Holiday log part 3: Woods

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes- akchewly sor an episode that I hadeent seen befor!!
  
• Tesco: no, an weer owt ov cow-joose- they hav startid to yews the UHT stuff. I think I shall hide it....
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 6.639762/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wen they sed we wer goin to the New Forest, I thort it wud be wun big wood, a reelly big thik dark wood. I thort that waz wat a forest was. Do yu? Well no, it issent! It's woods in sum playses, but also fields calld heathland. This meens fields that ar scruffy.

There wer also fields calld mire, wich means bogland. HAHAHAA. Peepol in the USA mite not kno but BOG is a slang nayme for a toylet! HAHAHA! BOGland! Well I thort it waz funny, anyway!

This is a bit ov BOGland. The lumps ar all mossy an bownsy. Daddy is bownsin across them. Akchewly, this is the ferst time I hav put a foto ov Daddy on the blog. As he is a teecher, he is a bit shy ov havin his pikcher on a blog, in cayse eny ov the herd ov 7 an 8 year olds he teeches see him. Hehee. Ah, don't worry Daddy, yor ownly small in this wun!

We took this pic dewrin a long walk. Heer ar sum mor pic's, from the woody part ov the walk:

Spot the Daddy:

This wun waz the biggest in the forest. It's a big Sekkoya tree, from North Amerryka. I tuk this pikcher from underneeth it. The bark issent hard like uther trees, it's soft an squidgy an warm!:Mummy liket it too:I deesydid to giv it a littol help to keep it the tallest:Heer's sum mor big wuns. Spot the Daddy agen:

Heer he is!!I fownd a nice big cone for a sooveneer. Mummy sed it waz ok to keep this wun coz all the seeds had gon. It's enormuss. I bet sum ov my doggy frends wud like to giv it a chew.We did a few big walks. On the longest we stopt fer a rest at a log an drank tea from a flarsk. That's our map in frunt ov us. Notiss Sam haz got my coat on!!!

Sum peepol preferd not to walk! I don't kno the laydy's nayme but the horsey waz calld Mulberry. I like his fluffy feet.

A few mor intrestin things...

This is a World War II bomb crater. I bet the frogs rownd heer like it.

Sum ov the trees had enormuss roots! Heer is Daddy agen. If yu dident kno the roots wer hewge, he'd be like a wee leprecorn.A New Forest robin!This berd is calld a Tree-Creeper cos he creeps rownd trees like a mowse.Just wun mor ov sum trees!

I luv walks in the woods, I do! I jus wish it had been warm enuff for us Bears to hav a piknik! As it waz, the sum waz shyny but it waz still chilly. Wen we got bak to the Bed An Brekfast playse, we all sat rownd the fire to warm our toze....

Next time I'll tell yu bowt sum speshol playses I vizitid. (Meenwile, Dilly has bloggd abowt the Reptile playse we vizited, if yu want to hav a look!)

Bye fer now!

25 fotoze for the 25th of Deesember

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: no: weekend off fer good bahyavior.
• Simpsons: yes: a brillyent "Lisa is best out ov evrywun" episode.
• Tesco: no, an she sneekt off to Saynsbury's agen, an then insultid The Bear's immense intellygense by pertendin she haddent been enyware. Huh.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 8.5/10
• Weekend Score: 8, on accownt ov that Simpsons episode. Wish I'd recordid it! /10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

An thankyew fer yor payshunse. It haz tayken a long time to get Blogger to upload eny fotoze at all, let alone all the wuns I want to show yu! In the end I drayped the compewter box wiv lots ov pants an, arfter a few encurridging kicks, it gayve in an admittid that I waz boss ov it.

So. Heer we go then. My foto-jernol ov Crismoss Day.....

The tree sort ov recuvverd from the munching aphids, but endid up a bit thinner. Never mind. We jus threw mor an mor stuff on it till yu cuddent see all the gaps. This is errly Crismoss mornin....

This is the Crib that Mummy mayde, owt ov clay....Wen we cayme downstairs we fownd our soks an pressies....

This waz my sok:

This is wun ov my fayvrit pressies, a Poo chart! I shall do a post all abowt this layter, by speshol reekwest ov Stanley!

I also got sum speshol Spy Pens an sum choklit Peanuts!

This waz Dilly's sock:

She got a new ribbon, a Freddo Frog bar, a pink wind-up bug. But her fayvrit pressie is a "pwinsessy sofa-bed". It lifts up an she puts all her stuff in the bottom ov it, wich meens bows, mostly, reelly. It's very pink (urrrgh) but it keeps her owt ov my way!

Sam got a pullover an a hat:

He luvs his "Beanie Hat". He thinks it maykes him look cool. He keeps yewsin werds like 'dood' an 'hangin'. As in, "Whare's my tea hangin, dood?" an then he trys to mayke his paws clik.

The Windowsill Bear Familee got sum Bear gingerbred. There wer three bits, in the shape ov a big Daddy Bear, a meedium Mummy Bear, an a littol Baby Bear. LBBBJ waz a bit mift at the size ov the smallist. Dilly staulked the bow.

Mulligan Tyre Bear got a Hunny Stik an kwikly hid it from LBBBJ.

Grayum got the jumper an soks he wontid...

He has worn it ever sinse, exsept I did mayke him tayke it off wen Gillingham playd Nottingham Forest the next day (full nayme: 'Nottin-scum Forest-not-fit-for-a-Bear-to-poo-in') as it looks a bit like their kit. Speshly wiv that tree on it.

Ov all the pressies Daddy got, our fayvrit waz a box ov mini choklit bars. They wer mor our size, reelly!

I got this bloo hoodie fer Crismoss too!

Amung Mummy's pressies waz this new bag. Heer I am tryin it owt fer size. I like the culler. Not shor abowt that flower tho.

We broke off pressie openin for a wile wen Mummy spottid a Bob-Robin in the gardin. He lookt like he cuddent fly. He sat on the grarss fer a long time so Mummy went owt to arsk if he waz allrite. He let her pik him up. She sed his wings wer ok, but his tayle waz a bit floppy. So she brort him in...

Me, Daddy an Granny put him in a box an drove him to a Mergensy Anmol Hopsikol neer our howse. A laydy opend the door an sed, "Oh! A robin! An on Crissmoss Day!" an took him in.

(Mummy waz worreed bowt him, but rang them a few days layter an they sed he waz ok. They sed he waz littol an they had to wayte fer his new tayle fethers to grow bak befor he goze owt to play agen. They wer feedin him werms.)

As well as Granny, my Unkol David an Arnty Stephanie cayme, an brort my cuzzins Alex an Dominic. Heer they ar, playin wiv Granny.

Mummy cookt.....

Turkey!

There waz lots ov food...

...tho Grayum preferd to sniff owt a few simpol Beary snaks.

It's apparently a big compliment to the cook wen all yor gests ar comatose on the sofa arfter dinner!

We Bears rowndid off the day wiv a good Bedtime reed! (Hey! Grayum's warin Sam's Beanie Hat!)

Tomorro I'll tell yu abowt wen we went to Granny's howse an took the massarge chair wiv us for the Sheppey Bears to try out!

Bye fer now!

Is it Crismoss or issent it?

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: LBBBJ climbed up my bak an tryd to get me over the top ov my hed, but he wassent kwik enuff an I got him ferst, then did a bak-flip an appeerd behind him befor he eevn got down, got him agen befor he notist, an so invoke the 250% rool: 25/10
• Day Score:7.9364/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I got into such a grayte sleep on Munday nite that wen I woke up yestaday I thort it mus be Crismoss!

My ferst poynt ov confewzhon waz corzed by Daddy, reelly. He bilt a new wardrobe at the weekend an hassent kwite finisht transferrin all his cloves into it: there is a dror full of pants (wa-heyy) under the bed an a dror full ov sox jus sort ov moochin abowt the room. Hense, I awoke from a deep sleep an wat did I see at the foot ov my bed? Sox! So I thort, "My, my, yung Bob, I do beleev that Farther Crismoss has been in the nite alreddy, an yu diden't rite him a letter. Oh deer!" So I waz kwite relleeevd to discuver that this waz not the cayse.

BUT THEN!

Mummy opend the post an got our ferst Crismoss card!

IT'S TROO! Heer it is:

If yu arsk me, this robin duzzent look at all happy abowt havin to pose so errly fer this card.

On closer look we diskuverd that it is waz from the RSPB. Theez ar peepol hoo like berds an try to stop peepol hertin them. Like, if sumwun thinks, "Oo look at that berd's nest: I think I mite like that fer a hat." then the RSPB go arfter them an giv them a slap.

ENYWAY. They send us catalogs eech yeer an yewzerlly giv us a SAMPOL card to get us to think "MY, that is a good card; I think I shall buy another 2 so Dilly can send wun to all her frends" but we never do. We jus yews that wun fer sumwun we don't reelly like, like Mummy's stepmother, or sumwun else hoo smells a bit odd. (Bit like an old armchare that's been left owtside fer the cowncil to pik up an tayke to the dump, but they dident tern up, an then the local strays mayde a home in it, till it got wet in the rayne, then they jus sprayd it an went off in a huff.)

BUT this yeer we carnt cos they'v ritten this inside:

Foiled! And so yu see, this IS our ferst Crismoss card TO US.
I am goin to send this bak to the RSPB an tell them that I think it is a tad rood that they jus sined it "from all at the" an I want it personally sined, pleez, by evrybody, an the berds as well.

There. That shud keep them bizzy till Deesember, then they can send it agen. Proply.

Bye fer now!