Ahhhh............... Dorothy!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: No
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 1 (Hehe. I let Dorothy win!!) /10
• Overall Score: 9.9/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Yesterday waz grayte!!!

Me an Daddy went to London an met up wiv my Arnty Anna an her famly. They hav come over to London for a few days. Heer's me, reddy to go. Phytheas's mum mayde me this satchell. It's cool, issent it?We drove harfway to London then got a train to meet Arnty Anna. At ferst we all went to a big park ware we fed skwirrols.

In the park: Arnty Anna wiv my cuzins Kevin an William an Yolanda, hoo is showin Dorothy sumthing up a tree. I think. Unkol Alvaro waz thare too, but he kept owt ov the pikchers becos he is goin bald. Hehee. [Cheeky Bear!]

Thare wer big lakes in the park too, wiv lots ov goosies on them:

Heer's me an Dorothy taykin a ride in my cuzin William's hood.
We had sum grayte chattin wile we wer in thare!

Dorothy told me abowt whare sheez been travlin:
Arfter her stay wiv us in the summer, she went to stay wiv my Arnty Fiona in Edinburgh. She took her all the way to Cornwall on hollyday!

Arfter Arnty Fiona, Dorothy went to stay wiv a laydy hoo werks in the Scottish Parliament. She had fotoes taken on the boss's chair in the parliament bildin! The laydy sneekt in wiv her wen all the uther MP's wer owt!! How's that for a cheeky Bear! Hehe!

Then she went to EuroDisney. She sed she had a grayte time thare but the mice wer very big an a bit scary.

Then she went to Arnty Anna's howse, Ireland. She dident kno that that wud meen coming bak to England an so meetin up wiv me waz a serprize! Hehe! I waz serprized too!!!!

We awl went to the Syence Mewseum. It waz very bizzy cos the children ar all on Harf Term Brake this week. So it waz full ov kiddies an Daddy had to keep remindin himself that he wassent in charge ov them all. The downside ov this waz that he cuddent tell them to be kwyert an sit down an so it got kwite noizy. Me an Dorothy nipt owt to the Mewseum cafe for a snak an a sit down:

Hey! Chek owt Dorothy's eers! Wun forwerd an wun bak! Way to go, Dorothy!!!

Layter we awl went bak to thare hotel.
Heer's Dorothy an me lookin at food menus tryin to desyde wat to hav for supper:

In the end we awl went owt for a Chineez meel an Dorothy an me had a playte ov choklit brownies insted cos I thort the noodels lookt like werms an wunce I told her that she waz put off evrything till I sed wat abowt choklit? See, I kno the way to a gerl Bear's beads.
I had a luvly time. Me an Daddy dident get home till layte layte layte. An then I was up talki bowt it till 1am! I waz so exsytid. It so grayte to see Dorothy agen. Sheez my frend, yu see. I think sheez luvly.

Today I had a nice kwyert day at home. The Windowsill Bears wer down off the windowsill, it bein a T day. It waz a nice day. Ownly I hav a sor bit in my chest today. It feels odd, like I swallowd sumthing big an it broozd me. Maybe it waz sumthing I ate. It gets werse wen I think abowt Dorothy. Issent that odd? Hey ho!

Hullo!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
• Day Score: 7.52687410/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

WOW! My Merrykan reeders hav all bin owt voting for a new boss-man. They hav to chooz from 2- either a guy hooz the sayme sorta culler as me (wa-hey!) or a man hooz so old his pants an soks ar haunted (wa-hey wa-heyyy!!).

I cuddent sleep so I've jus got up to see if they've sed hoo wun yet, but I think they're still not shor. Either way, given the abuv, it shud be intrestin :@D

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Mummy haz bizzy tryin to get herself a littol crarft space. She haz bin sortin owt a littol room that's nex dor to the kitchen. Thare iz a desk in thare an the printer/scanner. (Hey! That reminds me! Do yu remember the uther yeer, wen all us Bears wer scannin in pikchers ov our own bottoms??? HAAAAAAAAAAhahaha!!!)

Ooops I'm dygressin agen. Aha. Yes, so she has cleerd up the room an set up all her crarfty stash in thare, cleerd off the desk an put all her stamps an ribbons an stuff owt on the shelvs so she can see wat sheez got. Since then, she hassent dun enything crarfty much; sheez bin too bizzy admirin her room. Now, she sez, she needs better lites an a heater cos it gets so cold in thare.

Dilly duzzent kno how to tayke this- she likes the idea ov havin a "gerls room wiv pwinsessy ribbons an stuff" but she will miss havin lots ov glitter in the livin-room carpet.

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Mummy's berfday is Saterday!!!!! Me an Daddy hav sumthing grayte pland for her but I'm not allowd to say wat heer cos she will peek an sheez not allowd to kno wat it is befor Saterday. The thing itself issent taykin playce Saterday, but she carnt find owt wat an wen till then. HEHEHEHE!!!

I luv seekrits. I'm grayte at keepin them. Yu haff to be, if yor a spy. Errlier, Mummy tryd Tikkol-Torcher on me to try to get me to tell her wat we got her, but I held owt. Evenchewly she had to stoppit cos I had peed on the sofa larffin so much.

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Daddy cayme bak from Ireland larst Wendzday nite. Do yu remember Mulligan? He waz a Grayte Unkol ov the Windowsill Bear Famly, an he went to liv wiv Granny Ireland coz she duzz golf, an he fanseed that as a good retirement.

Well! It seems that he is havin far from a genteel time. Littol Yolanda, Daddy's neece, goze to see him offen an allways piks him up an carrys him arownd. Oh boy. Yolanda is an inkredibly pink princessy gerl. Dilly lovd her wen she met her. I'm worreed that she will try to dress Mullgan up in a ball gown or sumthing. Mummy sez that maybe he is in his secund cub-hood. That's all very well, but a pink tutu jus issent respektabol on a Bear ov his kalliber.

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Oh! Thare is sum cheerin on telly. Seems they think the Bob-cullerd fella may have wun! WOW! Imagin that! A Bob-cullerd man in the Wite Howse!!! Hehehe! An he haz rownd eers like a Bear, too! Hav yu notist? Hav a look nex time heez on. ROWND eers, I tell yu. Jus like a Bear!

Akchewlly he haz sum littol kids, duzzent he? Ah. Well that mite meen they hav Bears then. Bears ar offen adoptid to keep an eye on kids, yu see. WOW! Can yu imagin if they hav a Windowsill Bear Famly? An can yu imagin them all in the Oval Offiss, lookin owt the window?? Hehehee. That wud be a grayte foto, that...

Bye fer now!

It's a seege!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no, but we wun on Saterday- 3-0 to Grimsby (full nayme: Grim-an-dull-don't-go-thare). Hurray!
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 7.453/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I'm bak! Wa-heyy!

Sorry for the gap. Lots to do rownd heer. An Mummy's been doin sleep olympiks agen an hassent been arownd to press the big button on the pewter for me. I can do most ov the rest ov it meself, but I just havent got kwite enuff oof! to push that big wun in.

Sayme wiv the telly. If it's on standby I can press the button on the remote. In fakt, I'm an ace button presser, me, an can skip between cartoons wen the ads ar on wivowt missin eny ov it. THAT'S ace button pressin, that is. But if the telly is off compleetly I carnt kwite get the big button. (I can get very annoyd if they leev it switcht rite off wen The Simpsons ar dew. Do yu kno, I've mist The Simpsons sumtimes throo their blaytant lak ov forthort. Tsk!)

So enyway. I mannidged to catch her heddin for the kettol an steer her zombie-like self towards the pewter, repeetidly charntin "Presssssssss the button.... pressssssssssss the button...." an wa-hey! Heer I be.

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The uther day Daddy brort home a wooden box. We wer all a bit bemewsd as we dident reelly kno wat it waz for. Then Dilly deesydid it waz a fort:

We desydid to play "Seege the Carsol!" an Dilly sed it waz OK, so long as she cud play the part ov the carsol dragon (oh kell soopreez). The WIndowsill Bear Family joind her up thare, as the Iffy Norman Lords, an the rest ov us skayled the cliff as the Hard-Dun-By-Ferroshus-Celts:

HA! They kept herlin Choklit Peanuts at us an mayking us fall off. But we wun in the end. We pikt up the Choklit Peanuts an ran away to Scotland (the kitchen) whare we ate them all. HA!

Then Mummy cayme in from the garden an arskt for the box. She took it owtside. We followd wiv the camra:

Ah! I see! It waz a Hedgehog Howse!

Mummy put it heer, in a snug littol shelterd playce rownd the bak ov the howse. She trimmd bak the budlyer bush an piled up sum brarnchis on top, to keep it warm an disgize it:

Now, wen we put owt his supper (ov corned beef, oats, seed, nuts an froot) we ar goin to moov it closer an closer to his hut. We hope he will desyde to sleep in thare this winter!

Bye fer now!

Wat a week!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no- but the uther day we had a pre-seeson frendly an we wun 8-1 (!!!!) to Faversham.
• Simpsons: yes, but it waz anuther wun ov those Halloween speshols an LBBBJ gets a tad nervoss ov thoze so Mummy distraktid him wiv a leaflet abowt manuka hunny.
• Tesco: no, an we need cow-juice. Mummy went to Sainsbury's. Pah! An we STILL need cow-juice cos she fergot it. Wich jus shows wat goin to Sainsbury's duzz to yer brain.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5 Sam got me from behind the curtain/10
• Day Score: 7.73836/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Phew! It's been bizzy rownd heer!

Ferst, the washin masheen broke down- and I got the blayme, jus fer stuffin an extra 17 pares ov pants in. (Well, pant watchin is better than daytime tv an wen it's windy owtside wat's a Bear to do?)

Next, Daddy orderd a new wun off the internet and they sed they wud tayke the old wun away an install the new wun, but ownly if we disconnektid the old wun.

SO! Friday mornin, we got up erly to do that. But we cuddent find the stopcok to tern the warter off. We had to open up the trap-dor in the street an tern it off there. Lukilly it ownly ternd off OUR warter, nowun else's. But it still ment that Mummy cuddent flush the toylet and, as I may hav menshund from time to time, she duzz poo an awful lot, so it waz a tense mornin. Daddy wassent worreed, he went off to werk, whare they hav fully funkshoning toylets. (An if Daddy is goin to yews it, that's the leest yu need it to be.)

The men arrivd by 9am an put in the new masheen an testid it. It dident werk!! So they had to tayke 2 broken wuns bak wiv them. An we havent seen them since!!! An thare is washin piling up everywhare.

I'm gettin a tad worreed that I shall soon hav no cleen pants to frolick. Agen, Daddy issent worreed, as he can ware them inside owt an get twice the distance owt ov them. Hehee.

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Meenwile, Mummy's wide-awake arty crarfty phase seems to be comin to an end, an she haz re-enterd the sleep olympics. She has spent most ov this week asleep, wich is a shayme, as it has been hot an sunny at larst, an she is missin it. She haz been a bit down, an eevn sed wun day, wat is thare to get up for? But we convinst her that at the very leest, thare waz a cup ov tea, an she got up. I've bin givin her hed-hugs!

I went into town wiv her on the bus an I took her to the crarft shop whare I got sum new cullerin pens. That sort ov cheerd her up a bit. She likes gettin me things. Hoo can blayme her?

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2 ov yu hav emayled me abowt yor crarfty challenge peeces, so I will put fotoes ov them up in anuther post. Thanks!

An thanks to TB for emayles, too! He haz bin lookin into playin that grayte Bear gayme, "Bear! Not-a-bear!" an watchin my instrukshonal video on it. I think I mite hav a gayme ov it meself, TB, speshly as thare ar no darnsin pants to watch goin rownd an rownd!!!

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Sorry no fotoes today. But heer is a YouTube vid that Mummy's frend Beth sent her. Beth livs in Maine. Enyway, this is reelly cewt- a bayby moose playing wiv a sprinkler, then he goze an gets his twin bruther an his mummy, an they all hav a frolick!! It mayde Mummy smile- hope it maykes yu smile too!

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Daddy Window-sill Bear is goin to the optishun tomorro, cos he keeps borrowin Mummy's glarsses so she sed sheel get him his own. He waz a bit offendid at ferst, an thort she ment she just dident want to share wiv him. But then we poyntid owt that hers wer akchewly 3 times the size ov his hed. Hey ho!

Bye fer now!

Father's Day

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: traynin, I hope
  
• Simpsons: nope
• Tesco: yes, fer petrol an the payper
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 -got Daddy! Ha! /10
• Day Score: 7ish/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Yestaday waz "Father's Day" wen Fathers get presents (yewzerly new soks) an cards. It applys to Daddys too. Thare is also a "Mother's Day" erlier in the yeer.

I arskt LBBBJ if he had got a card fer his Daddy an he dident kno enything abowt it, so I explayned. Then he did a panick an neerly fell off the windowsill coz he relized he hadent dun a Mother's Day card iver. So I offerd to help him mayke a card for both ov them.

I cut owt the card an he drew a Bear. Then I yewzd a punch-cuttery thing to punch owt leef shaypes. Lbbbj yewsd krayerns to culler it in. He kwite liket it. So did his Mummy an Daddy.

He sed it waz for "Mummy an Daddy Day":

Me an Dilly got a card from a shop. I choze de card an she choze de present. This is the card. It's grayte coz I fownd wun wiv both ov us on it! It alos haz Mummy, lernin to drive. It eevn haz a Weetabix box on it, wich is wat Daddy haz fer brekferst!

For the present, Dilly choze this choklit. It haz a Bear on, wich is good, an cos it's from Dilly the Bear haz a pink bow in the pikcher:

Can yu see Sam smilin in this foto? It's cos Bears like choklit an he knew he wud get a bit cos Daddy is always goin on abowt it's important to share!

It waz a nice sunny day an in the eevnin I help Mummy cook sossidges wiv roast veggies. It waz yum! Then we ate sum ov the choklit.

Bye fer now!

EARS

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Ha! /10
• Day Score: 7/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS

i.beati arskt me the uther day to explayne my "uther ear". So I told her I wud do a speshol post fer her abowt it.

I normally look like this:

But I had Mummy tayke this foto speshly to show I hav both ears:
Thing is, yu can tell alot abowt a furry person jus by lookin at 'em. As yu probly kno by now, realness is all in the kneez. If yor Bear haz kneez, he is real. Utherwise he just a teddy. Teddys wer inventid for small children to carfter wile they ar goin throo the chewy* stayge. They ar trayning devices, reelly. Yu wuddent want to expose a REAL Bear to such dayngers as teething an poo-filld pants. (Hehehehe.) So they hav teddys till they ar old enuff for the hewge responsibility ov adoptin a Bear.

Enyway. Next, the ears. Kwite simply, if yu hav wun ear forward an wun ear bak yu ar reddy for all evenchewalitys. For this reeson, if yor furry person is a spy, he will definitly hav his ears this way.

Now. Tayke a look at this groop foto, tayken larst nite. See if yu can spot hoo mite be a spy:

OK?

Now heer ar the arnsers. See how yu got on!

from left to rite:

me- yes; Daddy Windowsill Bear- yes; LBBBJ- no; Mummy Windowsill Bear- yes; Dilly- yor gess is as good as mine; Sam- possibly; Grayum-no.

I hope this explaynes things. Now, go chek yor Bears.

N.B.

Pleez remember that yor Bear carnt tell yu hoo he is a spy FOR, or heel hav to kill yu.

Bye fer now!

*I don't meen this Chewy, wich is an artist, not a stayge.

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!