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mat is in San Jose and loving his experience, he has visited a ton of nice companies there...we'll see how it goes and where it goes from here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I work early morning again so I gotta go...just wanted to do a quick upload, cuz I'm always so bad at blogging about life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, girls are great. Izzy is talking and repeating things a ton, she's starting to do 2-3 words sentences. It's adorable. Bia is chubby!10 lbs already, we're starting to see rolls on her and she's on the 90% percentile for her weight....Izzy was definitely not like that...but I looooooove my chubby baby...I have to say I was afraid of not loving her as much as I love Izzy...but that was stupid because I love both of them just as much....cannot see life without my girls!they are perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hope everyone is all right and I will post again soon...PICTURES!!hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4641987878274769398?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4641987878274769398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4641987878274769398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4641987878274769398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4641987878274769398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-as-single-momfor-three-days.html' title='Life as a single mom....for three days... :)'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8067570887407857112</id><published>2009-10-22T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:50:04.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTOS e terrible 2's....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a good pic, but you can see her gorgeous lips....good genetic makeup from mommy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0FUx0q4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/i2W-gqImzJk/s1600-h/DSCN1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0FUx0q4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/i2W-gqImzJk/s320/DSCN1240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395510357159881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our home really clean, please disregard the orange decorative pillows, they don't match our new decoration....soon we'll have some new a pretty ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0FEM72_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/TEE3_PR4Mm0/s1600-h/DSCN1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0FEM72_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/TEE3_PR4Mm0/s320/DSCN1300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395510352710196210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting with Izzy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0E1xd0zI/AAAAAAAAAxM/w4iNDHGgX98/s1600-h/DSCN1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0E1xd0zI/AAAAAAAAAxM/w4iNDHGgX98/s320/DSCN1309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395510348836885298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her beautiful hair, I wish it would stay like that, but we have no blondes in our family, so I'm sure i will get darker....she will still be perfect though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0EewOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/KB9dK9NLCow/s1600-h/DSCN1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0EewOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/KB9dK9NLCow/s320/DSCN1302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395510342657648594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little brunnette, still jaudiced, she's much better now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0D4ZFKkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/52t9yV4U7d0/s1600-h/DSCN1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0D4ZFKkI/AAAAAAAAAw8/52t9yV4U7d0/s320/DSCN1253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395510332360043074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy e papai brincando....o Mathew e tao bom pai...e marido....e tudo...ele e perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxSwQCcnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/O3JCVTqnOMk/s1600-h/DSCN1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxSwQCcnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/O3JCVTqnOMk/s320/DSCN1273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395507289337786994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piercing her ears....notice how she had no idea what was coming...she was 5 days old and we went to Walmart to get it done, I was freaking out to get her out of there ASAP cuz I didn't want any diseases around her, but I SO wanted her to look like a girl....we did it fast and no diseases came of it...and plus she looked adorable with earrings on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxSvXrkGI/AAAAAAAAAws/f6_RJyG4O2w/s1600-h/DSCN1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxSvXrkGI/AAAAAAAAAws/f6_RJyG4O2w/s320/DSCN1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395507289101406306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little newborn...they are SO Little.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxSA-IKSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OxG4vbiAvNQ/s1600-h/DSCN1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxSA-IKSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OxG4vbiAvNQ/s320/DSCN1267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395507276646197538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy squeezing her little sis...she does it every day....this is a resilient girl- i have to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxRvkq21I/AAAAAAAAAwc/7MS1VKstEo4/s1600-h/DSCN1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxRvkq21I/AAAAAAAAAwc/7MS1VKstEo4/s320/DSCN1259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395507271976016722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxRY4rb_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/T7swTcrX5wo/s1600-h/DSCN1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuCxRY4rb_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/T7swTcrX5wo/s320/DSCN1250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395507265885925362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzy is in her terrible twos!I know they called it for a reason, but I now know why!If you think your child is hard at 1 wait until she turns 2 MUCH WORSE!!!!Izzy was a piece of cake at age 1!!!! She now only goes to bed after we reason with her. She cannot answer back,but she won't quit "talking" until we give her a good reason to go to bed. I just put her down for a nap and had to tell her that mommy and baby were going to sleep(I'm not) and that after she woke up we would go for a ride in the new stroller with the baby. She was quiet after that. At night we also have to give her a good excuse, like: "it's time to rest your body so we can play tomorrow, we have played a lot today and everyone is going to bed tired". She won't settle for just a good night. But she still sleeps well. Let's see how long this will last.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been really enjoying having two kids...not easy work,especially because Bia takes SO MUCH of my time just cluster feeding, but it's totally worth it, because they are my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm transferring some pics right now to our computer so I can upload some more recent ones....I'll get them here soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the comments, I really enjoy coming here and the support we get...we love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8067570887407857112?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8067570887407857112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8067570887407857112' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8067570887407857112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8067570887407857112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/10/fotos-e-terrible-2s.html' title='FOTOS e terrible 2&apos;s....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SuC0FUx0q4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/i2W-gqImzJk/s72-c/DSCN1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-235079650774944046</id><published>2009-10-01T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:11:15.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASCEU!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Beatriz Costa Pretel nasceu as 11:44 pm no dia 30/9/2009. Parto normal (aka sem anestesia, uhuuuuuu).&lt;br /&gt;Eu to bem cansada,mas so queria avisar q ela esta aqui e bem saudavel e estamos mto felizes e q dps vamos colocar fotos (olhem no facebook e orkut da minha familia), pq no hospital eles bloqueiam facebook e eu to sem cabo de passar as fotos pela maquina. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nasceu com 7.4 lbs e 18.5 inches. Menor q a Isabelle. Eu levei 4 pontos e estou super bem....o pos parto esta sendo otimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos no hospital ate amanha. Dps daremos mais noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjao a todos e obrigada pela torcida e oracoes. Nos somos mto gratos por vcs.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi e cia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-235079650774944046?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/235079650774944046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=235079650774944046' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/235079650774944046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/235079650774944046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/10/nasceu.html' title='NASCEU!!!!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5283831635814749630</id><published>2009-09-10T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:41:51.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimas noticias rapidinho...</title><content type='html'>OK so rapidinho pra nao dizer q eu nunca passo aqui. Estou com 37 semanas e nao aguentando mais o barrigao...esta barrigao mesmoooooooooooooooooo&lt;div&gt;Hj eu to cuidando de um menino q e mais velho q a Isabelle,filho de uma amiga minha e ele e Bebelle estao dormindo (GRACASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS) os dois se estapiaram a manha inteira..foi engracado pra nao dizer tragico,eles querem os mesmo brinquedos ne?e nem da pra distrair,pq os dois sao da mesma idade e se interessam pela mesma coisa....ainda tentamos,mas eu tirei umas fotos da Bebelle massacrando o menino (mas eu nao deixei nao,era so pra foto...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma coisa e verdade: ELA SABE SE DEFENDER,neguinho q for bater nela vai levar na orelha tb,ela ate pegou uma pedaco de ferro e veio correndo atras do menino q nem cassetete,nao q eu achei bonito,mas tive q me conter pra nao rir na frente dela...eu me pergunto aonde as criancas aprendem essas coisas neh? a Isabelle nunca apanhou e  nem vai apanhar pq eu sou contra essas coisas,ela ja nasceu violentinha.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A casa esta arrumada,as roupas lavadas e minhas costas podres so a espera dessa menininha q nao chega...vamos torcer pra ver se ela chega logo neh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way to fazendo hipnobabies e adorando,a bagaca me relaxaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,e uma delicia....sabado eu tenho medico,minha midwife disse q a Bee ta grande ja...entao vamos ver se continua assim neh??ela so nao vai nascer menor q e a Isabelle,nao tem como,pq eu sinto ela maior q a bebelle.....vamos ver....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como vcs andam?mandem noticias!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5283831635814749630?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5283831635814749630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5283831635814749630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5283831635814749630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5283831635814749630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultimas-noticias-rapidinho.html' title='Ultimas noticias rapidinho...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8404205875738109646</id><published>2009-07-29T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:44:27.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim....</title><content type='html'>Entao dps de mto tempo,finalmente posso dizer com todas as letras ESTOU FORMADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ate meio estranho nao ter deveres e projetos q eu tenho q terminar...parece tudo surreal....estou mto feliz,mas ainda nao caiu a ficha.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu nao crio coragem pra limpar a casa e arrumar tudo pra Beatriz,eu fico lesando com a Isabelle e me preocupando com o meu business. Tenho metas bem especificas pro proximo ano. Agora estou com tanta coisa pra fazer,nessa quinta vamos faxinar a casa inteira,mas so de saber q eu posso finalmente me dedicar a minha casa e familia,estou totalmente aliviada. Como diz a minha amiga Taina, a vida muda mtooo e fica bem melhor dps q a gente se forma (nao poderia concordar mais plenamente com ela)...o maldito do meu curso nao vai me dar dinheiro nenhum,mas pelo menos e o meu papel no mundo....e apesar de tudo amei o q estudei,e nao me arrependo de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao e isso. Estou ja com 31 semanas e minha barriga parece q vai cair de tao pesada. Nossa como eu quero q essa nenem saia logo,logico q prefiro q venha no seu tempo e saudavel,mas essa segunda gravidez tem sido bem mais dificil,realmente nao estava a espera. Apesar de tudo,tenho q confessar q me sinto linda. O Mathew me faz sentir linda e eu adoro minha barriga... :D Ela anda pulando e se estrebuxando de um jeito q eu sinto ela direitinho dentro de mim...acho q ela vai ser maior q a Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas entao e isso,vamos deixando nossas novidades aqui com mais frequencia...e fotos tb....mas agora eu to no lap top e nao tenho nenhuma foto,entao eu posto dps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjks a todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Eventos em Agosto just for your reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- aniversario da Anna&lt;br /&gt;7- Aniversario da Mel&lt;br /&gt;8-Aniversario do meu amorzao Mathew&lt;br /&gt;12- Niver de 2 anos da Jasmine (e nossa ida pra San Diego pra ver a Patricia e passear por 4 dias...finalmente nosso merecido verao)&lt;br /&gt;14- Niver da minha Col&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8404205875738109646?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8404205875738109646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8404205875738109646' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8404205875738109646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8404205875738109646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/07/enfim.html' title='Enfim....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6542103506131633917</id><published>2009-07-02T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:30:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY- The Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Entao eu sei q e ridiculo eu estar com 27-28 semanas de gravidez e nunca ter colocado foto da barriga...alias eu acho q nunca tirei mta foto dessa gravidez...espero q a crianca nao se sinta rejeitada,mas e q realmente essa gravidez tem sido MILHOES de vezes mais corrida do q a da Isabelle,entao eu vo ter q compensar com fotos dps q a nossa menininha nascer! Mas entao ai esta...tirei fotos ontem e hj,hj eu tava meio arrumadinha e ontem eu tinha acabado de voltar da jacuzzi com a Bebelle,a gente vai na jacuzzi aqui do predio pra ela cansar bastante,ela dorme super bem...&lt;div&gt;Por aqui agora estamos de folga,hj foi feriado(trabalhei e tive um teste entao nao conta) e amanha e q realmente eu nao terei nada marcado,estou super feliz,pq esses dias vao ser so Bebelle e familia no geral...vai ser mto bom...amanha vou cortar o cabelo e ficar DIFERENTE e sabado vamos numa feira e ver os fogos de 4 de Julho,independencia americana. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entao enjoy as fotos e logo logo teremos mais desse final de semana q vai ser maravilhoso...(for auns deverezinhos q vou ter q fazer,mas TUDO BEM,pq faltam menos de 3 semanas pra eu me formar pra sempreeeeeeeeeeeeeee :))))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dps de um feijaozinho preto delicioso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WtV5_xLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/hk0wQAwSsz4/s1600-h/DSCN0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WtV5_xLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/hk0wQAwSsz4/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101237732066482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse sorrisinho forcado e lindo demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WtF_hfxI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wzaF6oIzBbU/s1600-h/DSCN0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WtF_hfxI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wzaF6oIzBbU/s320/DSCN0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101233460281106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WsqiLDnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JzruXuFKvG0/s1600-h/DSCN0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WsqiLDnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JzruXuFKvG0/s320/DSCN0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101226089418354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais umas de perfil...pra nao ter reclamacao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WscWcigI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VRY7kDDic7g/s1600-h/DSCN0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WscWcigI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VRY7kDDic7g/s320/DSCN0289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101222282136066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WsJokHSI/AAAAAAAAAis/w-ZZfty7i6c/s1600-h/DSCN0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WsJokHSI/AAAAAAAAAis/w-ZZfty7i6c/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354101217257856290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suja de chocolate, quando eu vi, ela tinha achado um chocolate q minha vo escondeu debaixo de uns papeis perto do computador e tava comendo tudinho....esperta a menina :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WOxrTBmI/AAAAAAAAAik/WsDMPnjQ53g/s1600-h/DSCN0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WOxrTBmI/AAAAAAAAAik/WsDMPnjQ53g/s320/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354100712610661986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais panca....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WOS_dAxI/AAAAAAAAAic/0Actd41Rxm8/s1600-h/DSCN0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WOS_dAxI/AAAAAAAAAic/0Actd41Rxm8/s320/DSCN0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354100704373703442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela adora uma bolsa...bem perua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WOJ53xWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EUKis74Daho/s1600-h/DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WOJ53xWI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EUKis74Daho/s320/DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354100701934372194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E sempre sorri amarelo assim pras fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WN7WcfcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ydqRZTul_tg/s1600-h/DSCN0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WN7WcfcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ydqRZTul_tg/s320/DSCN0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354100698027687362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checando o visual antes de sair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WNdweiTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/R_p46Q94-RU/s1600-h/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WNdweiTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/R_p46Q94-RU/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354100690083809586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dps da jacuzzi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VYnlKFAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/_YxYPpX-qFk/s1600-h/DSCN0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VYnlKFAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/_YxYPpX-qFk/s320/DSCN0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354099782187619330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VYT3PWeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0Nb24xrKsIY/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VYT3PWeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0Nb24xrKsIY/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354099776894753250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dps de trabalhar....um close....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VX5FH_VI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3fczG5VatS4/s1600-h/DSCN0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VX5FH_VI/AAAAAAAAAhs/3fczG5VatS4/s320/DSCN0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354099769705233746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nao reparemos a cara por favor...o flsh me fez mto branca....q tristeza :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VXmqiYPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/4WZgN_R_LMo/s1600-h/DSCN0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VXmqiYPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/4WZgN_R_LMo/s320/DSCN0278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354099764761878770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Mathew tirou essa de baixo pra cima,destesto esse angulo,mas da pra ver bem o tamanho da "barriguinha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VXfNbO8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/IYqAah3zygk/s1600-h/DSCN0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2VXfNbO8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/IYqAah3zygk/s320/DSCN0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354099762760727490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6542103506131633917?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6542103506131633917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6542103506131633917' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6542103506131633917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6542103506131633917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-belly.html' title='FINALLY- The Belly'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/Sk2WtV5_xLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/hk0wQAwSsz4/s72-c/DSCN0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5669200585053566833</id><published>2009-06-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:48:03.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia dos pais....</title><content type='html'>Dps de tanto tempo sem dar o ar da graca...estamos de volta pra dar um oi. HJ a homenagem e do papai Mathew. Nossa querido papai heroi, um homem tao maravilhoso q eu nunca vi igual sempre quis me casar com um homem q tivesse as boas qualidades do meu avozinho Flavio e nao e q acertei na mosca??Ele e super trabalhador e dedicado e um otimo pai,mto amoroso e preocupado, sempre se sacrificando e esforcando pela familia. OBRIGADA PAPAI MATHEW!!!E agora papai de duas menininhas ja neh??ficando ja mais responsavel,afinal de contas,dois ja e mais responsabilidade ainda :)&lt;br /&gt;Ele ganhou um super cafe da manha,com um cartao do super homem com musica e pra fechar com chave de ouro um certificado pra uma sessao de uma hora de massagem...pense num papai feliz....eu q nao sei quao feliz eu to de deixar um massagista tocar nele,massssss,tudo em nome do amor e de ajudar meu amorzinho a relaxar...ele tem sido fantastico me ajudando a trabalhar,cuidar da casa e cuidar da Bebelle tb ainda mais com os meus loucos 16 creditos.....em 4 semanas estara tudo acabado,e ai serei uma pessoa totalmente livre e mais amigavel talvez...hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom,tb quero agradecer meu papai por tudo q ele fez por mim e por me amar e ser um grande amigo. Ontem aconteceu uma coisa mto engracada,ligaram pra ele no celular dele e falaram q estavam com a filha dele e q se ele nao mandassem dinheiro eles iriam cortar a minha cabeca e mandar pelo correio,como bateu um leve desespero de inicio,meu pai falou "Barbara vc foi assaltada??" ai o cara falou "E sim,eu to aqui com a Barbara e tinha uma mulher no fundo gritando" ai dps meu pai pensou melhor e minha mae do lado dando um apoio moral e pensaram, como q um assaltante de SP tem a minha filha q mora em Rexburg...lembrando a todos q meus pais mudaram pra SP-terrinha infernal pra assaltos e etc...meus pais estao la a alguns meses e aconteceu ja isso,e roubaram e estragaram a porta do carro do meu pai pra ver se tinha alguma coisa dentro- detalhes a parte, so sei q dps o negocio ficou engracado,meu pai disse q so tinha 100 reais e o cara falou q queria 100.000 reais. Eu vo te falar eu tenho uma raiva de marginal q faz essas coisas com a familia dos outros....e se fosse verdade??de onde q meus pais tirariam 100.o00 reais?vontade de matar um sujeito desse com o cassetete. Ai quando ele falou 100.000 meu pais falou "o q??c ta doido??c vc vier na minha carteira eu tenho 4 reais!!" o cara falou "se ta de brincadeira comigo meu??eu vo machucar a sua familia e bla bla bla"...so sei q nessas horas e q da vontade de virar Jack Bauer e sair metralhando essa galera q pensa em fazer maldade com a familia dos outros por dinheiro (Alguem ja assistiu 24?)&lt;br /&gt;Entao Pai- EU TE AMO, Apesar de vc so ter 4 reais pra pagar pelo meu resgate!! :D hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....mas de verdade, vc e meu heroi,te amo mto e me orgulho mto de vc. Todo o seu sacrificio pela familia e sempre tentando fazer o seu melhor. Nao conheco pai melhor q vc,e sou grata por ter vc na minha vida!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra todos os papais um grande bjo e obrigada por todo o esforco q fazem pelos seus pimpolhos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especial pro papai mathew e papai ronaldo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi, Isabelle e nenem sem nome ainda Pretel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5669200585053566833?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5669200585053566833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5669200585053566833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5669200585053566833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5669200585053566833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-dia-dos-pais.html' title='Feliz dia dos pais....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5924799782415902149</id><published>2009-04-27T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:22:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye seems to be the hardest word!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So after a long break from blogging I wanted to take a minute to post some pictures and say hello. I miss coming here seeing the comments and seeing other people's blogs. So life keeps going and I am back for my last semester in college. I walked April 10th when both my parents were here and it was a lot of fun and very motivating. I love school, I love learning and I especially love BYU-Idaho. It is seriously the best school in the world for me. I'm so glad I come here and I've experienced the things that I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also my mom left this morning back to Brazil, this post is dedicated to her and for her goodness of coming here and helping me out,especially at the end of last semester (it was tough) and I feel so much more secure about leaving her with her, not because I don't trust other people, but because I know she does not think that taking care of Izzy is a burden and she really enjoys the time so much. I don't like making people tired and dread helping me, but I'm sure glad of all the help I've had so far, my parents, Janaina, Anna, Aline, Carol, Regina, Patricia,Helga etc...they sure made it a lot easier for me and have always been so willing to help me even if for a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm a little on the blue side today, the house is empty and I lost my biggest helper. I cried all I had to and I'm moving on with school and other things that I need to accomplish this semester. My grandma is coming at the end of May and meanwhile Carol and Regina are going to help me go to school. :)  I sure need to split my diploma between all this big helpers I've had so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, maezinha, obrigada por toda a ajuda,amor,carinho e apoio q me deu esse tempo todo. Obrigada por me ajudar a ser uma melhor mae e pessoa e especialmente obrigada por sempre estar ao meu lado e ser uma grande companheira. Te amo e te admiro muito. Te espero aqui assim que vc puder voltar e ja estou morrendo de saudades!!! Te amo mto mto mto!!! Fique bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that life is great, we are expecting another little girl and her name is going to be Beatriz. She's due September 30th, but I'm thinking she will be late. We haven't start any preparations,partly because I have most girly stuff she will need and also because we still have time and I don't seem to be as anxious as I was with Isabelle. We will sure love her any time she decides to com though,hehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will add the baby counter thingy and I will keep you guys posted. I have lots of pictures to share. Today I'll do some old ones and then keep going to newer stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I need to get some lessons on how to make this blog as cute as Anna's I definetely don't have the patience of interest she has to be so creative and neat, but I will make this a better looking place for all of you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all are doing well and I will stop at blogs to check out how things are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijokas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi e cia :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabelle trying to be like her mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9k0_ttbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eobsK20Bl5Y/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9k0_ttbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eobsK20Bl5Y/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514911950026162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graduation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9kifiYYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/d5dxB8yQTho/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9kifiYYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/d5dxB8yQTho/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514906983227778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family of 4 now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9kdNe5kI/AAAAAAAAAhA/K9uHgsxGsaE/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9kdNe5kI/AAAAAAAAAhA/K9uHgsxGsaE/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514905565324866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My curte little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9jzwTlAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WLhA2YeN5f0/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9jzwTlAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WLhA2YeN5f0/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514894437094402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last a graduate(almost?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9jo4lHzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/78lMM8A7Iro/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9jo4lHzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/78lMM8A7Iro/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514891519008562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost entire family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8LTqUqdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pRhj2S6QhLg/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8LTqUqdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pRhj2S6QhLg/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513373993576914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meus torcedores mais animados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8LNSA2SI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4Fe6sXwkZTE/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8LNSA2SI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4Fe6sXwkZTE/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513372281002274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A proud mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8K7P2uhI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Fj5i1NMsnqc/s1600-h/Formatura+da+Barbara+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8K7P2uhI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Fj5i1NMsnqc/s320/Formatura+da+Barbara+041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513367440112146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My serious gatinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8KlvnaxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/THE5Z2WJqqE/s1600-h/Casamento+da+Veronica+e+Eduardo+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8KlvnaxI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/THE5Z2WJqqE/s320/Casamento+da+Veronica+e+Eduardo+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513361667746578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and I doing girly staff and joking around,hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8KWwP8JI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mD2S4Ysf60c/s1600-h/Casamento+da+Veronica+e+Eduardo+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY8KWwP8JI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mD2S4Ysf60c/s320/Casamento+da+Veronica+e+Eduardo+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513357643870354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5924799782415902149?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5924799782415902149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5924799782415902149' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5924799782415902149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5924799782415902149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bye-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Good-bye seems to be the hardest word!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SfY9k0_ttbI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eobsK20Bl5Y/s72-c/Formatura+da+Barbara+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7989021569777207638</id><published>2009-02-15T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:17:31.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So last time I posted here nobody showed up to say anything i wondered if it was just a boring post....So today I'm hoping to make it more interesting just with pictures, here they go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was eating yougurt with jeloo and here's what happened,please notice the pink nails!!!hhahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNe6U4ZKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Rzr8hoOKRu8/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNe6U4ZKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Rzr8hoOKRu8/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303073754677011618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she was going from upset to lauginh stage which = a little weird face but definetely cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNenVKlbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GKr6TxpliTo/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNenVKlbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GKr6TxpliTo/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303073749577930162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aline and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNeSVTPDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Zr6H89Pe2l8/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNeSVTPDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Zr6H89Pe2l8/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303073743941352498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNeMz2A7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7McUh0hhXhs/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNeMz2A7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7McUh0hhXhs/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303073742458848178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine and Izzy lkook so grown up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNdxGXPZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NORuIckV198/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNdxGXPZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NORuIckV198/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303073735020330386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was really thristy after a good spaghetti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMZbTz88I/AAAAAAAAAfI/tkqyaK9JDk0/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMZbTz88I/AAAAAAAAAfI/tkqyaK9JDk0/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072560940053442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the mess...she's almost eating by herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMZKwAKRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nVEzTRpnc-g/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMZKwAKRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nVEzTRpnc-g/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072556494891282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were both getting a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMYuKdBlI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Ij3B9i6WKp4/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMYuKdBlI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Ij3B9i6WKp4/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072548821206610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has really cure feet and very tiny too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMX1S1FfI/AAAAAAAAAew/SBpus8UtLHg/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMX1S1FfI/AAAAAAAAAew/SBpus8UtLHg/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072533555516914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiling for the camera, what a big girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMX0J1f7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/ldmbnp8SMJg/s1600-h/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhMX0J1f7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/ldmbnp8SMJg/s320/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072533249359794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's it for today...I hope you are all having a great Sunday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7989021569777207638?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7989021569777207638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7989021569777207638' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7989021569777207638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7989021569777207638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-anyone-there.html' title='Is anyone there?'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZhNe6U4ZKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Rzr8hoOKRu8/s72-c/bem+recentes+Bebelle-janeiro+09+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-9028308189037755141</id><published>2009-02-09T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:38:35.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEB1GmB23I/AAAAAAAAAdg/4ANTxRYkaiA/s320/n193307312_33153820_6102.jpg'/><title type='text'>Hello and Good-bye....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is Jasmine before we went out to IF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQ2qYvBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/o_fEnZmclWI/s1600-h/n193307312_33171768_9793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQ2qYvBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/o_fEnZmclWI/s320/n193307312_33171768_9793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301022923989498898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best friend from childhood, Jasmine and Isabelle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQqNpbkI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W7PZmiw-ztQ/s1600-h/n193307312_33190310_8986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQqNpbkI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W7PZmiw-ztQ/s320/n193307312_33190310_8986.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301022920647732802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My picture perfect bff Aline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQh3z_II/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DWwV1wM2DD0/s1600-h/n193307312_33171753_5696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQh3z_II/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DWwV1wM2DD0/s320/n193307312_33171753_5696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301022918408666242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when Mel was taking pictures of Aline surprising me at the door step:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQoVru8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/v38B-5Glt54/s1600-h/n193307312_33153800_127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQoVru8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/v38B-5Glt54/s320/n193307312_33153800_127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301022920144567234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the hug I gave her after recomposing...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQtHn0dI/AAAAAAAAAeA/z6zqzuyjk04/s1600-h/n193307312_33153799_2119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQtHn0dI/AAAAAAAAAeA/z6zqzuyjk04/s320/n193307312_33153799_2119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301022921427767762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the post today has to be quick and I won't have time to write in portuguese. Most of you understand english anyway, my family comes more for the pictures!!!&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this january, the day I posted my last "post" here on blogspot, my best friend, showed up at my door step. I need to tell you though that she lives in Brazil and I was dumb founded when I sawher here...here's a picture to prove it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEDU7f84mI/AAAAAAAAAd4/UEWjd9twDhI/s320/n193307312_33153798_9558.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301021894495756898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my problems went away, I finish my quizzes and tests and assignments and we went out to applebee's: me, Aline(my Bff) and Mel(a great friend from childhood), it was like old times. The three of us lived together(we adopted Mel as she would sleep in our house everyday,instead of her apt) and we had so much fun all the time together. Needless to say we had as much or even more fun after reuniting. Aline has two kids now and I was Izzy and one on the way (by the way for those of you I wasn't able to reach yet, we're expecting another baby in september...what a great way to find out huh??hahahaha) Here is a picture of out fun together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEB1Vhd3xI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-1U8zYr9tJg/s1600-h/n193307312_33153824_7371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEB1Vhd3xI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-1U8zYr9tJg/s320/n193307312_33153824_7371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301020252213993234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEB1GmB23I/AAAAAAAAAdg/4ANTxRYkaiA/s320/n193307312_33153820_6102.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301020248206596978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So she came and went really fast and it was hard to say goodbye at the airport today. My handsome hubby took some pics of that moment....but the camera is in the car and I will post them tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to register this moment and let her know how importatn she is to my life and how much I need and appreciate her friendship. I love you Aline, thanks for being my best friend, my cousin, the sister I've never had,etc. I appreciate all the memories we've had and the ones we built this month!!(and the ones we'll have in the future) THANKS FOR THE SURPRISE, it was really the surprise of a lifetime. I really wish on everyone that you may have a someone like Aline is your lives. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I go again on real life....with much more strenght I should add. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-9028308189037755141?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/9028308189037755141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=9028308189037755141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/9028308189037755141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/9028308189037755141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-and-good-bye.html' title='Hello and Good-bye....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SZEEQ2qYvBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/o_fEnZmclWI/s72-c/n193307312_33171768_9793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6739452557061222725</id><published>2009-01-27T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:49:43.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia cheio....</title><content type='html'>Entao hj e um dos dias q eu to me preparando pra dois testes e tenho mais mil deveres pra fazer....aquelas coisas basicas de faculdade sabe??pois e...estou bem estressada, e daqueles dias q eu me pergunto pq eu tive filho antes de terminar a escola,poxa eu nao podia ter esperado um pouquinho mais???...espero q minha mae nao veja esse post pra nao jogar na minha cara q me avisou....mas BICHOOOO q frustante e vc tentar estudar e ter uma crianca gritando do seu lado e pedindo a tua atencao enquanto vc ta lendo alguma coisa,ou fazendo teste ou qq dever...apesar de eu acordar cedo e nao estar fazendo nada em casa (cozinhando e limpando e dona do meu proprio negocio!helooooouuuu vou enlouquecer) a 2-3 dias...mesmo assim 24 hrs nao e o suficiente....afffffffffffffffffffffff...so um desabafo mm....Por favor nao pense q eu nao amo minha filha nem q eu nao me sinto mal por nao poder apenas brincar com ela o dia inteiro...Ai ai....estou me sentindo mesmo ingrata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is one of those days that I've been trying to prepare for two exams and I have nother 20000 things to do for school. I'm really stressed, it's one of those times I wonder why I had a child while going to school. I mean really, could I not have waited a little longer? AHHHHHH, have you ever had a screaming child by your side asking fo attention or wanting to play with te lap top you're doing homework while you are in the middle of an important reading or quiz???that's usually how my day goes, and I fell awful for not having enough time to play and just BE with my little girl without worrying about tons of assigments I have to turn in every day. I have wondered if I coudl hanle no sleep, but that doesn't work, so I keep waking up early and going to bed early but the 24 hours just seem to be too short!!! (plus I haven't been doing any cleaning and cooking in the past 2-3 days, my house is pure hell and I still can't get things done, how about that plus a business owner huh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just needed to vent...I hope I don't make u fell like I don't love my little one, it just gets too hard managing all that I have with a child. Oh boy...how ungrateful I am....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6739452557061222725?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6739452557061222725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6739452557061222725' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6739452557061222725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6739452557061222725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-dia-cheio.html' title='Um dia cheio....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7613996304983543198</id><published>2009-01-08T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:06:07.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new semester...</title><content type='html'>Entao so rapidinho pra vcs saberem o que anda acontecendo na nossa vida. Isabelle esta linda e saudavel, falando o seu "hebreu" diariamente e se divertindo com a gente, ela adora neve,nos e q nao deixamos ela brincar mto tempo la fora...ela e com certeza nossa batatinha rexburguiana,pq adora o frio (ate onde a gente ve hj em dia). Eu e Mathew comecamos mais um semestre na BYUI. Eu adoro me apresentar como uma "senior" nas minhas aulas...semestre q vem o meu tao amado bacharel em Saude Publica-Ciencias da Saude. Tenho professores maravilhosos e minhas materias parecem bem legais, estou fazendo uma aula de Advanced first aid, environmental health,community health,medical terminology e microbiology=15 creditos=loucura=preciso organizar minha vida e horarios. O Plano e acordar todos os dias as 5 da manha,mas vamos ver se eu consigo manter esse ritmo nos proximos 3 meses.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse ano temos mtos planos,mas o principal e sobrevivermos pra nossa formatura. Estamos mto felizes e batalhando bastante pra melhorar nossa vida e crescer pessoalmente e como uma familia.&lt;br /&gt;A Carol e Patricia estaod e volta e estava na hora ja de termos amigas tao divertidas por perto,ng bate aquelas duas,elas sao demais.&lt;br /&gt;FAMILIA- Esperamos q todos estejam bem e sentimos saudades de vcs no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now my english version. Isabelle is growing really fast and she really enjoys playing and being happy. She keeps practicing her jeebrish and she's doind fabulous at it. We are certain we have a little potato spud at home because she loveeesssss the cold and snow of Rexurg, we are the ones that try to keep her home warm and wrapped all day so we don't have to be outside with her too long. Mathew and I have started a new semester and we are already going crazy. I think I have pretty good teachers and some interesting classes to handle too. I'm taking environmental health, community health, advanced first aid, microbiology and medical terminology= 15 credits=craziness= i need to prganize my time. The plan is to wake up at 5 am every day to be able to handle it all gracefully, let's see if I'm able to keep it up for the entire semester.&lt;br /&gt;We are overall very happy and satisfy with our lives, trying to be better individuals and a better family. We are excited for this new year and the new adventures we will encounter.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS- I hope all of you are doing great and we miss u wherever you are,some far and some close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb &amp;amp; cia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7613996304983543198?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7613996304983543198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7613996304983543198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7613996304983543198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7613996304983543198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-semester.html' title='A new semester...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7227122996928926120</id><published>2009-01-01T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:36:07.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVEILLON 2009!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok....So here's jus a preview of New Year's Eve at Rosemary's house....We'll start with Mat, Izzy and the ballons, she loved them...&lt;br /&gt;Aki  so um pedacinho da noite de reveillon na casa da Rosemary, comecemos com o Mathew e a Bebelle e os baloes...ela ficou doida com eles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m3VJ2L1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/2FhxY-aFvMo/s1600-h/DSC05751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m3VJ2L1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/2FhxY-aFvMo/s320/DSC05751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286565007104290642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais uma dos lindinhos da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my loving hubby and beautiful daughter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m2yLMLYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uaRA-yDUFQI/s1600-h/DSC05750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m2yLMLYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uaRA-yDUFQI/s320/DSC05750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286564997714685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves playing with her daddy...IN Brazil we have a tradition of using white for New Year's eve, a representation of bringing peace for the year to come...&lt;br /&gt;Ela AMA brincar com o pai dela....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m2Z2e8NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Guv8bjp7A7Q/s1600-h/DSC05748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m2Z2e8NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Guv8bjp7A7Q/s320/DSC05748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286564991185383634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unica foto minha....com a minha nova franja...na verdade era pra ficar de lado,mas deu pra colocar de frente e todo mundo adorou,eu q me sinto hiper 3a serie com ela....e tentei tb a maioria da roupa branca,mas sabe como branco nao favorece os mais voluptious neh??hahahaha, entao eu me limitei a parte de cima branca. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's probably one of the only pics of me with my new hair...Everyone loves my new bang, on the other hand I feel a little childish with it, but I think it's just a matter of getting used to it. Also I tried to wear mostly white, which is kinda of tricky for the more voluptious people like me....(it makes u look bigger,so I limited myself to the upper part of my body dressed in white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m15OGZ0I/AAAAAAAAAbc/fum3iXfXeMw/s1600-h/DSC05726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m15OGZ0I/AAAAAAAAAbc/fum3iXfXeMw/s320/DSC05726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286564982426068802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY 2009!!!!!!!May all your goals come to life and the Lord bless you with health,love and loved ones nearby!!!&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ 2009!!!!!!Que todos os seus objetivos se realizem e q o Senhor possa abencoa-los com saude, amor e pessoas queridas proximas de vcs....e que venha 2009!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this is my graduation year!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7227122996928926120?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7227122996928926120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7227122996928926120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7227122996928926120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7227122996928926120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2009/01/reveillon-2009.html' title='REVEILLON 2009!!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SV2m3VJ2L1I/AAAAAAAAAb0/2FhxY-aFvMo/s72-c/DSC05751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-6314041225352390977</id><published>2008-12-20T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:43:55.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabelle's new word</title><content type='html'>Ola todo mundo....entao eu fico de saco cheio de escrever em ingles e portugues,mas vamos ver se hj sai. Queria so avisar q Isabelle esta falando mais uma palavra: BABY. Eu ficava toda hora mostrando babies pra ela e falando baby baby baby e ontem a televisao ligada e ela ouviu alguem falando baby e falou. A menina desembestou falando baby o dia todo,mas quando eu peco pra ela falar pra mostrar pra alguem ela fica so olhando...mas o importante e q ela esta falando e isso e tao fofo. Ate agora as palavras do vocabulario sao: Mamae, Papai, Au-au, Tchau, Bye, Baby, Vovo, Mi (nao sei o q isso significa,mas ela aponta pra tudo e fala mimimimimi quando ela quer alguma coisa), Que (do verbo querer).&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por todos os comentarios,realmente o q a Aline falou e verdade, eu prefiro ver Isabelle feliz do q ter presente pra mim,entao hj eu e Mathew tamos indo escolher um presentinho com ela la em Idaho Falls,pq eu quero q ela adore o presente dela...e eu e Mathew vamos nos contentar em ter uma familia linda mesmo, q ja e uma bencao fantastica dos ceus!!!E logo logo passa tb, acredito q dps q terminarmos a escola,esse misere vai acabar!!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, nosso desktop morreu entao nao tenho fotos ainda, mas vamos tentar achar um cabo pra mostrar a Bebelle...ela ta TAO linda..hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, it really annoys me to have to translate everything and I'm actually not sure that anyone that ONLY speaks english is coming here frequently, so after this post if no one pronouces him/herself I'm going back to just portuguese and you guys will just look at the pics, hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Izzy is saying BABY now, she started saying it yesterday after much practice!!!The words that she can say are: Mommy, Daddy, Dog, "want", Grandma, bye, tchau (bye in portuguese), baby and me (that is the universal word for everything she points and wants)&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, Mathew and I decided to just get a present for Izzy and not spend any on ourselves.  Besides the fact we have no money to do so, we rather see her happy then ourselves, and also all aunts will probably give her presents too, so she will have a few, which will be great!!&lt;br /&gt;We are also trying to upload picstures of Izzy here because our desktop died and so we need to find a cable to transfer all photos to Mathew's mac!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a MERRY Christmas and remember the true meaning of it all. Also let me know if you are in Rexburg, so we can get together, cuz I'll be here right after Christmas and until Christmas eve. (Hey Amanda, haven't heard from u or Hayden in soooo long!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-6314041225352390977?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/6314041225352390977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=6314041225352390977' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6314041225352390977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/6314041225352390977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/12/isabelles-new-word.html' title='Isabelle&apos;s new word'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4131015102592229175</id><published>2008-12-16T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:04:06.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dps de mto tempo....</title><content type='html'>Eu tinha q ter colocado isso aqui no privado e ainda nao fiz isso...q podre neh??mas td bem..logo logo eu faco...mto aconteceu em pouco tempo...terminei mais um semestre e so tenho ate julho agora....sem animo nenhum,mas tenho q tirar isso de algum lugar neh??&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos a graduation da Anna e Audrey esse final de semana foi bem emocionante ve-las entrando,fiquei super feliz....PARABENS MENINAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Natal e daki a pouco e vi ser o pior ano de toda a nossa vida de casados (nao vamos ter dinheiro pra presentes)-mas temos a Isabelle conosco e estamos felizes de ter essa bencao e felicidade na nossa vida....eu sei q o significado do Natal e o nascimento de Jesus Cristo,mas eu gostaria de saber quem e nao gosta de ganhar presente no Natal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi nosso aniversario de casamento no civil e amanha e selamento no templo,entao tecnicamente nos comemoramos so o dia 17...ganhei um colarzinho do Mathew ontem e um cartao bem fofo...nos iamos no Texas Road house,mas resolvi q e melhor nao,senao ele acaba ficando sem presente no Natal....Ja teve alguem aqui q passou por uma situacao dessas?pq as vezes me parece q so a gente passa por isso....&lt;br /&gt;Em compensacao temos mtas bencaos tb, temos o nosso cargo na igreja q nos ensina,uma educacao numa faculdade maravilhosa(se me perguntar eu digo q e a melhor escola da igreja e uma das melhores dos Estados Unidos,temos saude pra dar e vender,temos casa,comida e roupas pra nos aquecer,temos uma familia adoravel com uma filha feliz e saudavel...entao no final de tudo eu tento me focar nas cosias boas da vida q temos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e vcs??o q fazem quando se sentem sem saida e sem dinheiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjinhos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4131015102592229175?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4131015102592229175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4131015102592229175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4131015102592229175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4131015102592229175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/12/dps-de-mto-tempo.html' title='Dps de mto tempo....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2652589317593964610</id><published>2008-11-26T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:48:32.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am just really upset with friends that say they are gonna call and don't,friends that are gonna help and don't, friends that say they care and don't but since it is a thanksgiving day I am just going to be grateful for the real and true friends that I have in my life that I can count on and that are always there for me no matter what! I guess we all have disapointments but mine have been overwhelming lately.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for people that care about how I feel and that worry about what goes on in my life and they don't just forget you in the middle of the road. I have to say I am very grateful to Aline as my best friend. I don't mean to sound too buttery on this post (but I actually thought about this a lot today), but it truly is the most special friendship I've experienced in my life. Thanks Col....and thank you to all my other friends too and family. You are all special and I love you all deeply (despite occasional disappointments, hehehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful thanksgiving everyone and I will come back with more pictures of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb &amp;amp; cia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2652589317593964610?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2652589317593964610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2652589317593964610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2652589317593964610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2652589317593964610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-3815993246636438436</id><published>2008-11-19T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:29:38.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are going private!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Achei essa foto antiga da Bebelle, nao e linda??cresceu tanto ja....estavamos saindo pra andar pra casa da Aline. Aproveitem a belezura da minha gatinha!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this old pic of Izzy, isn't she adorable? we were going on a walk to Aline's house, my best friend that moved back to Brazil. Enjoy her cuteness!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SST1X_wzdQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/gzcg-fsOMpc/s1600-h/videos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SST1X_wzdQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/gzcg-fsOMpc/s320/videos+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270607256532251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dps do que a minha amiga Audrey escreveu no blog dela e o link q ela deu sobre pessoas que usam imagens de blog e informacao contra as pessoas que criaram o blog,isso aqui vai fechar so pra quem eu conheco. Por favor mandem o seu endereco,assim eu posso adiciona-los. amigos,familia...eu vou fechar o blog amanha,entao por favor facam isso o mais rapido possivel. Quem quiser pode me mandar um email tb assim eu adiciono vcs ta??&lt;div&gt;tenho q fazer dever ainda hj,entao bjao a todos e uma otima quarta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone, since my friend Audrey showed me a link about people that stalk and use blog information to threaten and play stupid games I decided to go private. I wouldn't want any of you to miss out on our familia information so I'm asking you to send your email to me thru the comments page or an email so I can add you to our list. Please do that as soon as possible as I'm going provate tomorrow night!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have some homework to do, but I hope to hear from ya'll soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi &amp;amp; cia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-3815993246636438436?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/3815993246636438436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=3815993246636438436' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3815993246636438436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/3815993246636438436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-going-private.html' title='We are going private!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SST1X_wzdQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/gzcg-fsOMpc/s72-c/videos+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7318663149526742886</id><published>2008-11-03T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:25:42.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY B-DAY ISABELLE!!! October 31st, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ9BkvhIXvI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZM_Y7pH0HM0/s1600-h/n193305184_32868916_9522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ9BkvhIXvI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZM_Y7pH0HM0/s320/n193305184_32868916_9522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264498588905922290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ9BkPZzF5I/AAAAAAAAAak/N1jFMOua2tw/s1600-h/n193305184_32868899_9182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ9BkPZzF5I/AAAAAAAAAak/N1jFMOua2tw/s320/n193305184_32868899_9182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264498580285233042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ9BjTDI6sI/AAAAAAAAAac/cFlLNKseja4/s1600-h/1o+Aniversario+da+Isabelle+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ8-FnsP8zI/AAAAAAAAAYE/a_ncDafox8g/s320/n193305184_32868969_9902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264494755694244658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ8-FR9zdAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nV1A8DG3H50/s1600-h/n193305184_32868940_8662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ8-FR9zdAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nV1A8DG3H50/s320/n193305184_32868940_8662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264494749862294530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ8-ExYk4oI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QmOVDngrKN0/s1600-h/n193305184_32868939_7700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ8-ExYk4oI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QmOVDngrKN0/s320/n193305184_32868939_7700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264494741116215938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES she did get a kitten for her b-day but daddy didn't let her keep it....she cried when he took it away from her....if you notice thru her paci she was absolutly thrilled!!!(her name was Lily by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela ganhou SIM um gatinho de aniversario,mas o pai dela nao deixou a gente ficar com a gata...o nome dela ia ser lIly e ela tinha ate uma roupinha linda. Ela ta sorrindo por detras da chupeta mas chorou quando o pai tirou a gata dela....tadinha!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ88SiJtBXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WY1LFwcYsa0/s1600-h/n193305184_32868938_6681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ88SiJtBXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WY1LFwcYsa0/s320/n193305184_32868938_6681.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492778522215794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ88SC51dQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cSXWuGUd33E/s1600-h/n193305184_32868917_597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ88SC51dQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cSXWuGUd33E/s320/n193305184_32868917_597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492770134160642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ88RlXxFbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/G7apzycpRLY/s1600-h/1o+Aniversario+da+Isabelle+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ81_kZp4iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/J0vURMxX5E4/s320/1o+Aniversario+da+Isabelle+025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264485855638708770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ81-9RmeqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/skazOpAcMgk/s1600-h/1o+Aniversario+da+Isabelle+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ81-9RmeqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/skazOpAcMgk/s320/1o+Aniversario+da+Isabelle+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264485845135948450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dps de MTA correria e mto trabalho, finalmente a festinha de um ano da Isabelle aconteceu!Eu achando que tinha tanta coisa adiantada afinal de ultima hora tem sempre a correria...infelizmente nao tive tanta ajuda como esperava,sempre acontecem os imprevistos na vida,mas nao posso deixar de agradecer a Janaina que foi a especialista dos baloes, do bolo e ainda fez o pao de queijo pra mim, e claro a Veronica q apareceu la as 11 da manha e ficou enchendo balao com o Mathew, A Helga q tb chegou la DOENTE pra poder auxiliar e ainda trouxe as mesas do bolo e das comidas...e claro o Mathew q foi minha mao direito na preparacao de tudo na manha da festa!!!Eu fui dormir as 3 da manha na sexta arrumando as coisas,montando pirulitos,colocando tudo em caixas pra ser levado pra o Club house na manha seguinte. Fui dormir preocupadissima com as coisas q tinha q fazer no dia seguinte achando q n ia dar tempo. No sabado as 8 eu tava de pe ja fazendo as coisas. Eu fiz uma lista e em ritmo frenetico frui checking eveything out ate que tinha completado tudo. Mesmo assim eu as 2:15 foi q consegui mandar a Isabelle pronta pro Club house e as 3 eu tava pronta e ja tinha levado o q eu precisava pra la tb...coitados dos q chegaram as 2 (tivemos q adiantar a festa pq tinhamos q sair de la as 8 com tudo limpo e eu queria mto tempo pra poder curtir a festa da pequenina) Ela estava absolutamente LINDA!!!! Ja andando ela estava um charme na sua fantasia de fadinha!!!!(PENSE EM UM ORGULHO DE MAE).&lt;div&gt;No final tudo deu certo e eu fiquei super feliz com o resultado e faria tudo de novo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada a todos os convidados por aparecerem e pelos presentinhos da Isabelle, ela amou cada um deles. Obrigada pelos que ajudaram quando chegaram na festa e pelas criancas q trouxeram e aproveitaram tanto. FOI UM SUCESSO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E finalmente minha gatinha tem um aninho!!VIVAAAAAAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this weekend we had Izzy's b-day. It was awesome. A toooon of work and I definetly lacked sleep the night before trying to prepare everything I needed to, but in the end it was all worth it. I had so much fun preparing the favors and all the candys for the kids and food. We had too much food actually, which is a relief for me, bc I'm always afraid we'll run out of food in parties. The morning of the birthday party I was running around trying to accomplish my to do list I had made the night before and some people were key in helping me accomplish all the tasks. Thanks so much guys!!!I don't know what I would have done without you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my little girl is one. For those of you that are wondering about the size of the party and all the big deal we make out of it, I'll explain it to you: in my family I always thought of parties like this as a demostration of love. I didn't have parties every year, but when I did, I knew my mom made the best she could at the time. This is definetely our best for now and I'm really pleased with the results. I loved seeing so many people and kids enjoying the party and I would definetly do it again. Thanks everyone that showed up and helped during and after the party. IT WAS A SUCCESS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my baby is one!!! hooray!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom ai vao fotos....aproveitem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes the pictures....enjoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7318663149526742886?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7318663149526742886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=7318663149526742886' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7318663149526742886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/7318663149526742886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-b-day-isabelle-october-31st-2008.html' title='HAPPY B-DAY ISABELLE!!! October 31st, 2008'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQ9BkvhIXvI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZM_Y7pH0HM0/s72-c/n193305184_32868916_9522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2748667771828148669</id><published>2008-10-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:05:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;8 things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV Shows I like to watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;CHARMED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;24 (we are addicted to it, so much we had an overdose and don't to watch anymore until next week...heheheh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;John and Kate + 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;CSI- Las Vegas (and when nothing else NY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;What not to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Extreme makeover home edition(makes me cry every time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Baby Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Man vs wild....sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 restaurants I like to eat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Ramires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Outback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Texas Road House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Amicis (good and new in Rexburg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Leatherbys(not a restaurant bu I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Bajio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that happened today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Isabelle stood up by herself in church and started walking with no help...it lasted almost 2 meters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I took a great nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I went to see the girl I visit teach that had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I made "peach cake"and it didn't turn out the way i wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I went to choir practice and i was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I watched a frontline documentary about health care systems around the world for a class and it was way interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I had a fight with Mathew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I worried about money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8 things I'm looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GRADUATION next July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a trip to Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;another baby when the time is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;getting all the seasons of Charmed once I have money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;getting my car from Mary Kay'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;traveling to Europe, especially Portugal to see old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a masters degree in nutrition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;moving to a BIG CITY with lots of people and pollution(jk about the pollution....rexburg just drives me nuts sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OHHH I"m really looking forward to Christmas too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FABULOUS SHOES that will cost 100 dollars and I will buy with no second thoughts ( I have been obcessed with shoes lately bc I haven't bought any in a loooong time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;losing all the wight I'm working out to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;moving to Brazil some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;having a huge family and a good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;moving to a house some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a cruise with my hubby (like a secong honeymoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a new lap top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;exaltation I would say is something I look for, but for now a bit unrealistic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoever wants to spend some time thinking hard about what to say.... :) I would enjoy reading if any of you wrote anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 167, 221); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7936039432951895461-2748667771828148669?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2748667771828148669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2748667771828148669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2748667771828148669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2748667771828148669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-it-now.html' title='I&apos;m it now...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-963708702109293302</id><published>2008-10-24T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:14:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The translation to my post</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I feel really bad that people that don't speak nay portuguese will come here and not understand a word of what's going on in our lives. So I will do a quick translation, especially bcuz I don't remember everything I wrote just a couple of hours ago.&lt;div&gt;Isabelle is turning one on the 31st of this month (my little halloween baby) and we are so excited. I have been preparing for her party since last week and this weekend will be hectic as well so I can get as much done before hand. The "theme"of the party will be "Enchanted forest"and she will be dressed up as a fairy. The decorations are pretty much done and so this weekend I just have to worry about cooking some of the food and freezinf it for the big day. The sweets (brigadeiro and beijinho- brazilian traditional candy for birthday parties) are done and the cake will be done o thrusday and decorated on Friday. I can believe she's almost one. Time flew by and she really is a little girl now, her features chenged so much and the baby face is gone (she keeps changing more and more though so I might think she still had the baby face a few weeks from now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is killing me sometimes, especially bcuz of the amount of hours I put in, studying is really not so much a problem bcuz I try to just really learn things in class and do the necessities at home. I feel guilty not spending time playing with Izzy but I also understand it's a price I have to pay to graduate, and I love my major and I love the things I'm learning, definetly would not give up school for nothing in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have no exciting news really, just that I am very pumped for the Holidays this year. I think it will be extremely fun to see Izzy running around and playing with us. We don't know what we're doing for Christmas and New Year but we'll figure out something amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall we feel very blesses having our little girl with us, she's the joy of our lives and so much fun to be around, she loves to blow kisses and cuddle with her stuffed animals, she especially loves her dogs. We seriously need to get her a pet once we move to a house. She is also bablling and says mama and papa perfectly, no english words so far though, which is fine, bcuz she'll learn eventually. I think the only think in english she says is "bye-bye" and it's adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also my friend that has been helping me care for Izzy while I'm in school is moving to SLC and so my last two semesters are gonna be tough without her. I don't really know what we're gonna do, we're still trying to figure it out. Mathew's mom might com,e but we don't know if the winter is better of the summer. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up pouring out a lot more in english than in portuguese, but at least you are all updated now right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go and get something done so I don't feel like a bum all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh!!I almost forgot Izzy has two teeth coming out, that makes 8 total....HOLY COW!!!she is fussy with this one...I bet it hurts like heck, so I really don't mind her fussiness when I know she's in pain...gotta love being a mom..... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-963708702109293302?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/963708702109293302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=963708702109293302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/963708702109293302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/963708702109293302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/10/translation-to-my-post.html' title='The translation to my post'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2568342714214533101</id><published>2008-10-24T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:31:35.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta as noticias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Essa e uma foto q nao tem como nao sorrir quando se olha rpa ela como disse a Aline,a cara da Bebeblle ta tao feliz...mto linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2-pHgp1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/d8WlFf3PPe0/s1600-h/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+089.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2-pHgp1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/d8WlFf3PPe0/s320/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757395795126098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa foi a Bebelle comendo feijao preto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2-EnWqxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/05GYqxVeHrU/s1600-h/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2-EnWqxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/05GYqxVeHrU/s320/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757385996577554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandando beijo pra camera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH29ZhlCUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1IETXyB2QQ0/s1600-h/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH29ZhlCUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1IETXyB2QQ0/s320/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757374429628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comendo banana sozinha!Esse dia ela nao quis minha ajuda,eu so consegui dar comida,quando dei a colher pra ela e ela batia no prato e fazia meleca enquando eu colocava colheradas na boca dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2aaHo7xI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OnY-B1-hxsM/s1600-h/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2aaHo7xI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OnY-B1-hxsM/s320/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260756773293846290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dentro do saco do presente q o papai dela tinha me dado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2Zk5FC-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XdL03CkcHbQ/s1600-h/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2Zk5FC-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XdL03CkcHbQ/s320/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260756759005694946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na festa da Melissa(filha de Etinha) bem na frente do Thomas...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2Ynes3bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Yh-54XtYNcA/s1600-h/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2Ynes3bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Yh-54XtYNcA/s320/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260756742520495538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mulherada na festa da Melissinha...(repara nas pulseiras de Bebelle...ABALOU!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2YUMNuGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cXXi2VZrn9M/s1600-h/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2YUMNuGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cXXi2VZrn9M/s320/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260756737342683234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voltando da igreja mto lina....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2YCtp0BI/AAAAAAAAATs/lIg2HtMWLBE/s1600-h/outono+de+2008+peripecias+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2YCtp0BI/AAAAAAAAATs/lIg2HtMWLBE/s320/outono+de+2008+peripecias+039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260756732651098130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro do carro a caminho de IF compenetrada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1fGzPC0I/AAAAAAAAATk/fgirKlhEYo8/s1600-h/outono+de+2008+peripecias+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1fGzPC0I/AAAAAAAAATk/fgirKlhEYo8/s320/outono+de+2008+peripecias+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755754495707970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me abrindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1eSTze_I/AAAAAAAAATc/JquimQBAI3c/s1600-h/outono+de+2008+peripecias+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1eSTze_I/AAAAAAAAATc/JquimQBAI3c/s320/outono+de+2008+peripecias+025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755740405234674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E finalmente toda feliz com as gracinhas da mamae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1eDpfgtI/AAAAAAAAATU/10l85xTdMqU/s1600-h/outono+de+2008+peripecias+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1eDpfgtI/AAAAAAAAATU/10l85xTdMqU/s320/outono+de+2008+peripecias+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755736469668562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu e papai antes de passearmos em IF (repara q mesmo o cabelo dela tendo crescido as fotos recentes ela ta com MTO mais cabelo....cresceu como capim!!EBAAAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1dmVvp0I/AAAAAAAAATM/euJWKbjY8RM/s1600-h/outono+de+2008+peripecias+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1dmVvp0I/AAAAAAAAATM/euJWKbjY8RM/s320/outono+de+2008+peripecias+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755728602212162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa foi no aeroporto de SLC quando estavamos indo pro Brasil (ela tava doentinha e ranhentinha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1dDxaSoI/AAAAAAAAATE/mWdoyNAdATs/s1600-h/outono+de+2008+peripecias+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH1dDxaSoI/AAAAAAAAATE/mWdoyNAdATs/s320/outono+de+2008+peripecias+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755719323011714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei tanto tempo sem postar,me falta energia pra poder colocar mil fotos e passar fotos pro computador. A vida anda uma loucura. Hj por acaso minhas aulas foram canceladas e a Isabelle ta com mais 2 dentes nascendo,entao ela ta beeeeeem dolorida coitada,dei um tylenol e coloquei pra dormir,vamos ver se funciona!!!A melhor coisa e acostumar crianca a dormir no berco, e uma blz...inclusive ela acha q nossa cama e farra,entao ela so dorme mesmo quando ta sozinha e no berco dela (QUE BENCAO!!!)&lt;div&gt;Tenho umas fotinhos noas,coloquei algumas no orkut,mas vo colocar umas aqui tb pra vcs verem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta tudo bem com a gente, a Isabelle ta mto esperta e ja anda pequenas distancias e tem se equilibrado bem mais...vai ser fofo quando ela comecar a andar mesmo, mas por enquanto e mais facil dela so engatinhar mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais da metade do semestre ja passou e daqui a uma semana e a festa da Bebelle,esse fds sao os ultimos preparativos,e ai vai ser a maior correria pra fazer tudo no sabado adiantando o q eu preciso. Na quinta e sexta vou encher baloes e montar os pirulitos pra festa dela,ai tem coisas q so vai dar pra fazer no sabado mesmo,tipo o arroz e a salada! A decoracao vai ser colocado no sabado de manha tb la no club house!Estou super animada!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao to com paciencia pra traduzir...qq dia desses eu traduzo pras minhas amigas americanas...hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bjaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi e cia...&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/7936039432951895461-2568342714214533101?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2568342714214533101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2568342714214533101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2568342714214533101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2568342714214533101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-volta-as-noticias.html' title='De volta as noticias'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SQH2-pHgp1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/d8WlFf3PPe0/s72-c/SETEMBRO+E+OUTUBRO+2008+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-4675448670790497156</id><published>2008-10-08T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:26:08.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O THOMAS nasceu!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ola gente!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo hein??Pois e...estou hiper desatualizada! So queria passar aqui pra dizer q a Anna teve nenem, e nasceu um lindo menininho!!Ele tem 3.080 kg e 45.5 cm. LINDO LINDO LINDO. Sinceramente eu nunca vi nenenzinho mais lindo do que ele...a Isabelle era mto fofa tb...mas ele nasceu menos inchado q ela...alias,acho q ele nem sabe o q e inchaco...ohhhh coisa fofa....to baby hungry pra um menininho,mas agora so se for  um igual o Thomas....hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS ANNA E JOHAN!!ELE E PERFEITO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the translation for  my american friends....&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time I don't upload this blog...I just wanted to stop by and say that Anna (a great  brazilian friend I have here in Rexburg) had her baby this morning. It's the cutest little boy ever. He weighs 6.8 oz and  measures 18 in, I think he is the cuttest baby I have ever seen in my life...Izzy was pretty cute herself, but I think he is less "swollen", actually I think he's not swollen at all!&lt;br /&gt;So, I got pretty baby hungry for a boy, but I think that it would have to be just like little Thomas to satisfy my baby hungriness...just so I can kiss and hug all the time... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS ANNA AND JOHAN HE IS PERFECT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back later to get things going around this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: I have a job proposal for you...interested??let me know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos...XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-4675448670790497156?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/4675448670790497156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=4675448670790497156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4675448670790497156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/4675448670790497156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-thomas-nasceu.html' title='O THOMAS nasceu!!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5082489717800949074</id><published>2008-09-06T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:53:41.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegamos em Rexburg!!!</title><content type='html'>Nao tenho nenhuma foto comigo...todas estao espalhadas pelas maquinas da familia...entao eu to aos poucos tentando coletar todas as otimas memorias que fizemos pelo Brasil...pense numa pessoa com sentimento de "homesickness" e dor no peito. Sai do aeroporto de Brasilia com um no na garganta, um grito preso no peito. Nossa como eu chorei pra vir embora...a familia toda morrendo aos prantos enquanto a gente se despedia...foi tao dificil....olha eu sou grata pela oportunidade que eu tive de vir e morar aqui e estudar...mas o meu lugar e no meu pais...nao consigo me ver morando aqui o resto da minha vida. Eu sinto pela Isabelle nao estar crescendo ao lado dos avos e de toda a familia.Eu tenho tantas memorias com a minha familia q gostaria q minha filha tivesse a mesma coisa. Ela gostava tanto da caminhada matinal com o vovo...amava as musiquinhas q a vovo dancava com ela todos os dias....os tios babando nela e brincando de correr atras dela....as tias paparicando um monte e deixando ela fazer tudo que queria...era amor pra todo lado. Acho q ela nunca teve tanta atencao na vida,e eu falo por ela: ISABELLE AMOU!!todos os dias eu falo do vovo e da vovo,desde q a gente saiu de la...eu peco pra ela mandar um beijo, dar tchau, chamar os avos, o "au au" etc....tb falo dos tios e das tias...mas ela nao sabe falar o nome de ng ainda a nao ser "bobobobobo" q e o mesmo pro meu pai e mae...Ja estou planejando outra viagem pra ano q vem, no final de ano quando o Mathew tiver se formado. Mas ai sera uma viagem de estilo,verei a Aline, os meus sogros, e logico minha familia...nao teremos a correria de sair tal dia e voltar tal dia,pq teremos terminado a escola!!!!(UHUUUU) (Detalhe col, eu cheguei em SP as 10 hrs pra sair no voo international as 10:30 sendo e tive q passar pela policia federal e fui a ultima a entrar no aviao!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu?Nossa eu to vazia...falei com Mathew q temos q voltar pro Brasil assim q a gente puder,ele por nao ir pra la a tanto tempo e so ouvir desgraca,acha um absurdo,mas eu disse q ele vai mudar quando visitar,pq quando vc ta la,ve q a situacao nao e tao mal quanto se fala por ai, tenho plena certeza q ele vai mudar de ideia (assim como eu mudei),pq ele ama o Brasil....fiquei feliz de ter chegado na minha casinha e ter a nossa familiazinha junta de novo,mas mto triste de estar longe da minha familia novamente...morar fora SUCKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos bem,estamos mais descansadas do q ontem...e a Isabelle ja lembrou do papai,pq ela ta toda serelepe com ele....ontem ja lavei umas roupas e ja tirei tudo da mala....agora so tenho q arrumar a casinha bem bonitinha antes das aulas comecarem...e comprar livros hj.....here we go again...o q me mantem com forcas e saber q mais dois semestres e eu ja termino...entao VAMO Q VAMO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bjao pra todos e aos poucos eu vo passando nos blogs e comentando...estamos ainda nos adptando a vida de volta a nossa casa...(home away from home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi e cia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: esqueci de falar chegamos em SLC as 11 e tal da noite e dormimos na casa da minha cunhada, no dia seguinte saimos de la as 9:30 e chegmos em casa por volta de 1 da tarde....VIAGEM LONGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Ficamos presas no aeroporto de NY pq a escola esqueceu de colocar as minhas informacoes dos ultimos dois semestres no computador,entao constava q eu nao estudava desde q tive a Isabelle. Resultado= duas horas dentro de um lugar q eles mandavam todo mundo do oriente medio pra gritar e humilhar...(nao gritaram comigo e nao foram mais grossos pq eu estava com a Isabelle e falava ingles) perdemos nosso voo de 9:55 da manha e pudemos pegar o proximo as 4 da tarde pra Phoenix, dps pegamos um pra SLC de la...no final mais de 24 hrs de viagem...NUNCA MAIS REPITO a dose sozinha!!!pense num desespero!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHH,quando eles ligaram pra escola e falaram com o Bro. Oswald, ele arrumou a situacao e disse q estava tudo em, q eu era mesmo estudando e estava dentro do meu status de estudante com a escola....q havia tudo sido um engano.... AFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (garrei um odio!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5082489717800949074?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5082489717800949074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5082489717800949074' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5082489717800949074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5082489717800949074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/09/chegamos-em-rexburg.html' title='Chegamos em Rexburg!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2321954490030553982</id><published>2008-09-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:49:15.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais updates!!</title><content type='html'>olha a carinha de irritada dela!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw0IO4dXI/AAAAAAAAASc/LZi3RidICZI/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258475962004850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw0IO4dXI/AAAAAAAAASc/LZi3RidICZI/s320/agosto+de+2008+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olha os bracinhos gordinhos dela....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw0cQa-XI/AAAAAAAAASk/SlBIGeNINKc/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258481337170290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw0cQa-XI/AAAAAAAAASk/SlBIGeNINKc/s320/agosto+de+2008+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; perfil fofo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw0on2III/AAAAAAAAASs/IUAGdngWoU8/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258484656644226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw0on2III/AAAAAAAAASs/IUAGdngWoU8/s320/agosto+de+2008+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vovo lindao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw05_1nsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EzcEumv3YiE/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258489320677058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw05_1nsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EzcEumv3YiE/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olha q compenetrada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw1MXk86I/AAAAAAAAAS8/aPBe-DOtOKs/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258494252086178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw1MXk86I/AAAAAAAAAS8/aPBe-DOtOKs/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entao gente, esta tudo bem,estamos todos felizes e aproveitando mto esses ultimos dias...estamos passando mto tempo com a familia,mal vi meus amigos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui vou colocar mais algumas fotos bonitinhas pra vcs verem como a Bebelle esta, hj ela falou "mama" "papa" quando eu pedi...entao mamae e papai ja esta down...mas nao e toda hora q ela fala...ela continua falando "au au" e "aaaaa" (pra "alo" com o telefone no ouvido), estala os dedinhos q parece gente grande,faz ate barulho...e hj quando estava entrando em casa ela levantou o bracinho comecou a estalar os dedos e falar "betttttt" (bethoven q e o nosso cachorro aqui). Achei mto precoce,pq pra mim ela ta aprendendo as coisas mto rapido,parece q ela era toda lerdinha e de repente ela comecou a aprender as coisas de primeira quando a gente ensinava,outras leva mais tempo...uma delicia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH queria deixar meus SUPER PARABENS pra Kika q esta gravida!!!nao pude escrever no teu blog,mas li (pq quando li o titulo pensei logo q era gravidez) e fiquei MEGA feliz por vc...PARABENS PARABENS PARABENS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daki a dois dias estaremos de volta pra o EUA....nao e nosso lar...mas e onde o Mathew esta,entao that's good enough for us, FOR NOW!!!!hehehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bjks imensas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi e Bebelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2321954490030553982?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2321954490030553982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2321954490030553982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2321954490030553982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2321954490030553982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/09/mais-updates.html' title='Mais updates!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLyw0IO4dXI/AAAAAAAAASc/LZi3RidICZI/s72-c/agosto+de+2008+252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-9095863777976983509</id><published>2008-08-24T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:53:16.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um post do Brasilsao!!!</title><content type='html'>Bebelle no pizza beca com a gente...e um rodizio de pizzas bizarras e deliciosas...ela amou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6JU0RF1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SM93vnoebJg/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238313248466474834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6JU0RF1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SM93vnoebJg/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancando rap! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6JiGEfHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SABmCbWfKeY/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238313252030807154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6JiGEfHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SABmCbWfKeY/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ninja com as duas colheres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6KYTpb0I/AAAAAAAAASE/VnX-ia66Zyw/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238313266583269186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6KYTpb0I/AAAAAAAAASE/VnX-ia66Zyw/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quem comeu mais e quem tem a boca maior??? hehehehe, pizza de morango com sorvete de chocolate...e a dele era de sorvete de leite condensado (a minha era melhor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6KjeKL2I/AAAAAAAAASM/prixFnddkg8/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238313269580148578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6KjeKL2I/AAAAAAAAASM/prixFnddkg8/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tentando imitar o bocao medonho dele.... e nao e q eu consigo??sera q somos irmaos??hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6LL8RW-I/AAAAAAAAASU/08bXW9h5gIg/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238313280443866082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6LL8RW-I/AAAAAAAAASU/08bXW9h5gIg/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boca grande e coisa de familia e mto dente tb....hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0Ife-KKI/AAAAAAAAARM/ItgzeXHfJs0/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238306637080307874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0Ife-KKI/AAAAAAAAARM/ItgzeXHfJs0/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tentanto imitar a boca bizarra do meu irmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0IiEfDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/_nryWlVx2cg/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238306637774524002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0IiEfDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/_nryWlVx2cg/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bebelle e o vovo indio dela...hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0I3WYnCI/AAAAAAAAARc/yYLzS4leApw/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238306643486743586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0I3WYnCI/AAAAAAAAARc/yYLzS4leApw/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e cunhadinha...linda neh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0JOmu0gI/AAAAAAAAARk/B5riIdnFK_4/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238306649729323522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0JOmu0gI/AAAAAAAAARk/B5riIdnFK_4/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e tia Carla linda loira e de olhos azuis!!!...minha buddy desde q eu cheguei aqui e claro desde pequena tb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0JemoY5I/AAAAAAAAARs/ApT6-ZJkVbg/s1600-h/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238306654023869330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI0JemoY5I/AAAAAAAAARs/ApT6-ZJkVbg/s320/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e minha avo(de verde) e minha tia avo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsQZ80UII/AAAAAAAAAQk/DATEGGDudyQ/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238297976940810370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsQZ80UII/AAAAAAAAAQk/DATEGGDudyQ/s320/agosto+de+2008+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jean dps q passou no vestibular....ficou lindissimo com o cabelo raspado...meu bicho grilo do cerrado!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsQ-PZR6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/bKY5kPeyl88/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238297986682406818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsQ-PZR6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/bKY5kPeyl88/s320/agosto+de+2008+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Minha princesinha....alais esqueci de falar no textao la embaixo q ela e apaixonada pelo tio Jean,ela amaaaa esse tio q faz loucuras com ela (joga pra cima,aperta a orelha,brinca de pega pega,danca e canta pra ela....as vezes ela quer ficar com ele e nao comigo...e olha q isso e raro!!pq ela sempre quer pular pro meu colo!hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsRE1NMYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0I23tBuFBd4/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238297988451611010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsRE1NMYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0I23tBuFBd4/s320/agosto+de+2008+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e a minha fadinha gatissima com a sua varinha de condao...ela me disse q tinha desejado q o papai estivesse com a gente nessa hora! :)))) (TE AMAMOS PAPAI!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsRGPIc0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/z7SqxeZMjyA/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238297988828787522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsRGPIc0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/z7SqxeZMjyA/s320/agosto+de+2008+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e a minha amigona de infancia Rebeca,com a mae e avo dela...mto queridas....a bebelle estava mandando um bjinho nessa hora pra alguem!tinham 8c ameras na nossa frente e tudo tirando foto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsRaq0KmI/AAAAAAAAARE/-9B-SDMdcC0/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238297994313607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIsRaq0KmI/AAAAAAAAARE/-9B-SDMdcC0/s320/agosto+de+2008+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa era Bebelle logo no dia seguinte ou dois dias dps q chegamos aqui...no quarto dos meus pais....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIngevRjrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pKl7-SaSF-Q/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292755545951922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIngevRjrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pKl7-SaSF-Q/s320/agosto+de+2008+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Repare no olho dela....batendo palminha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLInggSnUsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2YbLQq5Qfkc/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292755962614466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLInggSnUsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2YbLQq5Qfkc/s320/agosto+de+2008+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com a primeira roupa de fadinha no dia da festa dela esse sabado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIng56ASoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xfGfDtee3rY/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292762838715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIng56ASoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xfGfDtee3rY/s320/agosto+de+2008+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com a vovo fazendo "plim plim" com a varinha de condao....minha mae tava ensinando ela a mexer a varinha!ela adorou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIng7sxgEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/B52YftyOax8/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292763320090690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLIng7sxgEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/B52YftyOax8/s320/agosto+de+2008+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tias avos q vieram de SP e minha avo,da esquerda pra direita vo Tota(irma da minha avo), Tia Luzia, Tia Antonieta, eu e Bebelle tia Zilda(q e o meu avo Flavio mulher) e minha avo Velleda q e mae da minha mae mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A genetica da nossa familia e engracada neh??reparem q todas elas batem no meu ombro e eu estava sem salto e algumas delas estavam com saltinho....&lt;br /&gt;A mesa do bolo ficou maravilhosa neh???tudo isso ai e de brinquedos e barbies q minhas primas tem e q a gente pegou pra montar a mesa....fizemos a caixa de bolo e tudo q dava com isopor...minha familia e mto talentosa mesmo! :)))&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLInhGJxcLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ewlOOqmYzmc/s1600-h/agosto+de+2008+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292766126076082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLInhGJxcLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ewlOOqmYzmc/s320/agosto+de+2008+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estive criando coragem pra postar novas fotos aqui do Brasil,pq sempre acho uma perda de tempo ficar na internet...mas pq o aniversario/festa da Bebelle foi esse sabado nao pude resisitr a fadinha q ela se tornou!!!hehehehehe....ficou tudo tao lindo...pena q a camera da minha "cunhadinha" nao esta aqui pra eu pegar fotos com ela,pq ela tirou mta foto pra mim....eu nomeei ela a minha fotoggrafa oficial....alias...let me tell you,ela e uma gracinha mesmo!e um olhao azul q minha nossa,meus sobrinhos vao ser lindos demais....meu irmao mais velho passou em terceito lugar no vestibular e entrou na UNB,pra Geologia, a melhor faculdade de geologia do Brasil...esta inclusive esperando pra ver se entrou numa multinacional q ja quer oferecer emprego pra quem quer seguir carreira na area...tudo a ver dcom ele,pesquisa de campo,solo,pedras,grutas,mato...ele adora essas coisas,natureza...entao esta se dando mto bem,ja comecou as aulas e ele e super dedicado,estou impressionada!demorou tanto pra passar e acabou passando com flying colors!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hj vou colocar o maximo de fotos possivel,pq e mto chato ficar uploadando fotos toda vez q algo grande acontece...mas por aqui tudo bem,a Isabelle esta AMANDO!!!!uma pena q ela nao vai lembrar,pq a bichinha toma suco de graviola,cupuacu, caja,caju,abacaxi,morango, laranja, laranja lima,limao,acerola e acerola com laranja...e tudo mais q a gente der pra ela comer....ela gosta de tudo,nao nega comida de jeito nenhum,e mesmo brasileira,pq arroz e feijao e o q ela mais adora...ela ate comeu pizsza comigo na primeira semana q chegamos aqui...eu dei so a massinha e um pouco de queijo pra ela...a menina se deliciou...ate engordou bastante do q tava quando chegou,mas agora ja estabilizou....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela nao tem dormido a noite toda,ela acorda pra mamar umas duas/tres vezes por noite,o q nunca acontecia nos EUA,mas aqui e tudo mto diferente,ela tem atencao de todos os lados,todo mundo na loucura tentando pegar e brincar com ela...entao e mto gostoso...as vezes ela fica nervosa,e desesperada pra vir comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui ela aprendeu a falar "au au", "alo", "mamae", "bye" "bee"(de Bethoven,nossa cachorro,mas ela so falou isso duas vezes,dps nunca mais,os outros ela ainda fala) e a minha mae disse q ela fica falando as vezes "vovovovovovovo" quando ela ta tentando ensinar "vovo". UMA FOFURA! ela pega o telefone pra falar alo,ela da tchauzinho pra todo mundo,manda bju com maozinha e sem maozinha, penteia o cabelo com a escova e ja responde mto mais ao q a gente pede, "encosta na vovo" e ela encosta a cabecinha no ombro da minha mae...e linda demais!estao todos desesperados pra ela nao ir embora...vai ser uma choradeira no aeroporto,nao por minha causa mas por ela...e eu entendo totalmente,pq tudo aqui foi pra ela,a viagem foi pq todo mundo queria conhece-la e passar um tempinho curtindo...agora so em marco q meus pais vao ve-la de novo!!!nem gosto de falar nisso,pq eu penso o quao gostoso seria ter familia por perto...eles curtem TANTO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom,entao eu falei bastante ja...ahhh!!!mais uma coisa engracada...meu pai desde q eu cheguei pega a bebelle de manha quando ela acorda e sai pra caminhar com ela aqui no condominio, ai ela fica com ele brincando e teve um dia q ela soltada mto pum e olhava pro meu pai e caia na gargalhada....pense num avo babao!achou o maximo ela fazer isso...ela peidava e ria,peidava de novo e soltava a gargalhada como se tivesse entendendo ou fazendo cosquinha sei la!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela nao esta andando e nao acho q vai andar tao cedo quanto parecia...ela fica de pe mas se sente mto bem so engatinhando,entao acho q vai demorar um bocadinho ainda....ela ja ficou de pe e deu um passinho quando coltou,mas foi totalmente sem querer e ela ficou mto assustada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entao tenho entrado e uns blogs pra ver e nossa como as minhas amigas gravidinhas estao barrigudas!!MEU SANTO O TEMPO VOOU,daki a pouco teremos a populacao de Rexburg aumentada mais ainda....hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho MTAS saudades do meu maridinho,mas pra falar a verdade,nenhuma da minha casinha e dos States e da vidad e mta ralacao...logico q estou fora da realidade,so me divertindo com a familia e amigos,mas ate q faz falta um pouco a rotina,mas nao ficar longe da familia,se o mathew e eu estivessemos morando aqui seria perfeito,teriamos a familia perto o suficiente pra poder curtir,mas o nosso espacinho pra nos curtir....eu sinto tanta falta do abraco e beijo do Mathew...minha nossa,as vezes ate doi!!!!e ele tem sido mto querida e paciente neh amore??TE AMO TANTOOOOOO,logo logo estaremos de volta...e ano q vem,me prometi q vamos voltar no final do ano(esta sendo meu mantra diario e estou fazendo varios planos ja), pra passar o final de ano com as familias e aproveitar nosso pais(country) lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entao por hj e so pessoal....um bjao enormeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi&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/7936039432951895461-9095863777976983509?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/9095863777976983509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=9095863777976983509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/9095863777976983509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/9095863777976983509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-post-do-brasilsao.html' title='Um post do Brasilsao!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SLI6JU0RF1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SM93vnoebJg/s72-c/Pizza+Beca+com+Babi+e+cia+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2955329786051395709</id><published>2008-08-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:19:04.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SJafLI8-CkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Yhg39lgM-7M/s1600-h/img_4298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SJafLI8-CkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Yhg39lgM-7M/s320/img_4298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230543030967994946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew - Tenho que admitir que nao foi nada facil me despedir do amor da minha vida que tem sido tao paciente comigo ao longo desses quase 3 anos de casamento e dessa criaturinha que eh o fruto do nosso amor. Elas vao ficar longe por 1 mes e tenho a certeza que nao vai ser facil acordar sem a Barbara do lado e nao ter aquele primeiro sorrisinho do dia da Isabelle que faz o resto do meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Elas embarcaram hoje de manha e nao vejo a hora de ir para o aeroporto buscar os amores da minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2955329786051395709?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2955329786051395709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2955329786051395709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2955329786051395709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2955329786051395709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/08/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SJafLI8-CkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Yhg39lgM-7M/s72-c/img_4298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-809570422103254642</id><published>2008-06-29T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:24:49.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend fun'/><title type='text'>Great fun with girlfriends and new pics of Bebelle</title><content type='html'>Pois entao um tempao se passou e agora a Isabelle esta engatinhando mais rapido q nunca,ja se levanta no berco e nao para quieta um minuto....the great role of motherhood e olhar tudo isso e apesar de nao ter ensinado nada dessas coisas ficar orgulhosa pq ela conseguiu passar por tudo isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou colocar fotos da pequena q deu uma espichada q ate parece q emagreceu,e ja esta com cara de menininha,q saudades do meu bebe!!mas ela esta ficando cada vez mais legal...interaje mto mais e e mto divertido ve-la descobrindo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as fotos das amigas,foi numa sexta a noite q fizemos uma salada e pao de quijo e dps corremos pra jacuzzi...quando saimos era mais de 11 da noite,entao viemos tomar banho aqui em casa...como ng queria sentar e esperar pq tava todo mundo morrendo de frio,tomamos banho juntas!!sabe aqueles banhos de amigas de 4a serie q todo mundo fica no boxe de maio??pois e...foi o q a gente fez...e meu banheiro e minusculo...foi mto engracado,na verdade tinham 5 pessaoas, Aline e Eric(dentro da barriga gente), Anna e Thomas( tb respeticvamente na barriga da mae) e eu (sem ng na barriga...hehehehehe) foi bem divertido....conversamos.....espumamos a cara...mas confesso q foi complicado tomar banho de maio....hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;So sei q foi uma boa memoria q vai permanecer....entre mtas q tenho com boas amigas...uma coisa pra relembrar daqui a 20 anos no casamento/formatura ou sei la o q estiver acontecendo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao ai vao as fotos...enjoy! e tenham uma otima semana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjinhos&lt;br /&gt;Babi e cia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha big time helper...aprendeu a dezorganizar todas as roupas dps q eu dobro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7sjmrpEI/AAAAAAAAALk/oBdhGH0HZo8/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7sjmrpEI/AAAAAAAAALk/oBdhGH0HZo8/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217415436222309442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que fofa ajoelhadinha e tirando os paninhos do cesto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7NrvZqpI/AAAAAAAAALc/1QF66H-Amtw/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7NrvZqpI/AAAAAAAAALc/1QF66H-Amtw/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217414905830419090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que linda tentando levantar pra pegar as roupas....que FORCA!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7NZpYsXI/AAAAAAAAALE/6vHVCGDASlQ/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7NZpYsXI/AAAAAAAAALE/6vHVCGDASlQ/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217414900973351282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops!!! fui pega no flagra!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7Nb0RXdI/AAAAAAAAALM/FPJJoer7meI/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7Nb0RXdI/AAAAAAAAALM/FPJJoer7meI/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217414901555879378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mamae, olha como eu so bonitinha,nao fica brava comigo!! (e eu nao fico mesmo....apesar de odiar dobrar roupa acho o maximo ela explorar as coisas aqui em casa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7Nq2UtZI/AAAAAAAAALU/U28o4NNZLTE/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7Nq2UtZI/AAAAAAAAALU/U28o4NNZLTE/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217414905591018898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titio judiando de mim....na verdade ela parecia uma velhinha q eu falei pra ele tocar no cabelinho dela como se ele tivesse puxando ela....calhou dela nao gostar e comecou a chorar...mas ele nao ta puxando o cabelinho dela nao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7M7NFyFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JddK96vneKw/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7M7NFyFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JddK96vneKw/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217414892801607762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeira de crianca como e bom como e bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7s0owZ9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/hA4owqhz1lY/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7s0owZ9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/hA4owqhz1lY/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217415440794413010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amigas da 4a seria com respectivavemente 21,22 (quase 23- a repetente sempre e a mais velha,hahahahaha e 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7tBz70gI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TDWttX16ACU/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7tBz70gI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TDWttX16ACU/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217415444330959362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Mathew cortou  a minha cabeca e a da Anna...mas a Aline gfostou dessa foto e da pra ver o close das tres....COMO FOI DIVERTIDO!!!!totalmente relaxante!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7tB-69lI/AAAAAAAAAME/DIQXyGywstw/s1600-h/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7tB-69lI/AAAAAAAAAME/DIQXyGywstw/s320/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217415444377040466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-809570422103254642?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/809570422103254642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=809570422103254642' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/809570422103254642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/809570422103254642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-fun-with-girlfriends-and-new-pics.html' title='Great fun with girlfriends and new pics of Bebelle'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SGf7sjmrpEI/AAAAAAAAALk/oBdhGH0HZo8/s72-c/visita+gugu,+bebelle+junho+e+banho+das+amigas+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8184751039767045792</id><published>2008-06-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:02:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebelle ja engatinhando...</title><content type='html'>Um update bem rapido...esses dias a Isabelle comecou a engatinhar...acho q no sabado dia 14-15 a gente reparou q ela vai pra todo lado,antes ela dava um passinho ou outro,se mexia,mas agora ela ganhou confianca nas proprias abilidades e ta DOIDONA...nao para mais...e a coisa mais fofa...ela ta linda descobrindo a casa inteira...mas ainda tem medo de mudar de chao(cozinha e sala q tem carpete)....minha menina esta crescendo!!!Incrivel como parece q foi outro dia q ela chegou do hospital,mas ao mesmo tempo parece q faz tanto tempo...nao consigo ver a vida sem essa baixinha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JOY OF MOTHERHOOD! nao tem outra explicacao,chorei quando ela engatinhou,quando ela riu pela primeira vez,quando ela bateu palminha,tudo e fantastico e o sorriso dela me faz tao feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas e isso...eu aqui beaming de orgulho e doing my thing,estudando bastante e logo logo me formo....I'M SO EXCITED!!!Estou na reta final....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um bjao pra todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um agradecimento especial pra Healgations q veio resgatar a gente das trevas de pais sem dates e cuidou da nenem aqui em casa no sabado. Eu e mathew fomos no cinama e comemos fora...foi uma delicia!!!!estava precisando...num pelno sabado ela veio ficar aqui em casa...foi ate bom q vc terminou seus deveres neh lindona?e foi bom pq eu tava com saudades dessa menina....e dia 20 festa junina...vamo q vamo!a vidao e boa....obrigada por todos q passam aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8184751039767045792?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8184751039767045792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8184751039767045792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8184751039767045792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8184751039767045792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/06/bebelle-ja-engatinhando.html' title='Bebelle ja engatinhando...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-1042140684290792166</id><published>2008-06-10T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:34:05.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm monotooth!!!!</title><content type='html'>Meu primeiro dentinho esta nascendo ali no cantinho, ja ate da pra ver quando eu do risada...e apenas um dentinho entao mamae me chama de monotooth ou mono dente!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P93PcoYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-SPvSPGD25c/s1600-h/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210471218110308738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P93PcoYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-SPvSPGD25c/s320/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hj eu me diverti tanto com a minha mamae...ri ate ficar com sono... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P-bWAZkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qdwPVAnUobU/s1600-h/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210471227801495106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P-bWAZkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qdwPVAnUobU/s320/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma do close do dentinho dela....nao e a nenem mais linda desse mundo??a carinha dela ta vermelha pq ta mto seco aqui,a gente passa bastante creme mas eu vivo passando a mao no rostinho e isso nao me ajuda nada...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P-jccepI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jqN2v9SyxPs/s1600-h/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210471229975984786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P-jccepI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jqN2v9SyxPs/s320/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fala a verdade??nenem pampers nao ta com NADA perto de mim....eu sou um sucesso absoluto!!Esse meu cabelinho dourado...e essa franjinha fashion disproporcional e um arraso!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P_R8-caI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ouVIVtLuaVU/s1600-h/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210471242460459426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P_R8-caI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ouVIVtLuaVU/s320/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais uma de pertinho so pra vcs ficarem com vontade de me dar beijinhos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P_yjr1fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x2k26qoaCBU/s1600-h/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210471251212752370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P_yjr1fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x2k26qoaCBU/s320/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma boa quarta pra todos!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da gostosinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-1042140684290792166?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/1042140684290792166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=1042140684290792166' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1042140684290792166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1042140684290792166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-monotooth.html' title='I&apos;m monotooth!!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SE9P93PcoYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-SPvSPGD25c/s72-c/jantar+e+dente+da+Bebelle-+junho+2008+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-2015583652289072578</id><published>2008-06-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:37:29.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui pega...</title><content type='html'>10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha uns 12 anos,estuda no Mackenzie de Brasilia,estava acho q na quinta serie(ou era sexta?) e amava a minha vida. Tinha meus dramas,mas eu so ia pra escola, assistia malhacao e globo odia inteiro(perda de tempo desgracada)...nao tenho nada marcante...talvez o highlight dos meus doze anos era que a minha turma brincava de policia e ladrao dps da escola...e a gente ficava correndo ate nossos pais chegarem pra nos buscar,era minha hora favorita do dia....Acho q tb era nessa epoca q meu pai tinha um fusca rosa mostarda q eu eu achava a maior graca pq fazia o maior barulho(nao lembro se tinha vergonha,eu nao era mto fresca assim quando era nova nao...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;Estava voltando de Portugal pra Brasilia,tinha me formado do High School pela esocla CAISL. Morei por la 3 anos e foram os anos mais incriveis q tive. Mudei completamente, me expus a uma cultura q me ajudou a nao ter preconceitos e a respeitar outras culturas. Viajei bastante e fiz amigos q ficam ate hj...pessoas q moram pelo mundo inteiro. Principalmente amigos da igreja, nosa q saudades deles, foi lindo conhecer cada pessoa q tento manter contato ate hj...Me formei e comecei a pensar a vir pra BYU. Mas enquanto isso fiquei no Brasil trabalhando e camelando de onibus pra cima e pra baixo....ainda nao sabia o q queria da vida em relacao ao futuro,mas queria ser medica com certeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Year Ago:&lt;br /&gt;Estava gravida da Isabelle,com 5-6 meses...estava apaixonada pelos chutes q ela me dava e as novas sensacoes de ser mamae. Estava indo pra escola e torcendo pra acabar logo o verao pq ai eu nao estaria estudando o semestre seguinte. TB estava trabalhando no Youth Programs aqui da escola e adorei a experiencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Fui pra aula de manha e dps fiquei com a Isabelle, fiz almoco pro Mathew e acabei nao levando pq a nenem nao acordou e nao queria acorda-la pq ela tava mto enjoada. Ai sai com a Aline e ficamos bundinando ate altas horas!!!!FOI OTIMO!enquanto isso eu tb fiz uns assignments pras minhas aulas q tenho q checar preco de alguns supermercados. Mas o highlight do dia foi comprar duas calcas pra mim,uma marrom e uma jeans. Eu so tinha uma,nunca compro calca pensando "vo emagrecer" mas ai ando q nem mulambenta por um tempao!NG  MERECE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;ants on a log&lt;br /&gt;banana amassada com aveia SEM mel&lt;br /&gt;pessego com creme de leite&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;PB and J sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books I like:&lt;br /&gt;No one can take your place&lt;br /&gt;Letters&lt;br /&gt;My nutrition book&lt;br /&gt;my epidemiology book and&lt;br /&gt;my communicable disease book (this one i really enjoy, o resto e so de zueira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’d do with 100 million dollars:&lt;br /&gt;Compraria uma casa pra mim com a cozinha dos meus sonhos, daria ao meu marido o carro dos sonhos dele e compraria uma vanzinha pra eu carregar minha criancada toda. Teria certeza q teria dinheiro pra pagar a educacao dos meus filhos e viver bem com eles (todos os 7 q eu quero ter). Tb daria uma casa pra os meus familiares e carros e pagaria a educacao deles...pagaria estudo de MTA gente q quer estudar. Investiria na bolsa pro dinheiro multiplicar. Viajaria o mundo. Me daria o primeiro guiltless shopping spree da minha vida! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I’d love to run away to:&lt;br /&gt;Polinesia Francesa&lt;br /&gt;Brasil-nordeste&lt;br /&gt;Florida- na praia em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;Espanha...tb na praia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits and/or pet peeves I have:&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho mania q carry conversations na minha cabeca,coisas q eu queria falar pras pessoas e nao tenho coragem&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando o tamanho da minha bunda enquanto eu ando e pensando do q os outros estao vendo (disturbing i know)&lt;br /&gt;eu mando mensagem pra nao ter q ligar pra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;eu nao atendo telefones se nao to afim de falar com a pessoa e mtas vezes nao respondo recado (as vezes por querer as vezes sem querer)&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho maniaaaaa de querer limpar a casa antes de comecar a fazer o q realmente interessa durante o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I like doing:&lt;br /&gt;brincar com a minha Bebelle&lt;br /&gt;assistir charmed&lt;br /&gt;dormir&lt;br /&gt;cuddle com o maridinho&lt;br /&gt;ir ao cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would never wear:&lt;br /&gt;Strapless dresses- Tomara que caia&lt;br /&gt;minisaia...e sei la mais o q...&lt;br /&gt;biquinis do Brasil(mto show off)- apesar de ja ter usado uns mais decentes de la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tv shows I like:&lt;br /&gt;CHARMED&lt;br /&gt;CHARMED&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Kate plus eight&lt;br /&gt;CSI Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;What not to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 famous people I’d like to meet:&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Kate e os filhinhos deles&lt;br /&gt;Todas as Charmed (holly Marie Combs, Alyssa Milano, Rose Mcgowan)&lt;br /&gt;O Grissom do CSI las vegas&lt;br /&gt;Stacy e Clinton de What not to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nisso ja deu mais de 5 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJUS A TODOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meus contatos q eu gostaria ver respndendo isso:&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Aninha&lt;br /&gt;Elsa&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-2015583652289072578?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/2015583652289072578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=2015583652289072578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2015583652289072578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/2015583652289072578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/06/fui-pega.html' title='Fui pega...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-451080903220145582</id><published>2008-06-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:21:50.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo a noite....</title><content type='html'>Destesto domingo a noite...dps de um dia lindo com um churras gostoso entre amigos no parque estou aqui me preparando pra uma nova semana cheia de coisas pra fazer... Highlights pra esse fds:&lt;br /&gt;na sexta fiquei estudando ate as 2 da manha,acordei as 8 e estudei ate as 2 da tarde,fiz dois testes o de epidemiologia e nutricao. Um tirei 93.3 e o outro 93.8. Me senti realizada,todo o esforco valeu a pena! Agora e saber como fui na parte escrita pq multipla escolha eu me deu mto bem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra noticia...acabei decidindo fazer meu major de health science. Nao me pergunte pq eu so queria terminar a escola logo,mas sinto q tenho q terminar diferente dos planos q tenho adora,acho q com esse major eu posso ter as minhas portas abertas pra varias oportunidades(apesar de querer ficar em casa cuidando dos filhos e sempre bom ter uma educacao neh???),nao sei o q,mas o Senhor sabe com certeza...e minha bencao patriarcal menciona mto os estudos ,eu so senti q deveria fazer,entao mudanca de planos de novo,ao inves de me formar em abril de 2009 vou me formar em dezembvro de 2009. Com a ajuda de papai do ceu e amigos querida eu vou get thru it...se o Senhor quer eu faca provavelmente vai me dar forca pra passar por isso neh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa e q talvez estejamos mesmo indo pro Brasil. Orem por nos,mas acho q vai dar certo. Nao vou fazer festa e ficar saindo com mil amigos,apesar de eu amar amigos eu preciso passar esse tempo com a minha familia q ta pagando a minha passagem pra ver a nenem(reparem q dps q vc tem filho os pais paparicam mais os netos do q os filhos...isso e FATO,acostumem-se futuras mamaes desde agora...hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanha to indo fazer o passaporte americano da Isabelle e ainda tenho q vender MK,pq e o q vai pagar a passagem do marido pro Brasil...se nao vender ele nao vai...entao quem tiver interessado vai la no link MEU BUSINESS...os produtos sao MARAVILHOSOS recomendo pra todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai uma fotinho so pra nao ficar chato neh???hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjks e bom inicio de semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: amei ficar falando de gravidez e parto hj no parque com a Aline e a Anna....q coisa boa e ver as familias crescendo....que mundo belo q a gente vive e quantos milagres precensiamos diariamente neh???(eu to feliz sim...da pra reparar neh???hihihihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm...alguem soltou um pum mamae....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0kwpbPFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jVMfG6_DAFM/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0kwpbPFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jVMfG6_DAFM/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133769053191250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi q acabou com o meu cereal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0lQ8Bi2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1w2I5uyRszI/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0lQ8Bi2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1w2I5uyRszI/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133777721133922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pufff....bem feito,vc vai ficar gordinho...quem foi q mandou roubar cereal de nenem??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0llsfsiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/e8dbRFTmU94/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0llsfsiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/e8dbRFTmU94/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133783293145634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q vou me esconder no meio das  roupas...sera q vao me ver?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0oNJILCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UxWgOwcmLBE/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0oNJILCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UxWgOwcmLBE/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133828241959970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q aqui to bem escondida...so nao sei pq o papai ta querendo se esconder atras dessa coisa preta q tem um luz forte q sempre machuca meu olhinho....hehehehehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0oxfEqQI/AAAAAAAAAII/BPg-S_ETP_w/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0oxfEqQI/AAAAAAAAAII/BPg-S_ETP_w/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133837997680898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-451080903220145582?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/451080903220145582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=451080903220145582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/451080903220145582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/451080903220145582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/06/domingo-noite.html' title='Domingo a noite....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SEN0kwpbPFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jVMfG6_DAFM/s72-c/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8482052957969220508</id><published>2008-05-29T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:14:31.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapidinha....</title><content type='html'>Acho q essa e uma das fotos mais lindas q temos dela...ela adorou a bananinha q demos pra ela e se melecou toda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD8AVWZdyEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u7H7z-xZ_kA/s1600-h/maio+de+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD8AVWZdyEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u7H7z-xZ_kA/s320/maio+de+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205880061053225026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto ela tava suja de bana com cabelo de punk....nao resisti,tive q tentar fazer o sinal de punk com a mae tb...e ela achou graca :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-UWZdyAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HF00ktROtBU/s1600-h/maio+de+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-UWZdyAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HF00ktROtBU/s320/maio+de+2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205877844850100226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa e pra vcs verem o estrago da roupinha....o bom e q tudo se lava neh??entao eu deixo ela baguncar bastante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-UGZdx_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/80_SwlSv8eY/s1600-h/maio+de+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-UGZdx_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/80_SwlSv8eY/s320/maio+de+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205877840555132914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa ela ta ate brilhando por causa de tanta banana na cara....linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-U2ZdyBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eK04XGyAngk/s1600-h/maio+de+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-U2ZdyBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eK04XGyAngk/s320/maio+de+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205877853440034834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa foto eu achei linda pq so ela tava olhando pra camera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-VGZdyCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QqqdpJqb8w0/s1600-h/maio+de+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-VGZdyCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QqqdpJqb8w0/s320/maio+de+2008+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205877857735002146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa aqui ela tava brincando e eu a chamei, ai a fofinha olhou pra camera...achei linda a fotinho...bem natural...ela tava ate combinando com uma faixinha listrada vermelha igual a blusinha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-VmZdyDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/v80L8KkgzpY/s1600-h/maio+de+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD7-VmZdyDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/v80L8KkgzpY/s320/maio+de+2008+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205877866324936754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O post de hj e rapido pq eu tenho dois testes ate sabado: epidemiologia e nutricao. Entao eu so vim registrar q terca feira 27 de maio de 2008 oficialmente sentimos o primeiro dentinho da Isabelle. Parece uma serrinha e so um dente, o de baixo do lado esquerdo.... Ela tava acordando a noite coisa q antes nao fazia e queria ficar dormindo com a gente,coisa q ela normalmente nao gosta...ela ama o bercinho dela...as vezes ta super nervosa,e so a gente colocar no berco q ela fica melhor....entao agora ja temos um filhinha monodente. (Por favor nao enfiem a mao na boca dela pra sentir, apenas espere ficar visivel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais tudo otimo,agora dia primeira vamos dar entrada no passaporte americano da Bebelle pra TALVEZ irmos pro Brasil em julho...vamos ver se tudo da certo neh???tomara que sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas fotos sao bem recentes,alguns dias....ela ta linda neh???eu quase explodo de orgulho dessa baixinha! :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8482052957969220508?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8482052957969220508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8482052957969220508' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8482052957969220508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8482052957969220508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/05/rapidinha.html' title='Rapidinha....'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SD8AVWZdyEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u7H7z-xZ_kA/s72-c/maio+de+2008+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-8627273580184992222</id><published>2008-05-22T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:58:28.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma semana se passa</title><content type='html'>OLha q gatinha tao seria....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203409187842672466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5FmZdx1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/53vr_OXHFrE/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ela sentadinha assistindo Baby Einstein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203409192137639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5F2Zdx2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xpSnLO6-gcM/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OLha so que carinha MAIS FOFAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5F2Zdx3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/2DFPNVMxWnU/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203409192137639794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5F2Zdx3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/2DFPNVMxWnU/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risadinha irresistivel....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5GGZdx4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/b6ESRuI4qws/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203409196432607106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5GGZdx4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/b6ESRuI4qws/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ensaiando pra ser a Virgem Maria na peca de final do ano....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5GWZdx5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/maPJF2lAkXg/s1600-h/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203409200727574418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5GWZdx5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/maPJF2lAkXg/s320/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mais uma semana, ou seja cada vez mais eu me aproximo da minha formatura....estou amando as aulas desse semestre,e finalmente me focalizando em areas q eu gosto de estudar...e mto gostoso. Estou super animada tb pro verao acabar,assim vai faltar 6 meses pra eu me formar....(6 meses de escola,ou seja 2 semestres aqui da BYU Idaho- em abril eu me formo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj a Bebelle quaaaaaaase engatinhou...ela deu uma andadinha pra frente com a perninha e o bracinho....esta quase quase quase la...so falta mesmo ela perceber q consegue...mas ela fica tao animada, se ri todinha so de poder ficar de quatro no chao...ela e uma alegria. Quando chego em casa tento passar todo o tempo q eu posso brincando com ela e fazendo a lindinha rir...nossa q felicidade q ela e em nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana foi bem corrida,finalmente a sexta feira chegou e eu tenho so uma aula....posso fazer dever e adiantar mta coisa pra semana q vem....so tenho e q ter disciplina....iupiiiii...vamo q vamo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao por hj e so...a Bebelle como vcs podem ver esta super saudavel e linda,o Mathew esta amando o trabalho dele pq finalmente esta programando do jeito q ele quer,ele esta realizado,nunca vi uma pessoa q goste tanto de um desafio e de resolver problemas...esse emprego q ele esta agora esta ajudando mto ele na escola tb,e alem de dar uma baita experiencia no mercado pra ele...assim quando meu amore se formar,ja estara bem preparado pra pegar um bom emprego e nao vai precisar comecar taaaaao de baixo como quem por exemplo passa o college life trabalhando nos empreguitos da faculdade! Somos mto abencoados de termos tudo o q temos e de ter uma vida apertada,mas mto feliz e q aprendemos bastante!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjks a todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: tenho dois videos da Bebelle pra postar...amanha eu do um jeito de colocar aqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-8627273580184992222?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/8627273580184992222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=8627273580184992222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8627273580184992222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/8627273580184992222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/05/mais-uma-semana-se-passa.html' title='Mais uma semana se passa'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SDY5FmZdx1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/53vr_OXHFrE/s72-c/as+mais+recentes+25+abril+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-5387690387947352994</id><published>2008-05-16T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:44:11.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hj e um dia especial!!!</title><content type='html'>HJ SAIU A ADOCAO DA JASMINE!!!Fomos la no court house- tribunal e ela foi oficialmente adotada pelo Chris e Aline. Foi bem emocionando minha gente...eu fiquei segurando o choro,pq sei la,senti o Espirito o tempo todo, a Jasmine e uma crianca mto especial,mto querida e eu acredito q totalmente meant to be na familia da Aline. Ela estava linda e mto sorridente,como nao levei camera(eu sou pessima pra lembrar de levar essas coisas) eu nao tenho fotos,mas mto gente tirou e logo logo vcs devem ver as fotos no blog da Aline, pra ela ser a primeira a ter o gostinho de mostrar esse momento lindo da vida dela....entao como eu tenho vaaaaarias fotos velhas nossas da epoca q a gente morava junta eu vo colocando aqui como uma homenagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noticia boa e q o selamento dela vai ser hj a noite mesmo, estou super animada, eu sei q vou chorar mto, eu queria TANTO participar do selamento,e estou super feliz que vai ser aqui. Os pais da ALine tentaram surpreende-la vindo do Brasil pra encontrar com ela so no tribunal e o selamento tb era surpresa,mas ela acabou descobrindo tudo ontem a noite e acabou a surpresa q todo mundo jurava q ia ser a maior do mundo neh???hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas entao so queria deixar aqui o meu amor pela familia da col...o Chris e um homem maravilhoso pra ela, a Aline e uma mae, esposa, filha e amiga mto dedicada e a Jasmine e um anjinho caido do ceu!mto boazinha. Amo mtos eles e a sementinha q esta na barriga da Aline ja...e tao interessante olhar pra tras e ver o quanto passamos juntas e ai poder ver q estamos "crescendo" formando nossa familias e obtendo tudo aquilo que sempre quizemos- uma familia eterna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao e isso....um bjaoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36TilweLI/AAAAAAAAADw/UwF2xPaMTK4/s1600-h/aline+e+barbara+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36TilweLI/AAAAAAAAADw/UwF2xPaMTK4/s320/aline+e+barbara+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201088358292420786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa foto foi a noite, numa epoca q eu era loira e a Aline era a fotografa oficial do Birch 215. Q cara de cansada q eu to....e como a Aline ta diferente neh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VClweMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a8Cl_wRxQF8/s1600-h/brasukas+na+danca+latina%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VClweMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a8Cl_wRxQF8/s320/brasukas+na+danca+latina%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201088384062224578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aline, Dudu, Davisson e eu...todos quimadinhos de sol...teve uma epoca q nos 4 eramos grudados...hj em dia so o Eduardo nao esta casado,mas esta noivo....logo logo entra pro time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VilweNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oqIhaI-whK0/s1600-h/as+tres+mosqueteiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VilweNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oqIhaI-whK0/s320/as+tres+mosqueteiras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201088392652159186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa foto e famosa pq ca entre nos, as tres ai eram famosas por serem as brasileiras q SEMPRE estavam na danca latina,como a Aline falou nossa "mais social activity" por mto tempo de solteiras...nos sempre lideravamos o sambao nos bailes.....eita saudade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VylweOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9dERhAl6oR4/s1600-h/laine+e+eu+na+Mckneill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VylweOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9dERhAl6oR4/s320/laine+e+eu+na+Mckneill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201088396947126498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nao me canso de me espantar o quanto mudamos....essa epoca a ALine e o Chris tinham acabado de comecar a namorar...estavamos na casa da Rosemary pra alguma festa brasileira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VylwePI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hLq470h5onA/s1600-h/Bolos%21%21028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36VylwePI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hLq470h5onA/s320/Bolos%21%21028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201088396947126514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa epoca era quando ainda existia o La Bana- nosa "empresa" de bolo...eu tava gravida e a Aline tava com o Fred na epoca...ela sempre foi mto melhor do q eu pra poses e fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39PSlweQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2SjpO4Y5bsM/s1600-h/casamento+bianca+e+outras+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39PSlweQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2SjpO4Y5bsM/s320/casamento+bianca+e+outras+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201091583812860162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa foi no casamento da Bianca,amifga da Aline do Brasil q fomos nos duas e tiramos mil fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39QClweRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/isafrN5WFF0/s1600-h/casamento+bianca+e+outras+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39QClweRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/isafrN5WFF0/s320/casamento+bianca+e+outras+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201091596697762066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nao me pergunte o pq do meu dedo no quixo assim...nada a ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39QilweSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JJWVDSVde54/s1600-h/cabelo+da+mel+e+jantar+aki+em+casa+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39QilweSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JJWVDSVde54/s320/cabelo+da+mel+e+jantar+aki+em+casa+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201091605287696674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiu-fiu....gatinha....no cabelereiro Paul Mitchell quando eu e col fizemos hidratacao e a Mel pintou o cabelo pela primeira vez...o Chris falou q a gente tava levando a Melissa pro mau caminho....o caminho de pintar cabelo...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39QylweTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rZMUpPbqqJ4/s1600-h/cabelo+da+mel+e+jantar+aki+em+casa+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39QylweTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rZMUpPbqqJ4/s320/cabelo+da+mel+e+jantar+aki+em+casa+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201091609582663986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa acho q a Aline nem sabe da existencia dessa foto.....acho q ela vai me matar...mas ta bem fofa vai...ate misteriosa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39SilweUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/REtWqcR5KCU/s1600-h/Dsc01645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC39SilweUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/REtWqcR5KCU/s320/Dsc01645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201091639647435074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cha de cozinha surpresa q as meninas fizeram pra mim...eu amo surpresa e nessa fui REALMENTE surpreendida....no primeira "ap" q a Laine morou dps de casar...ela e a de blusa rosa choque com cabelo escuro na direita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3-_ylweVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qVZHR_y5VH0/s1600-h/feriadoemutah+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3-_ylweVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qVZHR_y5VH0/s320/feriadoemutah+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201093516548143442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cantando karaoke com dor de barriga....hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_AClweWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F0mCMjfxKCE/s1600-h/feriadoemutah+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_AClweWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F0mCMjfxKCE/s320/feriadoemutah+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201093520843110754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pq q a gente adorava as fotos "pensativas"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_AylweXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LjNNaGnMAzE/s1600-h/feriadoemutah+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_AylweXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LjNNaGnMAzE/s320/feriadoemutah+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201093533728012658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As glamourosas...HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_BClweYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XkZWWeC1mCU/s1600-h/ultima+danca+latina+do+fall+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_BClweYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XkZWWeC1mCU/s320/ultima+danca+latina+do+fall+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201093538022979970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acho q a Aline vai me matar....minha amiga carnivora  no Ramirez,  mais uma vez dps de uma danca latina....ihihihih....do you see a pattern??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_BSlweZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3wDU4D3wgN8/s1600-h/dancalatina+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC3_BSlweZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3wDU4D3wgN8/s320/dancalatina+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201093542317947282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu tava com vergonha de colocar essa foto,pq tenho vergonha das fotos de tentativa "sexy", mas nada como umas boas gargalhadas...como eu disse antes, a Aline sempre foi boa de caras e bocas, ela ta sexy,eu pareco q to com sede...hehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por hj e so galera....eu tenho mtas mais,mas ai chega neh???senao e mta coisa pra um dia so!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjusssssssssssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-5387690387947352994?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/5387690387947352994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=5387690387947352994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5387690387947352994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/5387690387947352994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/05/hj-e-um-dia-especial.html' title='Hj e um dia especial!!!'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC36TilweLI/AAAAAAAAADw/UwF2xPaMTK4/s72-c/aline+e+barbara+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-1890251109495100565</id><published>2008-05-15T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:51:36.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha gatinha...</title><content type='html'>Encontrei umas fotos do dia 3 de maio da Isabelle....uma contorcionista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uGClweGI/AAAAAAAAADI/A_o3DHlpfQI/s1600-h/3+maio+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uGClweGI/AAAAAAAAADI/A_o3DHlpfQI/s320/3+maio+2008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200863825992120418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela tentando pegar a camera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uGilweHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yhF49v2r0iE/s1600-h/3+maio+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uGilweHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yhF49v2r0iE/s320/3+maio+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200863834582055026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De novo pegando o dedo do pe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uGylweII/AAAAAAAAADY/AkZrvUnKOqE/s1600-h/3+maio+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uGylweII/AAAAAAAAADY/AkZrvUnKOqE/s320/3+maio+2008+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200863838877022338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rindo de alguma coisa com o Mathew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uHClweJI/AAAAAAAAADg/I1v-c0AcMJU/s1600-h/3+maio+2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uHClweJI/AAAAAAAAADg/I1v-c0AcMJU/s320/3+maio+2008+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200863843171989650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiper compenetrada e com essa roupinha LINDA q a bisa Velle deu....ela ta usando ja roupa de 6-8 meses...e a coisa mais fofa...uma mocinha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uHSlweKI/AAAAAAAAADo/C6-9p9jvitI/s1600-h/3+maio+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uHSlweKI/AAAAAAAAADo/C6-9p9jvitI/s320/3+maio+2008+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200863847466956962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: logo logo a Bebelle ta engatinhando,ela ja fica de quatro e se impulsionando pra frente,ai ela cai de barriga e vai pra tras...fica bem frustada,pq eu acho q ela ta tentando botar o corpo pra frente,mas ainda nao pegou o jeito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj eu cuidei de um nenem da minha mae,ele tem 8 1/2 meses,chama Tristan e foi SUPER engracado....os dois tinham ciume um do outro e queriam ficar no meu colo...gravamos um video,foi ate gostoso...acho q to me preparando pro segundo filho ja!!!hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-1890251109495100565?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/1890251109495100565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7936039432951895461&amp;postID=1890251109495100565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1890251109495100565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7936039432951895461/posts/default/1890251109495100565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/2008/05/minha-gatinha.html' title='Minha gatinha...'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04734780460643273236</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/_tS9-c3TEXiY/TA7X2_pUUJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qwLetz4jKvk/S220/Czuba+em+S%C3%A3o+Paulo+290.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0uGClweGI/AAAAAAAAADI/A_o3DHlpfQI/s72-c/3+maio+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936039432951895461.post-7687334185687370946</id><published>2008-05-15T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:43:43.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos do dia das maes</title><content type='html'>Eu sou uma garota mto equilibrada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qQSlwd9I/AAAAAAAAACA/OtulIVj2QcY/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qQSlwd9I/AAAAAAAAACA/OtulIVj2QcY/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200859604039268306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pq q vc ta olhando pra mim com essa cara de boba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qQilwd-I/AAAAAAAAACI/yQsEJleBY3I/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qQilwd-I/AAAAAAAAACI/yQsEJleBY3I/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200859608334235618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papai nao deixa eu comer o cartao de dia das maes que dei pra minha mae...fiquei triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qRilwd_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NrBoiSojA-g/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qRilwd_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NrBoiSojA-g/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200859625514104818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse meu beico de baixo ta mto gostoso pra ser chupado....hummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qRylweAI/AAAAAAAAACY/K1En0wWX21U/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qRylweAI/AAAAAAAAACY/K1En0wWX21U/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200859629809072130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa foto aqui ela fiocu intrigada com  o brinquedinho q eu tava balancando pra ela rir...nunca da certo essa de brinquedo,nao sei pq continuo tentando....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rrClweFI/AAAAAAAAADA/O49rCMJZfy8/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rrClweFI/AAAAAAAAADA/O49rCMJZfy8/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200861163112396882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opaaaaa,to perdendo o meu equilibrio mamae!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qPylwd8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7xp3h6a5jeA/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0qPylwd8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7xp3h6a5jeA/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200859595449333698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou contar com fotos o dia das maes bem rapidinho:&lt;br /&gt;Comecando o dia com um ramalhete de flores q o Mathew me deu,lindas neh???Eu amei, nao so super fa das sempre rosas vermelhas...adorei a originalidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0opClwd6I/AAAAAAAAABo/Tj0qUByuPb4/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0opClwd6I/AAAAAAAAABo/Tj0qUByuPb4/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200857830217775010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bebelle tava com aquele cartaozinho de ontem na mao,na hora ela nao tava com ele na boca entao parecia ate ensaiado....foi a coisa mais fofa!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0pEilwd7I/AAAAAAAAABw/inSgoxzTV94/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0pEilwd7I/AAAAAAAAABw/inSgoxzTV94/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200858302664177586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dps eu tive um cafe da manha na cama....foi uma cafe da manha meio tarde entao foi salmon com limao bem grelhadinho e sequinho com hash browns e french toast...e pra complementar um suco de laranja e manga maravilhosoooooo,natural mesmo,nada artificial....o mais fofo foi o Mathew indo pro supermercado no dia anterior e comprando as coisas,ele chegou em casa com as compras e deixou tudo semi preparado,ralou as batatas,imprimiu as receitas...e nao me deixou entrar na cozinha pq era surpresa!Ele tb me deu um colar e brinco de uma pedra turquesa lindos! Amei apaixonei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levei tanto beijo da minha mamae ela e doidinha por mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rqClweCI/AAAAAAAAACo/XkYrdmAe3Go/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rqClweCI/AAAAAAAAACo/XkYrdmAe3Go/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200861145932527650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gente brincou e ela me fez rir mto....ela e tao engracada comigo,faz umas caretas mto feias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rqSlweDI/AAAAAAAAACw/FsYqPIEFcx0/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rqSlweDI/AAAAAAAAACw/FsYqPIEFcx0/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200861150227494962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toda vez q eu tento tirar uma foto com a Isabelle ela acaba saindo seria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rqilweEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Awtuq6C3f94/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rqilweEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Awtuq6C3f94/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200861154522462274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final o papai tava exausto por ter ido dormir tarde e acordado tao cedo pra surpreender a mamae!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rpylweBI/AAAAAAAAACg/_3FjSMh9B2A/s1600-h/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tS9-c3TEXiY/SC0rpylweBI/AAAAAAAAACg/_3FjSMh9B2A/s320/meu+primeiro+dia+das+maes+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200861141637560338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Aprendi a contar a storinha com fotos...BRIGADA ANNA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936039432951895461-7687334185687370946?l=familiapretel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familiapretel.blogspot.com/feeds/7687334185687370946/comments/d
