<?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-478233714353829257</id><updated>2011-10-16T10:16:18.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CENaia - Turma 19</title><subtitle type='html'>2007/08 - Alunos do 1º ano; 2008/09 - 2º ano; 2010/11 - 4º ano</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-7955896489870713526</id><published>2011-06-14T15:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:28:38.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zanga entre amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma vez a Patrícia chegou a casa suja e a mãe disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ó filha, o que te aconteceu? Estás toda suja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ó mãe, foi o primo João que me sujou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- O que te fez ele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Foi assim: eu estava a brincar no monte quando ele me fez uma rasteira. Depois ameaçou-me. Foi isso que aconteceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois o João foi à casa da Patrícia e disse um palavrão à mãe da Patrícia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- E tu és um inocente? – Inquiriu a mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sim, eu não sou culpado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mãe chamou os pais do João que vieram a casa. O pai pô-lo de castigo a lavar a loiça. Ele ficou triste, foi para a cama e adormeceu. Quando acordou foi cumprir a tarefa. Vestiu-se e fez a cama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Estêvão João &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ficha de Português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Quais são as personagens do texto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- O que disse a mãe da Patrícia ao João?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Concordas com o título do texto? Diz porquê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Assinala com um X a frase correta, de acordo com o texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Ó mãe, foi primo João. □&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Ó mãe, foi o tio Gil. □&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Ó mãe, foi o mano. □&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &amp;nbsp;Imagina que és a Patrícia, o que fazias no teu caso? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data: ___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Nome: __________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-7955896489870713526?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/7955896489870713526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=7955896489870713526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/7955896489870713526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/7955896489870713526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2011/06/zanga-entre-amigos.html' title='Zanga entre amigos'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-6856283175343516084</id><published>2011-03-24T12:30:00.068Z</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:28:59.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Centro Social Padre David de Oliveira Martins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Situado na freguesia de Ruílhe, concelho de Braga, o Centro Social Padre David de Oliveira Martins tem os seguites serviços de atendimento: um Lar de Idosos, com cerca de 50 pessoas; um ATL (Actividades de Tempos Livres) para crianças entre os 6 e os10 anos;&amp;nbsp;um Lar de&amp;nbsp;Infância e Juventude&amp;nbsp; que albrega cerca de 70 criança;&amp;nbsp;uma&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Creche (até aos 3 anos), frequentada por 35 crianças; um Jardim de Infância&amp;nbsp;(3 aos 6anos) com 50 crianças;&amp;nbsp;um CAT&amp;nbsp;(Centro de Acolhimento Temporário), com 15 crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estêvão João&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-6856283175343516084?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/6856283175343516084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=6856283175343516084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/6856283175343516084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/6856283175343516084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2011/03/centro-social-padre-david-de-oliveira.html' title='Centro Social Padre David de Oliveira Martins'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-2163709165490661341</id><published>2011-01-27T12:29:00.354Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:07:53.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Ovos Misteriosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma galinha vivia numa capoeira e, dia após dia, punha um ovo, mas a sua dona todos os dias ia buscá-los. A galinha não gostava que lhos tirassem, por isso decidiu fugir. Um dia, quando a dona veio com a cesta para guardar os ovos, ao abrir a porta, ela fugiu sem que a vissem e foi ter a uma floresta. Quando lá chegou, fez logo um ninho com folhas secas, lã, penugem e farrapos velhos. Antes de começar a chocar os ovos foi procurar comida para se alimentar porque sabia que ia ficar sem apetite. Enquanto se alimentava, passaram perto do ninho alguns animais: o papagaio, a serpente, o crocodilo e a avestruz. Ao verem o ninho tão bem feito, aproveitaram logo para lá porem um ovo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a galinha chegou, ao ver os ovos, ficou espantada com a surpresa, no ninho havia ovos de todas as cores. Pensou deitá-los fora, mas decidiu&amp;nbsp;ficar com eles. Entrou no ninho e começou a chocá-los. Muitos dias depois, começa a estalar um ovo e, passado alguns momentos, saiu de dentro um papagaio. A galinha achou muito estranho e ainda pensava que filho era aquele quando nasce outro filho misterioso, uma serpente. Uns dias mais tarde, estalam outros ovos e outros animais nascem: um crocodilo, uma avestruz e um pinto.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a galinha ia passear com os filhos o papagaio voava e ela não sabia voar, o crocodilo ia para a água e ela não sabia nadar, a serpente metia-se nos buracos e ela era grande de mais, a avestruz comia tudo o que encontrava e, finalmente, há um pinto que era muito bem comportado.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, o pinto, já bastante crescido, foi sozinho para o meio da floresta. Andava ele a encher o papo, quando apareceu um rapaz que decidiu apanhar o frango para assar. Não conseguiu porque os irmãos foram em sua ajuda. No fim a mãe fez um bolo e cantaram uma música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Conto baseado em Os Ovos Misteriosos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;de Luísa Ducla Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estêvão João&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e1bf707bd60bd27" 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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e1bf707bd60bd27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330052459%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D46B89A99D0CFCA191F0B2304F32369103F65FA.36BD9FE4F72EEBA5C52683B206BB56416FD4D28D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e1bf707bd60bd27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIQwaWTamtLSv0tz3bhMFI0n-6tM&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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e1bf707bd60bd27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330052459%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D46B89A99D0CFCA191F0B2304F32369103F65FA.36BD9FE4F72EEBA5C52683B206BB56416FD4D28D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e1bf707bd60bd27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIQwaWTamtLSv0tz3bhMFI0n-6tM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-2163709165490661341?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/2163709165490661341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=2163709165490661341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/2163709165490661341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/2163709165490661341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2011/01/os-ovos-misteriosos.html' title='Os Ovos Misteriosos'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-1474561479465966676</id><published>2011-01-13T12:08:00.024Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:05:55.332Z</updated><title type='text'>O Pinheiro Aventureiro e a Andorinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Havia um pinheirinho que vivia com os seus companheiros numa serra. Ele não queria ficar ali amarrado, sempre preso ao chão. Ao ver andorinhas a voar, pensava voar como elas. Certo dia, ao acordar, viu uma andorinha nos seus ramos e decidiu conversar com ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Olá andorinha, como te chamas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Olá pinheirinho, bom dia. Vou tomar o meu pequeno almoço e vou viajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Como eu desejava poder voar e viajar contigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- E podes. Eu gostava de ter companhia nas minhas viagens. Ando sempre sozinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Isso não é possível. Tenho muitos pés e tão enterrados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Puxa-te para cima e pede ajuda ao vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O pinheirinho pensou no que a andorinha disse e decidiu aceitar a sua proposta. Começou a puxar-se para cima... a puxar-se, mas não conseguia. Entretanto começou a passar um vento, cada vez mais forte, e o pinheirinho continuava a fazer força. Foi então que decidiu pedir ajuda ao vento. O vento ouviu o pedido do pinheirinho, achou muito estranho, mas decidiu ajudar. Começou a soprar com muita força, e então, de repente, a terra começou a subir, as raízes a saírem, e aí vai o pinheirinho a voar. A andorinha estava a observar e quando viu o pinheirinho a voar ficou muito feliz. Foi logo juntar-se a ele para viajarem os dois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Percorreram o mundo inteiro, viram coisas magníficas, até que um dia, cansados de tanto viajarem, resolveram aterrar. O pinheirinho escolheu o jardim de uma escola para aí morar porque aí havia muita vida. A andorinha também fixou aí a sua residência. Construiu o seu ninho no pinheirinho e teve aí os seus filhos. Os meninos da escola ficaram muito amigos do pinheirinho e das andorinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Baseado no livro "O Pinheiro Aventureiro",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;de Renata Gil e Raquel Pinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Edições Nova Gaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estêvão João&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m0jOgx4CafE" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-1474561479465966676?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/1474561479465966676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=1474561479465966676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/1474561479465966676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/1474561479465966676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-pinheiro-aventureiro-e-andorinha.html' title='O Pinheiro Aventureiro e a Andorinha'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m0jOgx4CafE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-463072955758723234</id><published>2010-11-30T14:43:00.027Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:38:05.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Qual é o meu nome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u gosto muito de brin&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;, mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;empre que entro na s&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 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I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Construir um mapa semântico a partir do texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303798956291573218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZrhDM3YxeI/AAAAAAAAChs/uaFK8Jgz3uo/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-1849907199495993675?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/1849907199495993675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=1849907199495993675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/1849907199495993675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/1849907199495993675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-longe-e-o-perto.html' title='O longe e o perto'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SZrhDM3YxeI/AAAAAAAAChs/uaFK8Jgz3uo/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-2407619746472000576</id><published>2008-11-11T10:26:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:08:59.489Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de S. Martinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Experimentar múltiplas situações que despertem e desenvolvam o gosto pela Língua escrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actividades:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vamos procurar a palavra certa (Lenda de S. Martinho )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Martinho era um __________ que regressava a casa. Pela estrada fora no seu ___________ a galope, pensava em sua ______ que o esperava com ____________ em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A certa altura surgiu um _________, cheio de frio e muito___________ que pedia ________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Martinho, desmontou do cavalo, pegou na _______, cortou a ________ que trazia às suas costas e deu __________ ao pobre para se __________ dando assim alegria ao velho infeliz, e continuou o seu caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passados uns instantes __________ no céu um _________ maravilhoso. O ar começou a ficar quente e até parecia que era __________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STcfKPoXjqI/AAAAAAAACAM/Z1GLQrm5eV4/s1600-h/slide0017_image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275719749342826146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STcfKPoXjqI/AAAAAAAACAM/Z1GLQrm5eV4/s400/slide0017_image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PALAVRAS:&lt;/strong&gt; Verão - ansiedade - pobrezinho - espada - metade - mãe - magrinho - capa - agasalhar - cavaleiro - sol - apareceu - cavalo - esmola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-2407619746472000576?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/2407619746472000576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=2407619746472000576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/2407619746472000576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/2407619746472000576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-de-s-martinho.html' title='Dia de S. Martinho'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/STcfKPoXjqI/AAAAAAAACAM/Z1GLQrm5eV4/s72-c/slide0017_image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-4582427450769792008</id><published>2008-11-04T10:10:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:30:04.492Z</updated><title type='text'>A Lebre e a Tartaruga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apresentação da história "A lebre e a tartaruga". Reconto pelos alunos. Distribuição da turma em cinco grupos e, cada grupo, escreve parte da história. Recomposição da história e colocação no blogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;textos dos grupos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q_kb7j9KJQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q_kb7j9KJQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Queres ver a mesma história contada pelos colegas de outra turma?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://max0708t22.blogspot.com/2008/01/lebre-e-tartaruga.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-4582427450769792008?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/4582427450769792008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=4582427450769792008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4582427450769792008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4582427450769792008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/11/lebre-e-tartaruga.html' title='A Lebre e a Tartaruga'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-772634039645360643</id><published>2008-09-30T10:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:40:24.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso à Escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participar em múltiplas situações que desenvolvam o convívio e o gosto pela escrita e pela leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fazer o registo do primeiro dia de aulas e intregrá-lo em circuitos comunicativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começaram as aulas no dia 12 de Setembro com um dia muito diferente. Logo pela manhã foi uma alegria reencontrar os nossos colegas. Quando fomos para a sala tivemos grandes surpresas, a sala era outra e tínhamos colegas novas, bonitas e simpáticas. No fim da manhã fomos presenteados com um balão e um chupa que nos soube muito bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251738422464968226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SOHsRTRLdiI/AAAAAAAABLQ/D3Xk8twuPF0/s400/painel2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SOHsaQzySRI/AAAAAAAABLY/AD3cVV2-xBw/s1600-h/painel1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251738576423635218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SOHsaQzySRI/AAAAAAAABLY/AD3cVV2-xBw/s400/painel1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SOHr4bJsxjI/AAAAAAAABLI/0yrSnzUDDjc/s1600-h/painel3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251737995084351026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SOHr4bJsxjI/AAAAAAAABLI/0yrSnzUDDjc/s400/painel3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-772634039645360643?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/772634039645360643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=772634039645360643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/772634039645360643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/772634039645360643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/09/nn.html' title='Regresso à Escola'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SOHsRTRLdiI/AAAAAAAABLQ/D3Xk8twuPF0/s72-c/painel2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-4515383162828999993</id><published>2008-06-23T00:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:19.665Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Óculos para a Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ouvir ler histórias e livros de extensão e complexidade progressivamente alargadas que correspondam aos interesses dos alunos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recontar e explorar o Livro "Os Óculos para a Rita " de Luísa Ducla Soares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa professora leu-nos um livro muito bonito,que falava de uma menina chamada Rita. Ela calcava as formigas e copiava as palavras do quadro com erros.&lt;br /&gt;Nós pensávamos que era má e muito distraída. Quando a história chegou ao fim, soubemos que a Rita afinal via mal. Teve que usar óculos, porque não via as coisas pequeninas, nem para o quadro da sala de aula. Ela foi ao &lt;a href="http://www.infopedia.pt/diciope.jsp?dicio=0&amp;amp;op=DefExpoente&amp;amp;Entrada=oftalmologista&amp;amp;Expoente=0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oftalmologista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que é o médico dos olhos e ficou tudo resolvido...&lt;br /&gt;A história é muito, muito linda. Chama-se &lt;em&gt;Os óculos para a Rita&lt;/em&gt;, da escritora &lt;a href="http://www.nonio.uminho.pt/netescrita/pt/autores/bio_luisa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luísa Ducla Soares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois fizemos um &lt;a href="http://www.nonio.uminho.pt/netescrita/pt/desafios/questionarios/oculos.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;desafio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no computador da professora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peçam aos vossos pais e professores para vos lerem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não se esqueçam que os livros são os nossos melhores amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Relato da Gabriela&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214847829850243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SF7ceMfwwkI/AAAAAAAABCU/JRv_mmxx_9w/s320/000175_000175_oculosrita003b.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-4515383162828999993?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/4515383162828999993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=4515383162828999993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4515383162828999993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4515383162828999993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/06/os-culos-para-rita.html' title='Os Óculos para a Rita'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SF7ceMfwwkI/AAAAAAAABCU/JRv_mmxx_9w/s72-c/000175_000175_oculosrita003b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-3790800299319207316</id><published>2008-06-11T09:49:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:45:07.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Giroflé Giroflá da Naia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Descobrir elementos comuns a várias palavras (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adaptar a letra da canção "Giroflé Giroflá" e ensaio com vista ao encerramento do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0tQaVh9phms&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0tQaVh9phms&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fui p'ra escola da Naia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflá.&lt;br /&gt;Fui p'ra escola da Naia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, flé, flá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que foste lá fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflá.&lt;br /&gt;O que foste lá fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, flé, flá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui aprender a escrever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflá.&lt;br /&gt;A escrever e a ler,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, flé, flá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também aprendi os números,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflá.&lt;br /&gt;A juntar e a tirar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, flé, flá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muita &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt;nte na escola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflá.&lt;br /&gt;Professores e Auxiliares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, flé, flá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pré e as Educadoras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflá.&lt;br /&gt;E todos os meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, flé, flá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus escola querida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflá.&lt;br /&gt;Até p'ro ano que vem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;roflé, flé, flá! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-3790800299319207316?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/3790800299319207316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=3790800299319207316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/3790800299319207316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/3790800299319207316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/06/girofl-girofl-fui-pra-escola-da-naia.html' title='Giroflé Giroflá da Naia'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-9073857394778128109</id><published>2008-05-25T19:47:00.031+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:20.257Z</updated><title type='text'>Histórias e Cantigas Divertidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Experimentar múltiplas situações que despertem e desenvolvam o gosto pela Língua escrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Visitar a Biblioteca Lúcio Craveiro da Silva e noticiar os acontecimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 14 de Maio, a nossa turma foi à &lt;a href="http://www.blcs.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Biblioteca Lúcio Craveiro da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A ida para lá foi de autocarro até à escola &lt;a href="http://oc0708.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EB1 de Maximinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, o resto do caminho foi a pé.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegámos fomos para a sala infantil. À nossa espera estava um senhor muito simpático, de cabelos brancos chamado António Castanheira. Esse senhor além de ser professor, também é contador de histórias. Nós fizemos-lhe uma pequena entrevista e ficámos a saber coisas sobre ele. Depois contou-nos as histórias de "&lt;a href="http://ebemoniz.prof2000.pt/projectos/9A/macaco/historia2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Macaco de Rabo Cortado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", "O Guitarrista" e "O Leão, o &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/itic/1998_1999/quinta2/bode.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/itic/1998_1999/quinta2/quinta.htm&amp;amp;h=333&amp;amp;w=363&amp;amp;sz=7&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=DwC3QTkMrAgsRM:&amp;amp;tbnh=111&amp;amp;tbnw=121&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3D%2Bbode%2B%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26cr%3DcountryPT%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e o Gato" e ensinou-nos canções muito giras de animais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi muito divertido e esperamos lá voltar brevemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDm6rY2uhrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ywPsaPRidcQ/s1600-h/Imagem005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204396098972452530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="176" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDm6rY2uhrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ywPsaPRidcQ/s320/Imagem005.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDm7BI2uhsI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jv1IL-hmxlI/s1600-h/Imagem007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204396472634607298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="289" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDm7BI2uhsI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jv1IL-hmxlI/s320/Imagem007.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" width="328" height="94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/b24170a6-29a9-448a-bc0a-381feab43660&amp;amp;theName=Entrevista a Castanheira&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" bgcolor="#000" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Entrevista a António Castanheira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/478233714353829257-9073857394778128109?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/9073857394778128109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=9073857394778128109' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/9073857394778128109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/9073857394778128109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/05/histrias-e-cantigas-divertidas.html' title='Histórias e Cantigas Divertidas'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDm6rY2uhrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/ywPsaPRidcQ/s72-c/Imagem005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-738463878310862370</id><published>2008-04-30T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:20.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Construir novos textos com expressões ou palavras já registadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No dia 23 de Abril, Dia Mundial do Livro, a professora falou-nos sobre os livros. Depois, nós escrevemos algumas frases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194962988487432962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBg3UF4YWwI/AAAAAAAAA0I/gvTyVSRN5T0/s320/livro++xana+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Os livros ajudam a sonhar…&lt;br /&gt;Temos que tratar bem os livros.&lt;br /&gt;Os livros contam histórias.&lt;br /&gt;Adoramos ler livros.&lt;br /&gt;Os livros são nossos amigos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1nwf5ohyI1I&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-738463878310862370?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/738463878310862370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=738463878310862370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/738463878310862370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/738463878310862370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia-mundial-do-livro.html' title='Dia Mundial do Livro'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBg3UF4YWwI/AAAAAAAAA0I/gvTyVSRN5T0/s72-c/livro++xana+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-4937051684783419721</id><published>2008-04-23T10:23:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:21.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Adoramos Plantas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participar em múltiplas situações que desenvolvam o convívio e o gosto pela escrita e pela leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Registar a actividade "semear plantas" hoje realizada, para que não esqueça e para dar a conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192370653601749442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SA8BmV4YWcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3VmNQ823ZLg/s200/xana6.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;Nós, os alunos do 1.º Ano da turma 19 do Centro Escolar da Naia, semeámos sementes de plantas nos pneus que estão no pátio da nossa sala.&lt;br /&gt;Como fizemos?&lt;br /&gt;1.º - Colocámos um pouco de terra nos pneus.&lt;br /&gt;2.º - Deitámos água.&lt;br /&gt;3.º - Semeámos as sementes de dálias, perpétuas brancas e ciclames.&lt;br /&gt;4.º - Tapámos as sementes com estrume.&lt;br /&gt;5.º - Deitámos mais terra e regámos.&lt;br /&gt;6.º - Colocámos uns pauzinhos com os nomes das sementes que semeámos e a data e&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SA8B8l4YWdI/AAAAAAAAAxg/gflopBCC0Fc/s1600-h/xana7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192371035853838802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SA8B8l4YWdI/AAAAAAAAAxg/gflopBCC0Fc/s200/xana7.JPG" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m que o fizemos.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos regar todos os dias e esperar que as nossas plantinhas nasçam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192371375156255202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SA8CQV4YWeI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jmehk0KqdC0/s400/xana9.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uns tempos depois, em 19 de Maio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olá... Aqui estamos com novidades das nossas plantinhas. Já passou um mês, ainda não temos flores, mas já nasceram as plantas. Ora vejam. Quando nascerem as flores daremos notícias. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204399715334915810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SDm9942uhuI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/LDL6NNPtfCk/s320/Imagem001.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aqui estámos nós de novo com novidades. As nossas plantas estão cada vez maiores, ficamos muito surpreendidos pois nasceu a planta que dá o &lt;a href="http://www2.correioweb.com.br/hotsites/alimentos/chuchu/alimentos.htm"&gt;chuchu&lt;/a&gt;. É uma planta rasteira, mas com umas folhas grandes.Talvez alguma semente que veio com a terra. Vamos ver se dá fruto. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-4937051684783419721?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/4937051684783419721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=4937051684783419721' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4937051684783419721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4937051684783419721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/04/adoramos-plantas.html' title='Adoramos Plantas'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SA8BmV4YWcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/3VmNQ823ZLg/s72-c/xana6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-8941839617783443380</id><published>2008-04-16T10:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:21.225Z</updated><title type='text'>A Visita do Zé Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Praticar o aperfeiçoamento de textos, em grupos, e integrá-los em circuitos comunicativos, a partir de palavras ou de imagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrever frases relativas à "apresentação" do filho da AAE Zulmira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189771241764027810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAXFcqLh_aI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ikqQg7008zs/s320/xan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoje recebemos a visita do bebé que estava dentro da barriga da nossa Auxiliar Zulmira. O bebé nasceu no dia 3 de Março, ele chama-se José Pedro e é muito querido, fofinho e frágil.&lt;br /&gt;Gostamos muito do bebé Zé Pedro e queremos mais visitas dele. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-8941839617783443380?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/8941839617783443380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=8941839617783443380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/8941839617783443380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/8941839617783443380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-nosso-amigo-nasceu.html' title='A Visita do Zé Pedro'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SAXFcqLh_aI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ikqQg7008zs/s72-c/xan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-4781318638940520749</id><published>2008-04-09T10:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:22.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Como trabalhar a atenção/concentração?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reter informações a partir de um enunciado oral; Transpor enunciados orais para outras formas de expressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Registar, através do desenho, a informação contida num pequeno texto lido pela professora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Texto apresentado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"O Quinito habita numa casa com quatro janelas e uma porta. O telhado da casa é vermelho e a casa amarela. O jardim tem três laranjeiras com seis laranjas cada uma e uma dezena de flores. O Quinito está a brincar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alguns trabalhos apresentados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187174360757483410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_yLmSj2t5I/AAAAAAAAArM/E62Rml9Z2AU/s320/alexandra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187174249088333698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_yLfyj2t4I/AAAAAAAAArE/6_tF5uMMFq0/s320/alexandra2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187174098764478322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_yLXCj2t3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/7sa5AsBeKAQ/s320/alexandra3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187173978505394018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_yLQCj2t2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/g-HhgsM-t2w/s320/Alexandra4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-4781318638940520749?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/4781318638940520749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=4781318638940520749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4781318638940520749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4781318638940520749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/04/nn.html' title='Como trabalhar a atenção/concentração?'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_yLmSj2t5I/AAAAAAAAArM/E62Rml9Z2AU/s72-c/alexandra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-4002094462535618204</id><published>2008-04-08T18:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:22.270Z</updated><title type='text'>O queijo é bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Produzir frases escritas por iniciativa própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; Escrever frases, partindo das palavras ocorridas sobre o tema e registadas de forma colectiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187173128101869394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_yKeij2t1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/PBLYMJ5_hRs/s320/alexandra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- O queijo é feito de leite.&lt;br /&gt;- O queijo é de comer.&lt;br /&gt;- O queijo tem casca vermelha.&lt;br /&gt;- O queijo é amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;- O queijo tem vitaminas.&lt;br /&gt;- O queijo é bom.&lt;br /&gt;-O queijo é delicioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIuDNMqaSc4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIuDNMqaSc4&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="225" height="155"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Queres ver trabalhos dos teus colegas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://max0708t21.blogspot.com/2008/04/pscoa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://max0708t22.blogspot.com/2008/04/frias-da-pscoa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-4002094462535618204?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/4002094462535618204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=4002094462535618204' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4002094462535618204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/4002094462535618204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-queijo-bom.html' title='O queijo é bom'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_yKeij2t1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/PBLYMJ5_hRs/s72-c/alexandra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-6978830812706150614</id><published>2007-10-30T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:22.534Z</updated><title type='text'>A Carochinha e o João Ratão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ouvir ler histórias e livros de extensão e complexidade progressivamente alargadas que correspondam aos interesses dos alunos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Identificar elementos comuns a várias palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez uma linda &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://apaissjoao.home.sapo.pt/images/carocha.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://sol.sapo.pt/blogs/zerozero/archive/2007/02/11/A-h.aspx&amp;amp;h=210&amp;amp;w=310&amp;amp;sz=28&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;sig2=uKNRR_ytYpmyCVpACHwppA&amp;amp;tbnid=TuEawOotbifTKM:&amp;amp;tbnh=79&amp;amp;tbnw=117&amp;amp;ei=LkonR7mlJ4qgwAGX0-lF&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcarochina%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carochinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, que encontrou uma moeda de ouro enquanto varria a cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Com o dinheiro, foi comprar uns brincos, um colar e um anel, pôs-se à janela e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Quem quer casar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Passou um &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=galo&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;galo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e respondeu: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/RydImrXCTaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rw2cLDM_96o/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127146530096172450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/RydImrXCTaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rw2cLDM_96o/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quero eu!&lt;br /&gt;- Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou o galo Ivo e faço qui... qui... ri…qui... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i i i&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não gosto de ti porque tens uma voz muito fraquinha.&lt;br /&gt;A Carochinha voltou a perguntar: &lt;br /&gt;- Quem quer casar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Passou um &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=gato&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Quero eu!&lt;br /&gt;- Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou o Ulisses e digo miau… miau…&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u u u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não gosto de ti porque tens uma voz muito fina.&lt;br /&gt;A Carochinha voltou a perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;- Quem quer casar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Passou um &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=pato&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Quero eu!&lt;br /&gt;- Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Sou o patolas Aguiar e faço quá... quá... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;á á á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não gosto de ti porque tens uma voz estridente.&lt;br /&gt;A Carochinha já a ficar desanimada voltou a perguntar&lt;br /&gt;- Quem quer casar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Passou um &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=burro&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=60&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;burro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Quero eu!&lt;br /&gt;- Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou o burrito Olavo e digo i … ó i… &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ó ó ó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Eu não gosto de ti porque gritas muito.&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez a Carochinha perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Quem quer casar comigo que sou rica e bonitinha?&lt;br /&gt;Passou um &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;q=carneiro&amp;amp;btnG=Procurar+imagens"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;carneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Quero eu!&lt;br /&gt;- Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou o Edgar e faço meeé…&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;é é é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa mas não me agrada a tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;Cansada a Carochinha disse que seria a última vez:&lt;br /&gt;- Quem quer casar comigo que sou rica e bonitinha?&lt;br /&gt;Passou um Rato e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Quero eu!&lt;br /&gt;- Como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Chamo-me &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=jo%C3%A3o+rat%C3%A3o&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;João Ratão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu sim, és pequenino e fofinho, quero casar contigo!&lt;br /&gt;A Carochinha e o João Ratão casaram e foram muito felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, certo dia, a Carochinha disse ao João Ratão que estava na hora de ir à missa.&lt;br /&gt;O João Ratão, que era muito guloso, disse que não podia ir porque estava doente.&lt;br /&gt;A Carochinha, que fazia a refeição, disse-lhe então que não mexesse no caldeirão.&lt;br /&gt;Depois da Carochinha sair, logo o João Ratão foi espreitar o caldeirão.&lt;br /&gt;Espreitou, espreitou e trum, queimou o rabo e deu um grande trambolhão no &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?q=caldeir%C3%A3o&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;ndsp=20&amp;amp;svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sa=N"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;caldeirão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478233714353829257-6978830812706150614?l=nai0708t19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/feeds/6978830812706150614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478233714353829257&amp;postID=6978830812706150614' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/6978830812706150614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478233714353829257/posts/default/6978830812706150614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nai0708t19.blogspot.com/2007/10/carochinha-e-o-joo-rato.html' title='A Carochinha e o João Ratão'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/RydImrXCTaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rw2cLDM_96o/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478233714353829257.post-627438538747102989</id><published>2007-10-05T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:47:23.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Inauguração do Centro Escolar da Naia - 24 de Setembro de 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R87r5eRE5aI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fgaQtIiff4c/s1600-h/Palmira1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174332394505037218" style="DISPLAY: block; 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