tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858135656490093272024-02-19T02:57:57.308+00:00Little M.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-68986067146968439612018-02-01T17:02:00.002+00:002018-02-01T17:02:28.377+00:00Maquilhagem"Mãe, tu usas maquilhagem para esconder a cara de cansaço?"<br />
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Cláudia vphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400435532125142376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-9995432671240477162018-01-04T17:56:00.000+00:002018-01-04T17:56:16.784+00:00Cantar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
M. a cantar:</div>
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- A mãe é máááááááááááááááááááááá <span style="font-family: "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", NotoColorEmoji, "Segoe UI Symbol", "Android Emoji", EmojiSymbols; font-size: 16px;">🎶</span> <span style="font-family: "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", NotoColorEmoji, "Segoe UI Symbol", "Android Emoji", EmojiSymbols; font-size: 16px;">🎶</span> <span style="font-family: "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", NotoColorEmoji, "Segoe UI Symbol", "Android Emoji", EmojiSymbols; font-size: 16px;">🎶</span></div>
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- A mãe é ridículaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa <span style="font-family: "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", NotoColorEmoji, "Segoe UI Symbol", "Android Emoji", EmojiSymbols; font-size: 16px;">🎶</span> <span style="font-family: "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", NotoColorEmoji, "Segoe UI Symbol", "Android Emoji", EmojiSymbols; font-size: 16px;">🎶</span> <span style="font-family: "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", NotoColorEmoji, "Segoe UI Symbol", "Android Emoji", EmojiSymbols; font-size: 16px;">🎶</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-84021681258178137842016-05-21T14:35:00.000+01:002016-05-21T14:35:14.891+01:00Ui, é lixo? Eu reciclo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A Biblioteca Municipal de Belém promoveu um evento de construção de jogos e brinquedos com materiais recicláveis - <b>Ui, é lixo? Eu reciclo!</b></div>
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A M. fez uma crocodila apenas com materiais reciclados e alguma ajuda da mãe.</div>
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O plano era fazer um crocodilo, mas a M. quis personalizar a "Kiki" com um laçarote.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-10266839503469708312016-05-09T01:35:00.000+01:002016-05-09T01:35:36.007+01:00Falar baixinhoM. brinca sozinha no quarto e não se ouve nada.<br />
Pai segreda à Mãe: ou exige a nossa presença nas brincadeiras, ou brinca sozinha e estamos à espreita a ver o que faz.<br />
M. ao longe: Estou a ouvir falarem baixo! É o paizinho. O que estás a dizer?<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-50408857177601277892016-05-05T20:31:00.002+01:002016-05-05T20:31:52.096+01:00Foto de CasalPai para a Mãe: Não encontro foto nenhuma contigo...<br />
M.: Eu tiro uma foto vossa!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-85445861916881311542016-04-17T00:01:00.003+01:002016-04-20T22:17:03.194+01:00AmigoAo almoço no IKEA um senhor tenta passar, mas precisa de mais espaço.<br />
Pai: É preciso sair?<br />
Senhor: Basta afastar-se um pouco. (apesar disso, Pai levanta-se para o senhor passar)<br />
M.: Pai, foste amigo!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-24167755928128499292016-03-03T23:55:00.002+00:002016-03-03T23:55:42.501+00:00PezM. ao descobrir um tesouro escondido:<br />
- Quem comprou isto?<br />
- Foi o pai<br />
- Ele não podia ter comprado isto. Vou comer tudo num dia!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-50450362893379896852016-02-28T00:20:00.001+00:002016-02-28T00:20:44.390+00:00De nadaM e a Mãe vão buscar o Pai ao trabalho:<br />
Pai: Obrigado pela boleia!<br />
M.: Pai, quando são coisas minhas não é preciso "obrigado".<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-35503315404700477762016-02-03T22:49:00.002+00:002016-02-03T22:49:30.510+00:00CarnavalConversa sobre ida ao Carnaval:<br />
- Pai, tu vais de Minion com dois olhos.<br />
- A mãe vai de Minion com um olho.<br />
- A avó vai de nuvem.<br />
- Quem faz os fatos?<br />
- Eu faço.<br />
- Sabes fazer os fatos?<br />
- Sim!<br />
- Quem te ensinou?<br />
- Eu própria...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-55044279719072799422016-01-14T00:09:00.001+00:002016-01-14T00:09:52.958+00:00PiadinhaPai e filha a caminho do infantário:<br />
Pai: Queres que ligue a música?<br />
M.: Não.<br />
- Pai, tens de comprar 2 cds dos Azeitonas.<br />
- Um para o teu carro, um para o da mãe!<br />
Pai: Canta a música dos Azeitonas, tu sabes.<br />
M.: Não sei a letra toda ...<br />
[cara safada] - Mas no outro dia fiz uma piadinha e disse "anda comigo ao <i>portozinho</i>".<br />
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Após um momento de silêncio, a M. diz:</div>
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- "Pareces a mãe da Brave"!!</div>
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<br />Cláudia vphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400435532125142376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-85011306688366722072016-01-03T22:23:00.002+00:002016-01-03T22:23:51.420+00:00GomasRegresso das compras. M. partilha goma com a mãe e com o Pai e deixa o alerta:<br />
M: Pai, tu hoje não comes as minhas gomas todas, pois não?<br />
M: Olha que se eu descubro dou-te um grande chapadão no rabo!<br />
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Conversa numa viagem de <i>tuc tuc</i> a caminho do pió:</div>
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Mãe: Preciso mesmo de um café.</div>
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Brincadeira habitual entre mãe e filha:</div>
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Após o "parto" a M. questiona a mãe:</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-7622780893180656572015-10-07T01:15:00.000+01:002015-10-07T01:15:24.756+01:00GulosaM. come mini pacote de bolachas inteiro e mãe questiona-a:<br />
- Comeste o pacote de bolachas todo? Antes do jantar...<br />
- Mãe, sou igual ao pai. Sou gulosa.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-41243009642513745972015-09-18T00:45:00.000+01:002015-09-18T00:45:58.311+01:00Conversas antes de adormecerMãe tenta adormecer filha (há mais de meia-hora), mas a tarefa adivinha-se complicada<br />
- Mãe, quero conversar contigo.<br />
- Conversamos amanhã, que já é tarde e tens de dormir.<br />
- Então vou conversar com o tecto.<br />
- Não porque o tecto já está a dormir.<br />
- Não, ele está a responder...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-80557076527131356132015-09-17T21:45:00.001+01:002015-09-17T21:46:15.403+01:00Menina traquina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Já desenha o "M" envolto de um coração, mas também tem saídas de menina ruim.</div>
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M. contrariada após a mãe lhe tirar o champô do cabelo no banho:</div>
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Avó P. pergunta sobre o que falava a M.:</div>
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- Não é da tua conta.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-11262634177721252032015-09-17T00:22:00.004+01:002015-09-17T00:22:51.057+01:00Livros para bebés<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Na <a href="http://www.bertrand.pt/" target="_blank">Bertrand</a>, o pai auxilia a M. na escolha do livro a comprar:</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-67334488693910736622015-09-06T01:35:00.000+01:002015-09-13T14:39:27.380+01:00The story teller<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Ao jantar a M. contou-nos dezenas histórias. O padrão era simples:</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-55694181745646785722015-08-23T12:21:00.000+01:002015-08-23T12:21:25.726+01:00Jantar a dois<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Conversa entre pai e filha:</div>
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- Hoje jantas com a Tia L.</div>
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- E o pai e a mãe?</div>
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- Nós vamos jantar fora.</div>
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- (quase em choro) Não. Também vou.</div>
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- Filha, os pais precisam de tempo a dois.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-37535186495485412352015-07-27T11:33:00.002+01:002015-07-27T11:33:42.735+01:00Chucha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Conversa entre Avó P. e M.:</div>
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- Chegando ao fim do verão, atiras a chucha ao mar, como prometeste.</div>
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- Não me sinto preparada.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-83216557596107308382015-06-22T10:51:00.002+01:002015-06-22T10:51:34.165+01:00Sonhos - I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-40202091492983934692015-06-09T13:24:00.001+01:002015-06-09T13:26:28.325+01:00Birras para que vos quero?!<br />
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Ultimamente tem sido isto: birra porque sim, birra porque não, birra talvez. Uma mãe à beira de um ataque de nervos, um pai <u>sempre</u> mais calmo e uma miúda que ora é um doce, ora vira furacão.</div>
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Para me motivar e em espécie de resumo, o psicólogo Eduardo Sá diz: <i>"As birras fazem bem à saúde. Aumentam o débito pulmonar. São sinónimo de paixão". </i></div>
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(Assim fico mais descansada..., ou nem por isso! Vou refletir (<i>mais uma vez</i>) sobre o assunto porque sei que faz parte, sei que há uma necessidade, tem de haver um equilíbrio e os pais têm um papel fundamental mas há dias em que não é fácil...!)</div>
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<br />Cláudia vphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400435532125142376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185813565649009327.post-29267298484262682322015-05-10T23:17:00.000+01:002015-05-11T00:14:14.879+01:00Brincadeiras de ruaConversa entre mãe e filha na ida ao mini-mercado para compra de última hora:<br />
- Mãe, vamos à Igreja da Memória.<br />
- Filha, temos de voltar para casa.<br />
- Eu quero brincar com crianças. Não quero brincar com crescidos. Não é justo!<br />
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Com o trabalho do pai não há muitas confusões, é nas <i>"Mamoeiras"</i> e ela já lá esteve algumas vezes. </div>
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Mas com o da mãe não é bem assim, ela não fica convencida quando a minha resposta à sua pergunta: <i>"onde é o teu tabaio?"</i>, é:<i> "A mãe trabalha em casa, no computador"</i>.</div>
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Por isso, é constante o pedido: <i>"Qeo vê o teu tabaio!". </i>Eu disse-lhe que quando chegássemos a casa lhe mostrava o meu trabalho.</div>
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Entramos em casa e ela vai buscar o seu portátil laranja para aprender os números e as letras e finge estar a trabalhar. </div>
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<i>- Mariana, anda ver o trabalho da mãe!</i></div>
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<i>- Não posso, tô opucada!</i></div>
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