<?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-5108002813689454695</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:37:06.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rrjmryan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-6302805744687974582</id><published>2009-06-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:22:41.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raegon's Birthday...Our Party :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1anQrBhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/g2coueAOJhI/s1600-h/06-10-09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112963997271570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1anQrBhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/g2coueAOJhI/s400/06-10-09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry guys, I don't know how to use this blog thing well and I wasn't able to move this picture. It supposed to start with my story and not with the picture of my Funniest, cutest, good looking, gossip helper :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was Raegon's birthday (Happy Birthday Raegon :)  ) and me and Mariana stopped by to give him a little gift. Then my sweet Chase decided that we should come to my home and make a cake to Raegon. So Wesley decided to come too but before we left he let Raegon knows that we were gonna have a Surprise party to him (what, actually, made him very happy). Raegon didn't want to come with us because he wanted to wait for the surprise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desculpa gente,~esse q ta na foto é o Wesley e não o Raegon. Eu não sei mexer nisso direito e não consegui mudar a foto de lugar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem a história é a seguinte:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu e Mariana fomos levar um presentinho pro Raegon e o fofo do Chase decidiu q nós devíamos vir pra minha casa e fazer um bolo pro Raegon. O fofoqueiro do Wesley veio junto mas antes de sair de casa ele correu pra avisar ao raegon q nós iríamos fazer uma festa surpresa pra ele ( o q o deixou muito feliz). O Raegon não quis vir com a gente pq ele queria esperar pela festa surpresa (acho q ele nao quis estragar a surpresa :)  ).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1Z520MUI/AAAAAAAAANs/M2gf297mzhU/s1600-h/06-10-09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112951809225026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1Z520MUI/AAAAAAAAANs/M2gf297mzhU/s400/06-10-09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112959122720946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1aVGfSLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KKo7xGJV7Io/s400/06-10-09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks to Wesley and Chase help we were able to make a delicious cake to Raegon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a ajuda do Chase e do Wesley nós fizemos um bolo delicioso!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1Z30OlbI/AAAAAAAAANk/wAxhMkG_qLA/s1600-h/06-10-09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112951261500850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1Z30OlbI/AAAAAAAAANk/wAxhMkG_qLA/s400/06-10-09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow look at that cake mixer!!! Really, how fun can it be???? I don't know but they were very interested on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uau olha essa batedeira!!! Sério, não sei quão divertido é olhar a batedeira mas eles adoraram!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1Zn75n6I/AAAAAAAAANc/4ufbqntSZZg/s1600-h/06-10-09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112946998714274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1Zn75n6I/AAAAAAAAANc/4ufbqntSZZg/s400/06-10-09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum The best part!!!&lt;br /&gt;Delicia, a melhor parte :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0mT3T3vI/AAAAAAAAANU/Z-aPJrxPlbM/s1600-h/06-10-09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112065437425394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0mT3T3vI/AAAAAAAAANU/Z-aPJrxPlbM/s400/06-10-09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0lVrZmsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GivfCquxzMs/s1600-h/06-10-09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112048744471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0lVrZmsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GivfCquxzMs/s400/06-10-09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't miss it. Look at Mariana's face. "I want some mom"&lt;br /&gt;Eu não podia perder essa. Olha a cara da Mariana, tipo "Eu tb quero".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0mAb9ucI/AAAAAAAAANM/pPSpLoYrhVk/s1600-h/06-10-09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112060222454210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0mAb9ucI/AAAAAAAAANM/pPSpLoYrhVk/s400/06-10-09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0l385sVI/AAAAAAAAANE/rTlZ7vCE72c/s1600-h/06-10-09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112057944682834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0l385sVI/AAAAAAAAANE/rTlZ7vCE72c/s400/06-10-09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had more fun than Raegon, but don't tell him that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós nos divertimos mais q o Raegon, mas não vamos dizer isso pra ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0loaOFzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/o_MiJRjSwKk/s1600-h/06-10-09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112053772687154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE0loaOFzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/o_MiJRjSwKk/s400/06-10-09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks messy"&lt;br /&gt;"Que bagunça!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEzZ-5v2PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x708HCxW1BE/s1600-h/06-10-09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110754140444914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEzZ-5v2PI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x708HCxW1BE/s400/06-10-09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Lets make cookies, Renata". That was Wesley's idea. I gotta tell you I love making cookies with them for a few reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I just need to get a tray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) They love it and it is not messy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) you just need to wait for 15 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Raegon told me it is the best cookie he ever had :) He thinks it is a "homemade" cookie. I bought it from him but we will not tell him that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vamos fazer biscoitos, Renata". Idéia do Wesley. Eu adoro fazer biscoito com eles por algumas razões:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Tudo q eu preciso é uma travessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Eles se divertem muito e não sujam nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) A gente só precisa esperar 15 minutos pra ficar pronto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) O Raegon me disse q é o melhor biscoito q ele já comeu em toda a vida dele. Ele acha q eu fiz em casa. Ele não sabe q esse é o bisoito congelado q eu  comprei dele :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEzZg0CvUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/IwB1fw5wqQU/s1600-h/06-10-09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110746063453506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEzZg0CvUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/IwB1fw5wqQU/s400/06-10-09+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pouco mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEzZSGjX5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6r0CmoV1tN0/s1600-h/06-10-09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110742114557842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEzZSGjX5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6r0CmoV1tN0/s400/06-10-09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more... I think we need another tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mais... Eu acho q precisamos de outra travessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEykoomFQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1HQ46A1mc_M/s1600-h/06-10-09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346109837629854978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEykoomFQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1HQ46A1mc_M/s400/06-10-09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well the cake is not ready and they were getting impatient. (see why I like making cookies better?) So, lets plant some floweres guys!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O bolo ainda não tava pronto e eles tavam ficando impacientes. (Viu pq eu prefiro fazer biscoito?). Vamos plantar flores!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346109845513337874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEylGAKfBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5FLDRz7mpdo/s400/06-10-09+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We did a good job!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito bem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEyRdQdcFI/AAAAAAAAAME/kRT5fVC-K-I/s1600-h/06-10-09+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346109508158320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEyRdQdcFI/AAAAAAAAAME/kRT5fVC-K-I/s400/06-10-09+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the cake is done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora o bolo tá pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEyFTDnrCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/AeZy4P1TYjs/s1600-h/06-10-09+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346109299261680674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEyFTDnrCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/AeZy4P1TYjs/s400/06-10-09+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Mariana... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am wondering how she got so tired"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariana tb tava pronta... pra ir pra cama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha a cara do Chase, tipo: Pq ela ta tão cansada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we got there I called them and told raegon we didn't have time to make him a cake and he really believed on me. I don't know what is wrong with those boys but thy believe anything I tell them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes da gente chegar lá eu liguei e disse ao raegon q não haviamos tido tempo de fazer o bolo dele... e ele ACREDITOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEx08mhHOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qWiJ0Seynh0/s1600-h/06-10-09+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346109018356128994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjEx08mhHOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qWiJ0Seynh0/s400/06-10-09+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SURPRISE!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAEGON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjExhtlJ_HI/AAAAAAAAALs/93KZg6I8I70/s1600-h/06-10-09+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346108687906372722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjExhtlJ_HI/AAAAAAAAALs/93KZg6I8I70/s400/06-10-09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dear Raegon, Happy Birthday to you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjExRshmBTI/AAAAAAAAALk/zLmhb3jPr_A/s1600-h/06-10-09+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346108412745090354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjExRshmBTI/AAAAAAAAALk/zLmhb3jPr_A/s400/06-10-09+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegon trying to cut his cake starting down and going up, a brazilian tradition :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raegon tantando cortar o bolo de baixo pra cima :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had tons of fun!!! I love my boys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me diverti muitissimo!!! Eu amo meus meninos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108002813689454695-6302805744687974582?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6302805744687974582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/06/raegons-birthdayour-party.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/6302805744687974582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/6302805744687974582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/06/raegons-birthdayour-party.html' title='Raegon&apos;s Birthday...Our Party :)'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SjE1anQrBhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/g2coueAOJhI/s72-c/06-10-09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-7171187447786670080</id><published>2009-05-22T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:36:12.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sweet Summer  - Verão Doce Verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb6nelrvHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X53HpLmwkAk/s1600-h/05-18-09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338729964427263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb6nelrvHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X53HpLmwkAk/s400/05-18-09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I decided to make a little time to let you know how much fun we are having during Mariana 1st Summer!!! I apologize for not keeping up with my blog. I will try to be better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente eu consegui arrumar um tempinho pra dizer a vocês como eu e Mariana estamos nos divertindo durante o 1.o verão dela!!! Me desculpem por eu ser tão relaxada qto ao meu Blog. Eu tentarei ser melhor :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't wait for summer get here. It seems like it took FOREVER but it finally arrived and summer brought wit it tons of fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não aguentava mais esperar pelo verão, parecia que nunca ia chegar, mas finalmente ele chegou cheio de diversão!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolynne has just moved close to us and we have done tons of activities together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leo has included Mariana in his "Best friends" list and he also was able to be friend of my sweet nephews Chase and Wesley :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carolynne se mudou pra bem pertinho da gente e a nós temos feito muitas coisas juntos. O Léo inclusive incluiu a Mariana na lista dele de "Melhores Amigos" e já fez amizade com os meus doces sobrinhos, Chase e Wesley :)&lt;img class="gl_color_fg" alt="Text Color" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338717210400172802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/ShbvBGIqqwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Cy8DO3aaqjI/s400/05-16-09+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gone to parks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós temos ido a parques...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338726128044917346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb3IK82wmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0lMfvsYeFr8/s400/05-07-09+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338726562002105826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb3hbkT9eI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OS_Ks5iZrc0/s400/05-07-09+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338727964563004850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb4zEg43bI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k_76rUrnz3Y/s400/05-07-09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338728725832824610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb5fYdwdyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lXuQP5HNwAs/s400/05-07-09+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338729419150535938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb6HvRlLQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZV51hmP_4lc/s400/05-07-09+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338718140886435586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shbv3Qd4RwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XxzaN7bjHOs/s400/05-07-09+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have gone to Jungle Jim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fomos ao Jungle Jim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338725155968036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb2PlrqrSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/27EMnqvxXhE/s400/05-20-09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338725737202841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb2xa81-VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3_hry0nFHyM/s400/05-20-09+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have gone to swimming classes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós temos ido à aulas de natação...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338723095907369794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb0XrW7g0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3Gp63YVRfhs/s400/05-18-09+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338723657038097778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb04Vu67XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZXNktYwsQ4c/s400/05-20-09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338724246661068066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb1aqP_dSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D9mWJOMoMe4/s400/05-20-09+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mariana has helped mom to cook...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariana tem ajudado a mamãe a cozinhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338722729082821346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb0CU1JGuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-3-LZtwSwfI/s400/05-16-09+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And helped daddy with the yard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ajudado o papai com o jardim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338733735194686626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb-C9ysdKI/AAAAAAAAALc/oxxxssu1PjA/s400/05-16-09+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And we even had my birthday party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nós tb tivemos meu aniversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338733064623927474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb9b7uKsLI/AAAAAAAAALU/5DlCl23vts8/s400/05-18-09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338721388859899122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shby0UHGPPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Bj3lTLWsVNw/s400/05-18-09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338730320004426114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb68LN4qYI/AAAAAAAAALE/u1vBqnmqxNc/s400/05-18-09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has been one of the best summers of my life! Full of joy and love!!! I just miss one big thing... The ones who are not here. But I want to let you know that you are in my heart :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este tem sido um dos melhores verões da minha vida. Cheio de amor e alegria!!! Eu só sinto saudade de uma coisa... Dos que não estão presentes... MAs vcs estão no meu coração :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338720401767113058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shbx6251oWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/H2MDw9dThL4/s400/05-18-09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338720909392897394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/ShbyYZ9QZXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SY2Txz_LVCA/s400/05-18-09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108002813689454695-7171187447786670080?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7171187447786670080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-sweet-summer-verao-doce-verao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/7171187447786670080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/7171187447786670080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-sweet-summer-verao-doce-verao.html' title='Summer Sweet Summer  - Verão Doce Verão...'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/Shb6nelrvHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X53HpLmwkAk/s72-c/05-18-09+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-1292737446906524541</id><published>2009-03-31T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:39:32.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet, Loved Little boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon Dede left to New York, New York I tried to still my sweet nephews and keep them with me, to me and for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to check on them saturday morning after talking to Raegon on the phone and having he telling me that they were by themselves and he had no idea where his dad was and what time he would be back. Well as soon as I got there with Mariana I discovered Bill was at the neighbor's house, just few doors away and he was checking on them every 15 min or so. It was a relieve knowing men are not as irresponsible as we think they are :) But... WHY BOYS CAN NOT GIVE US A FULL INFORMATION ABOUT ANYTHING????????????? They never know what is going on, EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well after been there for a while and making sure Bill had everything cleaned up ( the house was chaotic when I got there) and under control I asked if the boys wanted to come to my house to keep playing with Mariana. My sweet Chase and Wesley loved the idea and were ready in 30 sec, Wesley even had his booster seat with him. I tried to bring Cameron and Reagon but they are too cool and big to be playing with the little kids. They decided they prefer stay in home with their dad and far away of the little boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After playing puzzles, matching cards, seeking and hide, making some cookies they decided it was time to play outside. Wesley though it was stupid I don't have XBOX or a trampolim but he found out other ways to have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLn7mGQFdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l2S6wuGY1Mg/s1600-h/03-25-09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319569120903042514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLn7mGQFdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l2S6wuGY1Mg/s400/03-25-09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much fun you can have with a 6 month old baby??? Does anyone recognizes this little butt???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLnEwm29UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZRv4mgkGPtQ/s1600-h/03-25-09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319568178831357250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLnEwm29UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZRv4mgkGPtQ/s400/03-25-09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fastest boy EVER!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319568422768452658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLnS9V_pDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Vr6Jvm4-EU/s400/03-25-09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Chase tried to keep up with Wesley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319569485825815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLoQ1intWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qO8CNcaX_9c/s400/03-25-09+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLozXcRucI/AAAAAAAAAH4/R3OLoCdZcbY/s1600-h/03-25-09+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319570079041567170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLozXcRucI/AAAAAAAAAH4/R3OLoCdZcbY/s400/03-25-09+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS WHY THEY LOVE ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLpuMxHHII/AAAAAAAAAII/odhWbRDoSF0/s1600-h/03-25-09+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319571089788443778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLpuMxHHII/AAAAAAAAAII/odhWbRDoSF0/s400/03-25-09+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLpaEgvo_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mI6kiS7YTc4/s1600-h/03-25-09+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319570743974929394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLpaEgvo_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mI6kiS7YTc4/s400/03-25-09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THIS IS WHY I LOVE THEM...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319571664545840034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLqPp58-6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kgogcZ8mU6g/s400/03-25-09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE BEST BABYSITTER ON TOWN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319571385896704354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLp_b20mWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CltvMAVDF6U/s400/03-25-09+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE SWEETEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WORLD...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319571880866271650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLqcPww0aI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_v59BOeeKYc/s400/03-25-09+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AREN'T THEY ADORABLE???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108002813689454695-1292737446906524541?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1292737446906524541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sweet-loved-little-boys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/1292737446906524541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/1292737446906524541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sweet-loved-little-boys.html' title='My Sweet, Loved Little boys!'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SdLn7mGQFdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l2S6wuGY1Mg/s72-c/03-25-09+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-6464479746272046107</id><published>2009-01-29T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:36:44.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVOS, GRANDPAS, GRANDMAS, GREATS</title><content type='html'>Some people like to say that the best thing about grandpa an grandma's house are Grandpa and Grandma. I am woundering why!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Algumas pessoas gostam de dizer q a coisa mais divertida na casa dos avos sao os avos. As vezes eu me pergunto o por que!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296792455935224050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYH8rND86PI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0CD5tBaSPY4/s400/09-16-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe it is because they are the ones who protect us from everything and everyone even when our mom abandon us on some bad, weird, freak people's hand...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Talvez seja porque eles nos protegem contra tudo e contra todos mesmo qdo a mamae nos abandona nas maos dessa gente ma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296797944845311090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYIBqs2GHHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c2oXfhI67sg/s400/01-04-08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or because their arms is the best place in the whole world for a good nap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ou porque o colo deles eh o melhor lugar do mundo pra tirar uma soneca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296802710338272194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYIGAFsJ-8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Yfd9KPCMOFI/s400/24_P24_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe it is because they are always very proud of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Talvez seja porque eles estao sempre orgulhosos da gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296806678101156066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYIJnCwi4OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/N6WCobiUy4g/s400/100_2729.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Or just cause they never get tired of giving us a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ou talvez seja soh pq eles nunca se cansam de brincar com a gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296805798378258946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYIIz1iQwgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/So46_w-rKRE/s400/10-29-08+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May be it is because they think we are cute even when we look like a cow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Talvez seja porque eles acham a gente linda mesmo qdo a gente ta parecendo uma vaquinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296808923263065154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYILpuo23EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1xCN-bJ6uNs/s400/100_2756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or it is because they sing for us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ou porque eles cantam pra gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809500974592002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYIMLWyBMAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-4ODpCHtO4s/s400/100_2745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it is because they rock us so lovely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Talvez seja porque eles nos balancam com muito amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296810787004439730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYINWNnbXLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y43oz1f9bw8/s400/10-29-08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whatever the reason is... THEY ARE THE GREATEST!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Seja qual for a razao... ELES SAO OS MELHORES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcPWON8E8DY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c9dbe6ba09798b09" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9dbe6ba09798b09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497218%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D743FAF6DEECF70A9A0B7488219A1E55627EC250D.55F0E51540708E31FA6DB6B88F0879F1D833AC0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9dbe6ba09798b09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF-WFC7ML5X85YkRDHwFFh-hCupI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9dbe6ba09798b09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331497218%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D743FAF6DEECF70A9A0B7488219A1E55627EC250D.55F0E51540708E31FA6DB6B88F0879F1D833AC0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9dbe6ba09798b09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF-WFC7ML5X85YkRDHwFFh-hCupI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108002813689454695-6464479746272046107?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c9dbe6ba09798b09&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6464479746272046107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/avos-grandpas-grandmas-greats.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/6464479746272046107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/6464479746272046107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/avos-grandpas-grandmas-greats.html' title='AVOS, GRANDPAS, GRANDMAS, GREATS'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SYH8rND86PI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0CD5tBaSPY4/s72-c/09-16-08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-3288577753861306767</id><published>2009-01-04T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:25:06.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Beanbag, welcome mamasano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye bye Beanbag, Welcome Confortable chair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SWeWPXg9odI/AAAAAAAAAEo/glduS6sX90E/s1600-h/beanbag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289361478124413394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SWeWPXg9odI/AAAAAAAAAEo/glduS6sX90E/s400/beanbag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SWeVcoq7vZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7AzqazEZwZ0/s1600-h/beanbag.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many complaines, crys, prayers and the help of my adorable sweet nephews and Juliana's kids, Rob finally gave up on his totally destroyed beanbag. I still can't believe that now I have a living room without an elephant on it. I didn't know how big my living room is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sad in the beggining and I almost felt sorry for him. He spent lots of time on the internet trying to see how to replace his beanbag for something I wouldn't be complaining about and where we could lay together and confortably (isn't he sweet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got a double sit mamasamo. I am very happy! It is cute, confortable and looks nice on our living room. Rob loves it, so does Mariana. His own words: "It is very confortable honey, way better than the beanbag".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? I was able to save a lot of money on it so I got a new furniture to my kitchen where I can put my "Crystal glasses" from Ikea. I am so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the kids even think about jumping on my mamasamo, I will be the one who will kick their little bump :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I am not that mean. They still have the coach to do their jumps and rolls on it. And if they miss the beanbag they can go to Juliana's house to play on it. She is having it on her basement for her kids finish destroying it :) Thanks Ju. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108002813689454695-3288577753861306767?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3288577753861306767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-beanbag-welcome-mamasano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/3288577753861306767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/3288577753861306767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-beanbag-welcome-mamasano.html' title='Bye Beanbag, welcome mamasano'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SWeWPXg9odI/AAAAAAAAAEo/glduS6sX90E/s72-c/beanbag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-4379623521858654412</id><published>2009-01-01T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:58:11.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO MATTER WHAT, I WILL BE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286432650855787298" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SV0ufLtJKyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TbQRCOxLAyw/s400/hl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;It was around 6pm on December 31st, and I received a call from my mom. She was at my aunt's house, who lives at the beach, in Rio. My aunt lives about 10 feet from the beach, you can see the ocean from her living room. Her living room has a glass wall that goes from the floor to the roof. She lives on the 9th floor so you have the impression that you are in the beach when you look outside. You gotta see to understand how beautiful her view is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;I need to tell you about New year's evening in Brasil before I continue my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;In Brasil it is a hugh deal. It is as important as Christmas. We have a big dinner, with turkey, ham, pork, cobb fish, fruits, deserts, you name it, we have it. The way you start the year dictates how your year will be like. So everyone gets new clothes. Each color means a different thing you want to attract to your life. Example: Red attracts passion, yellow money, green hope, white peace, pink love, etc. We eat grapes and throw the seeds up and make wishes. People eat lentilha (a kind of soup) with money under the plate to attract money. We jump the first 3 waves and make wishes (this is my favorite one). We open champagne and have at least a gulp of it and spray it around. People do all kind of superticious things to attract luck and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;My mom told me they have so much food that she didn't have room on the table for everything. They went to a special mass celebrated on the beach and they were waiting for the fire works that starts at midnight. She told me it was very hot there and she would jump the 3 waves for me. My mom is not a superticious woman, she is VERY religious, but she told me she would do it for me, it doesn't hurt to try it, right? And I don't think it is a sin so my mom is safe and so am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Then she asked me if I was ready and what I was gonna do. Well I looked around and I noticed that I had Nothing cooked, I had no plans, Rob didn't want to go anywhere (of course) and it was 31 F degrees. It made me miss Rio even more than I was already missing it. Everyone knows I love partys and my hubby loves our beanbag (it is right the opposits attractseach other, we are ions and protons, and I love him anyway). I didn't want to fight with him about going to anywhere and I actually was miserably tired. Mariana hasn't slept well latelly, neither have I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;While I was thinking about my life I decided my 1st resolution for this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;No matter what, I will be happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;So I took a shower and put a new outfit on. Clara and Ana Paula had gave a red blouse. I love it because it attracts passion and I need to have passion on my life to keep me moving on happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;I remembered Rob had a Champagne in the refrigerated for years. He told me once it was there for 5 years, he was waiting for a great moment to open it. Well honey, your great moment has finally arrived. I told him that we were gonna have a party. We had everything we needed. We had each other, we had Mariana, we had peace, love and we even had a good, expansive champagne and we were gonna jump the piles of snow instead of the waves. I became so excited that I was able to make him excited too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;So we got all ready, I put 3 cute new outfits on Mariana but she spit on all of them and it didn't do thru midnight, so I gave up and put a new pjs on her (it is white so she is gonna be just fine). We watched some funny comedy shows, we openned our champagne at midnight, I jumped the 3 piles of snow while I was thinking about my wishes, I made us grilled cheese and ham sandwiches and we fall asleep on the bean bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;We had a great time!!! I love my new resolution and I am confident that it is gonna be a wonderful year!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;I hope you all had a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&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/5108002813689454695-4379623521858654412?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4379623521858654412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/4379623521858654412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/4379623521858654412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SV0ufLtJKyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TbQRCOxLAyw/s72-c/hl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-744482906210872224</id><published>2008-12-30T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:10:58.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008 - The miracle year in my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsNMBw-_xI/AAAAAAAAACI/sJT97msuseY/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285833087932890898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsNMBw-_xI/AAAAAAAAACI/sJT97msuseY/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsOGv9XMEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H_DgUuew5oo/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285834096765251650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsOGv9XMEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/H_DgUuew5oo/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;2008 was a great year. It was the year I will never forget in my life.It was when I experienced the most beautiful miracle of life. I became a mom. Not anyone's mom, I became my sweet heart Mariana's mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;I felt for the first time this little thing growing in my belly, changing my body and my emotions in crazy ways (poor Rob, he needed to deal with it) and I still can't believe it became this gorgeous, sweet baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;For the first time in my life I understood why some people like my own mom, my sisters in law and Tracie are able to have 3, 4 or 5 kids and don't care that they don't have time to spend the whole day watching tv with their hubbys or shopping with their girl friends. And they actually think their life, even been so crazy and messy is great. Even worse, they will recomend it to everyone, and now, I will too. I used to think tey were totally crazy and had no way I would want to change my peaceful, free and party life style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;I am starting to understand that I can be exausted, I can get crazy, I can be mad but even if I feel all that in the same time, I feel happy still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;I will never feel like my life makes no sense anymore. And I will never truly understand the miracle of love and mercy of God that creates a new life. I will always be the most grateful person that God trusts me to take care of His, and now mine, beloved little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;I know that no matter how many books I read, I will never be a perfect mom but I will have to try my best every single day. And no matter how good I think I am and Rob is, we will have to pray with all our heart to God guide her life and her heart to the right path and protect her from all this millions of things we can't control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;And I finally understand that having a baby is the closest way to love someone as God loves us. And finally I Corynthians,13 sounds possible, besides beautiful, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;I will never be able to explain how my love for my Hubby became way deeper and bigger when we finally became a FAMILY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JESSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsT-roVCmI/AAAAAAAAACY/7MIS5mVPmig/s1600-h/jesse+smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840555234101858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsT-roVCmI/AAAAAAAAACY/7MIS5mVPmig/s200/jesse+smiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsUOguAwxI/AAAAAAAAACg/0FKRzVxEL_U/s1600-h/rob,+jesse,+mariana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285840827183055634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsUOguAwxI/AAAAAAAAACg/0FKRzVxEL_U/s200/rob,+jesse,+mariana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsn38M5unI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9ZgY9PWsGc/s1600-h/IMG_1487_edited-1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285862429655939698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsn38M5unI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P9ZgY9PWsGc/s200/IMG_1487_edited-1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsVHVQe3aI/AAAAAAAAACo/Z58Kj82gp0I/s1600-h/Picture+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285841803358952866" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsVHVQe3aI/AAAAAAAAACo/Z58Kj82gp0I/s200/Picture+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;Jesse will finish High School on June of 2009. We are very happy for him and I am very excited for he going to College. Specially now that he decide to take 3 classes of math (wich ones he will receive credit for) after me and Rob get very mad at him and talk without stoping about his crazy idea of not taking math cause he is "Too" tired and he doesn't need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But what really got me very excited was the picture Dede took of him smiling. The first one since I've knowing him (3 years!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;We still not knowing much about his "social" life and dates cause he is still "too cool" to let us know about it. He just told me he hates women (obs: "WOMEN" not girls).When I said "Thanks" he told me I am the coolest (It makes me feel better and think that hopefully I am not part of the hated women's list). Well even hating them he decided to grow a bear so he gets 2 years on age and he can hang out with those awful, hateful, older women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;He loves wakeboarding and snowboarding and he is very good on both sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MARIANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsa4GP2njI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pFbD6Mca0n8/s1600-h/IMG_7009-1_edited-1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285848138701512242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsa4GP2njI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pFbD6Mca0n8/s200/IMG_7009-1_edited-1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVscBYyRl4I/AAAAAAAAADA/-m1bVGlB4JA/s1600-h/12-27-2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285849397808174978" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVscBYyRl4I/AAAAAAAAADA/-m1bVGlB4JA/s200/12-27-2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsh5FNjscI/AAAAAAAAADo/vCMGhMOuzxI/s1600-h/12-2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285855852184711618" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsh5FNjscI/AAAAAAAAADo/vCMGhMOuzxI/s200/12-2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsg339iSrI/AAAAAAAAADg/a0-4j0NWEAs/s1600-h/12-2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsdQ9nt5BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XpYSpJxGAk0/s1600-h/10-22-08-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285850764905669650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsdQ9nt5BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XpYSpJxGAk0/s200/10-22-08-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsct3fmEYI/AAAAAAAAADI/zaiyTRWzbfI/s1600-h/12-27-2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285850161965568386" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsct3fmEYI/AAAAAAAAADI/zaiyTRWzbfI/s200/12-27-2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsfz3b95TI/AAAAAAAAADY/G8n1tTGciW8/s1600-h/11-30-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285853563564451122" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsfz3b95TI/AAAAAAAAADY/G8n1tTGciW8/s200/11-30-08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mariana is growing very fast. Everyday she learns something new and we estimulate and reward her with tons of kisses, hugs and congratulations in all languages. She is very smiley and sweet. She just discovered her feet and doesn't loose the opportunity of holding them. She "talks" a lot and loves been held by her Daddy. They walk all over the house with their heads up looking all around. They have the same expression on their faces when they look at me, it is very funny, but sometimes makes me worry if I will have to deal with 2 Robs! She is starting to roll over and she always pulls her head up trying to get up. I think she is very strong and alert for her age, but I am her mom so what I think doesn't really count cause I will always be amazed for ANYTHING she does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsl-pW_XfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-fPeC767P9g/s1600-h/10-01-08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285860345833807346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsl-pW_XfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-fPeC767P9g/s200/10-01-08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsmWpqMvCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R0ptKISmYwA/s1600-h/12-06-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285860758231235618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsmWpqMvCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/R0ptKISmYwA/s200/12-06-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsiJx9hh9I/AAAAAAAAADw/eEZ7HjLvinU/s1600-h/10-22-08-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285856139074963410" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsiJx9hh9I/AAAAAAAAADw/eEZ7HjLvinU/s200/10-22-08-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She also loves to play with her sweet cousins. Wesley and Chase are so sweet with her, makes me very emotional seen them taking such a good care of their little new cousin. I guess Chase is not sure she is not a boy yet (he always tells me he (Mariana) needs his (her) diaper changed). Maybe Dede is right, maybe he just thinks she is broken cause she does not have a peepee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They are Adorable!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108002813689454695-744482906210872224?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/744482906210872224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2008/12/adeus-ano-velho-feliz-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/744482906210872224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/744482906210872224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2008/12/adeus-ano-velho-feliz-ano-novo.html' title='2008...'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVsNMBw-_xI/AAAAAAAAACI/sJT97msuseY/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108002813689454695.post-1490298341801699328</id><published>2008-12-27T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:32:57.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first time Blogging...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcVMINpBMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPM5gbgH5EI/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284715985849877698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcVMINpBMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPM5gbgH5EI/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though I speak the tongues of men and angels, and have not love, I am nothing" (I Corinthians 13,1-2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I finally decided to sit and start my blog while my baby is sleeping and my hubby is watching tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my christmas gift for myself and our family. I am always showing Rob Dede's, Carin's and Becky's blog and he always tells me that I HAVE to make one so everyone can know about our kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OBS1: He himself NEVER looks at the blogs but he thinks it is just great to have it. OBS2: My writting is still very bad so, probably, I will not be able to express myself half of the time and people will wounder what I mean. But I think it is worth to try it anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;The story behind our christma's card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I should let you know that the pretty card you have received from us wouldn't exist without the help of Mariana's loved aunt Dede. We have received so many compliments about it and I have to follow all of them to Dede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284713343011860786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcSyS39MTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ul0Zb_EdcMU/s320/12-06-08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As you can see, we had a hard time trying to take a good picture of Mariana for the Christma's card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284714733665221154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcUDPdjeiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GVeXrWEJTTw/s320/IMG_9337_email%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the other hand, aunt Dede had no problem at all, as you can see as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, the result was this wonderfull job!!! Which I would love to get the credits for but I can't, since I did absolutely NOTHING else but say "I love it Dede, it is the prettiest card ever!!" Not kidding, it IS the PRETTIEST card EVER!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284726993353426802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcfM2W_x3I/AAAAAAAAABM/5oS3E8wdXc4/s320/christmas+card+2_edited-2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTMAS PARTY! FESTA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284718753237670274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcXtNiTmYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UYoq_H2yuwA/s320/ryan+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;(I had to "still" this picture from Dede's blog because after the party was over I remembered I had took none pictures. Yes, I know, pretty dumb!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time on the 24th on Dede's and Bill's home. It is wonderful having a family to be with, specially when you love them so much, like I do. Christmas is my favorite holiday ever and I can't wait for Mariana grow a little more and enjoy her fun and funny cousins opening gifts and asking me every 5 minutes if she can open her gifts, just like Wesley did (Poor little boy, we made him wait 4 long hours!!! I hope it was worth it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dede was able to take a picture of Jesse smiling for the first time ever!!! Which one I really need to save. We had a very hard time trying to find a nice picture of him to put in our Christmas card. Dede is the best, don't you all agree?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcatph-E_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LRGyG_TxXsk/s1600-h/12-2008+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284722059287335922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcatph-E_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LRGyG_TxXsk/s320/12-2008+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My girly girl and her girly gifts :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcbY7lUl1I/AAAAAAAAABE/xu9wgJE5WhQ/s1600-h/12-2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284722802867607378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcbY7lUl1I/AAAAAAAAABE/xu9wgJE5WhQ/s320/12-2008+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She loves her new toys, and I love her new chair and CDs! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Dede and Kristy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all of you who sent us cards and pictures we love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great time during Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promisse I will try to keep up with this new, fun project :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Renata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108002813689454695-1490298341801699328?l=rrjmryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1490298341801699328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/1490298341801699328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108002813689454695/posts/default/1490298341801699328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrjmryan.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>renata ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446800708697792615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcl_MsHdjI/AAAAAAAAABw/mxbSRlcd2LQ/S220/12-2008+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhEaKQZdy64/SVcVMINpBMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPM5gbgH5EI/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
