<?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-2545544863395999298</id><updated>2011-12-05T03:19:50.902Z</updated><title type='text'>The Bear Hug</title><subtitle type='html'>Big Bears and Little Bears book of snuggles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4355772082831676444</id><published>2011-01-21T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:55:00.407Z</updated><title type='text'>There is an ironing fairy</title><content type='html'>If you know little bear you will know that he is not very good at things like ironing shirts. While big bear is good at ironing shirts big bear does not like to iron shirts because it is a boring job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, between them big and little bear get through lots and lots of shirts every week, and every shirt needs to be ironed nice and flat so the bears look their best for their school-jobs and people take them seriously and everything. Which is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bear got bored of the ironing, and no shirts where ironed for quite a long time. Then the bears were all crumpled at school, and that was not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear thought long and hard, and went on the search for something that would do the ironing magically. But the answer came when little bear was not really thinking very hard at all. It was one day when little bear was dancing and singing around the house that little bear discovered the ironing fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironing fairy is a magical creature that appears when the little bear does the ironing fairy dance, and then irons the shirts. The ironing fairy dance is a dance when the little bear bobbles up and down on the spot and makes a funny face and bends his arms and waves his elbows in the air. It is a very silly dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the ironing fairy likes it when little bear does the ironing fairy dance in the middle of the ironing job to keep the ironing fairy magic working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironing fairy looks just like the big bear but the ironing fairy is not the big bear, oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironing fairy is most definitely not the big bear doing household jobs because little bear is very cute when he dances, oh no indeedy oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4355772082831676444?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4355772082831676444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4355772082831676444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-ironing-fairy.html' title='There is an ironing fairy'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4373376557205449352</id><published>2011-01-15T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:50:46.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear makes phone apps</title><content type='html'>Big bear tells little bear he loves him by giving him snuggles. As well as snuggles the big bear gives the little bear lots of little kisses and strokes and messages that tell the little his big loves him all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear tells the big bear that he loves him too. But little bear has found a new way to show  the big bear that he loves him. The little bear has started to make little apps for the big bears phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first app was of a pussy cat that the goes meow when you stroke its face. When the big bear makes the pussy meow it makes the big bear have a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second app that the little bear made was of a moley mole that popped up and down on the screen. And when the big bear mashes the moley mole on its head it makes a "oooww" sound and the big bear gets a point. The big bear likes to get high scores mashing moles and it makes the big bear have a great big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last app that the little bear made for the big bear was not on the big bears phone. It was on the little bears phone. It had a list of things that the little bear likes to say to the big bear, things like "love you my b" and "ooo ooo" and "love you my beezle bummage", and all sorts of things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this last app does a clever thing, whenever the little bear presses a button it chooses a random thing that little bear likes to say to the big bear, and puts it in a text message, and sends it to the big bear, all with the press of just one button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is easy for the little bear to tell the big bear he loves him, and the big bear gets lots more messages, which is lovely. Clever little bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4373376557205449352?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4373376557205449352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4373376557205449352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bear-makes-phone-apps.html' title='Little bear makes phone apps'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7798190975789022660</id><published>2011-01-01T18:57:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:02:48.897Z</updated><title type='text'>3 thing bear relationship</title><content type='html'>There are three things in the Bears' relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing in the relationship is the Big Bear, and one thing in the relationship is the Little Bear, and one thing in the relationship is the Gadget that Little Bear is playing with at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times the Gadget is a little machine that plays games in your hand, and some times it is a big machine that plays games on the television, and some times it is a computer on your lap, and some times it is a computer on the table and lots and lots of the time it is a little mobile telephone that does lots of clever clever things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Big Bear is a bit jealous of the gadget that the little bear is playing with at the time, because it takes away time that the little bear could be fussing over the Big Bear, and so the big bear goes grump grump grump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bear knows really that the Gadget is not there for a very long time before it is changed to another Gadget that does new things that the Little Bear has not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Big Bear knows that the Little Bear never wants to change his Big Bear for another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7798190975789022660?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7798190975789022660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7798190975789022660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-thing-bear-relationship.html' title='3 thing bear relationship'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7140659272699527926</id><published>2010-12-22T15:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:26:00.584Z</updated><title type='text'>The Bears have a Laundry Man and a Kim</title><content type='html'>The Bears have a Laundry Man and a Kim. Laundry Man and Kim are very special people who make things better for the Big Bear and the Little Bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry Man visits once a week and takes great big bags of smelly things made of cloth. He then does something with them that is magic overnight, and they come back the next day, all clean and folded and smelling of lovelyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim makes the bears den all lovely. She comes in in the morning, and goes away again before lunch time and more magic things have happened. All the den is clean and lovely everywhere and there is no mess at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and Little Bear have no idea how Laundry Man and Kim do it. Perhaps they went to a special school where they learned magic things. Big bear and Little Bear did not go to that school for certain. When Big and Little Bear try to to do those jobs not very happyness happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of the Bears freinds think that Big and Little are silly for having a Laundry Man and a Kim. But really the Bears don't care what other people think about having them, because Laundry Man and Kim are very special and help Big and Little Bear lots, so they have more time for snuggling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7140659272699527926?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7140659272699527926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7140659272699527926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/12/bears-have-laundry-man-and-kim.html' title='The Bears have a Laundry Man and a Kim'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-100365767164583514</id><published>2010-12-15T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:23:00.745Z</updated><title type='text'>Bear Transfers</title><content type='html'>Big Bear sleeps in the spare room because the Big Bear likes a cold room and the spare room is cold. Before the big bear goes to sleep Little Bear comes and tucks him in, and gets him some water which is magic water. It is just like normal water from the tap, but it is magic because the little bear gets it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic water is good at making the big bear sleep nicely. Oh! And little bear strokes the Big Bear until he falls asleep some times too and that is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear sleeps in the bears' big bed where the room is nice and warm, but some nights little bear gets lonely in the big bed by himself, even though the little bear has lots of cuddly animals to keep him company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Little Bear sneaks out of his bed into the cold spare room. Littl bear gets the big bear by the hand with his cover and a pillow or two and leads the Big Bear through to his bed. Then there are lots of snuggles, and that is called a bear transfer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-100365767164583514?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/100365767164583514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/100365767164583514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/12/bear-transfers.html' title='Bear Transfers'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7215447337958020846</id><published>2010-12-09T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:24:00.341Z</updated><title type='text'>big bear has a sleepy machine</title><content type='html'>The big bear is sometimes a grumpy bear and sometimes does not sleep the best. Big bear is an especially grumpy bear when he has not had an early night for his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear likes staying up late. Little bear gets grumpy if he has to go to bed early. Big bear gets grumpy if he has to go to bed late. What a silly pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of big and little bears chums said that big bear should tell his doctor man about his not sleeping well, because sometimes doctors can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So big did tell his doctor. Big's doctor told another doctor. Big went to see the other doctor in the hostipal, and the other doctor gave the big bear lots of wires and sensors to wear one night at home. Then the other doctor brought the big bear into the hostipal to sleep while they watched the bear sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear brought a special breathing machine back with him and a mask to wear in the night over his face. The mask is a bit noisy, and it blows air out of it which is uncomfy when it blows it onto the little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst is that big bear can not nuzzle into the little bear with the mask on. But big bear has been sleeping better and that means he feels a lot better which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so the big bear and little bear still get grumpy with each other from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7215447337958020846?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7215447337958020846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7215447337958020846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-bear-has-sleepy-machine.html' title='big bear has a sleepy machine'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1452188016874413031</id><published>2010-12-03T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:23:00.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Big and little have a snuggly weekend</title><content type='html'>Big and little bear had a weekend where not much happened. The bears had good food in their 'frigerator, and a warm house to be in while it was cold and rainy outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear made nests for the big and little bear in the living room with lots of duvets and lots of pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bears watched the television in the nests with films and lots of shows they had to catch up on, and they had lots of snuggles, and kisses on the nose and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bears had had lots and lots and lots of weekends with arguments and crossness, to have a weekend where the bears just sat around and snuggled and kissed each other on the nose was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a very interesting story if you were not one of the bears that were there doing the cuddling and kissing, but if you were one of those bears it was just lovely. Just lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1452188016874413031?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1452188016874413031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1452188016874413031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-and-little-have-snuggly-weekend.html' title='Big and little have a snuggly weekend'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2340405906348216600</id><published>2010-11-27T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:23:00.237Z</updated><title type='text'>big bear smashes things</title><content type='html'>While big bear was not writing things for this story things were hard with the big bear and little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time things were especially hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear was not sleeping well, and he was silly. And little bear was silly too. One of the bears said something that neither of the bears can remember and the bears got cross oh dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the big bear hit the table with a spoon. And that smashed a tile on the table and then little bear smashed the tile more and then big bear smashed a chair to bits so that it was completely smashed up. And it was all very horrid and not what bears are about at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much more to say really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair had to be thrown away. The bears had to re-tile all the table to mend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other things to be all mended as well. And maybe other things to be thrown away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2340405906348216600?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2340405906348216600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2340405906348216600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/11/big-bear-smashes-things.html' title='big bear smashes things'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6243371127351244955</id><published>2010-08-11T10:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:15:00.170Z</updated><title type='text'>This is the first story for a long long while</title><content type='html'>Things have been hard for the big and little bear. Harder than ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big and little bear were going to get married. But then they were not going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a long time that there were no stories to be written. The big bear thought that there would never be any nice stories to write ever again for the big and little bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things like tables and chairs got a bit broken, and there was lots and lots of crying and the little bear was in hospital oh and all sorts of things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But big and little bear are a bit better together now, so big bear is going to try and write stories again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6243371127351244955?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6243371127351244955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6243371127351244955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-first-story-for-long-long-while.html' title='This is the first story for a long long while'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3749102599168589567</id><published>2010-02-23T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:01:00.519Z</updated><title type='text'>Little has a video game but loves the big more</title><content type='html'>Little bear is a bit of an all-or-nothing bear. You see, if little bear is doing something, nothing can get in the way of him doing it oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bear is especially like this when he gets a new video game. Once he gets the new game little bear sets himself up in a comfy place to play it. This place is quite often bed, and nearly always involves a duvet, snuggly cushions, and something to eat and drink so he does not have to move for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear used to try to get the little bear to move. Big bear tried dancing and singing and making coffee and doing the housework and not doing the housework and shouting and stamping his feet but the little bear could not be moved. The little bear got quite grumpy when the big bear was trying to get him to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big bear was a bit upset and felt that the little bear was ignoring him and then shouting at him, so the big bear felt sad, and not a little bit jealous of the video game. And it all got worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little bear doesn't know he is ignoring the big bear. little bear is just trying his best at the game. Little bear wants to complete the game to show the big bear how good he is, and how much he loves the big bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bears are silly things. Thank goodness they like snuggling or what would they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3749102599168589567?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3749102599168589567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3749102599168589567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-has-video-game-but-loves-big.html' title='Little has a video game but loves the big more'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1584769462509633229</id><published>2010-02-17T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:01:00.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear looks after the big when he can't sleep</title><content type='html'>Big bear goes to sleep before the little bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the big bear can't sleep though. Big bear is not so good when he can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When big bear can't sleep he lies there for a bit and tries to sleep on his side. Then he tries to sleep on his other side, but on that side his arm is in the wrong place, so it is a bit uncomfy. So he can't sleep and so he gets a bit grumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gets up and has a wee and has a glass of water and goes back to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes then the big bear can sleep just fine, but sometimes he can't. So he turns onto his other side which is a bit uncomfy and then he gets even more grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So big bear then goes through into the other room and gets spare pillows and comes back and props himself up in his bed to sleep on his back and tries to sleep on his back, but big bear is no good at sleeping on his back, and when he dosen't then he gets very grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries on his side again. And his other uncomfy side again. And has a wee again. And some water again. And on the pillows again. And on his back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the big bear can't sleep because he is so so so grumpy and angry because he can't sleep he gets angry and cross and argh argh argh it is all rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time of night little bear comes to bed and finds big bear awake. And little bear says what is this?! Why is the big bear awake?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big bear says I can't sleep and I am grumpy and all cross and I will be tired for school tomorrow and it is rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little bear says come on big bear come here don't worry. And the little bear asks the big bear to say what is wrong. And the little bear says come here big bear, and the little bear gives the big bear a stroke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the big bear starts to worry less about not sleeping, and listens to the little bear telling him stories ad likes getting a stroke and a cuddle and then all of a sudden it is the morning and big bear slept alright in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely little bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1584769462509633229?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1584769462509633229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1584769462509633229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bear-looks-after-big-when-he.html' title='Little bear looks after the big when he can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6653811437508800336</id><published>2010-02-11T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:01:00.114Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear gives the big bear something</title><content type='html'>Some times big bear thinks that little bear dosen't understand him properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times big bear thinks that little bear will never really see the world from his point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear and little bear never seem to be able to agree sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear worries that even the best snuggles in the world will not make up for the fact that the bears see the world in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear worries about it so so much, he wonders if the bears will be able to be bears together for ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then little bear gave the big bear lots of music to listen to in his car on the way to school. And the big bear thought that perhaps the little bear understands him a little bit after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe they will be bears together after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6653811437508800336?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6653811437508800336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6653811437508800336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bear-gives-big-bear-something.html' title='Little bear gives the big bear something'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-539483532250839824</id><published>2010-02-05T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:01:00.598Z</updated><title type='text'>People who don't know the bears but like their stories</title><content type='html'>Well now. Once upon a time the big bear decided to tell more people about his stories, so he put the stories on a clever website-y thing called facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the big bear forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the background the clever inter-web magic fairies kept on putting the stories on to facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people started to follow the stories. And they started to say nice things about them. And all this without the bears knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made the bears feel lovely and warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the bears feel a bit sad and lonely, they read through the notes and that makes it all a bit better in a funny way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are one of those people that read the stories and say they like them and write nice things, thank you. It is lovely. The bears like you all lots and lots, and if they were there they would give you a great big hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-539483532250839824?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/539483532250839824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/539483532250839824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-who-dont-know-bears-but-like.html' title='People who don&apos;t know the bears but like their stories'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7024970205447586647</id><published>2010-01-28T00:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:01:00.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Big bear has adventures in the snow</title><content type='html'>Big bear was going along in his bear mobile to meet the little bear with the new television along a path in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a enormous truck coming towards the big bear mobile. Big bear did not know what to do so big bear let the truck go through by driving into the snow a little bit. But the snow was tricky and big bear was stuck and he couldn't get out whatever he tried oh no. But there was a nice man who was behind the truck who had stopped to help. The nice man helped the big bear out with a rope on the back of his bear mobile, and pulled the bear mobile out of the snow. Swoosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the road got even more snowier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another car was coming and big bear thought I am not going to pull off because then I will get stuck and there is not a man with a rope to tow things by here. So the big bear smiled at the man driving the other car but big bear did not move. The other man smiled back and went backwards for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But big bear thought well we can't go on like this for ever so he turned off the road into the snow just enough to let the other man come past in his little car. And then the big bear tried to move but was stuck in the tricky snow again oh no. This time big bear went backwards and forwards and backwards and forwards in his car until he rolled over the snow and out of it. Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the road got even more snowier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a car that came around a corner very fast at the big bear oh no, and the big bear had to steer over the side of the road into the snow again to make sure there was not a nastiness. And this was the deepest trickiest snow of all. But it was ok, because the people in the other car coming round the corner were very nice really and very friendly really and had a spade and dug out the big bear. Crunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear made it to see little bear, and he was only a little bit late. Big bear told little bear he had got stuck in the snow a few times and the little bear said I hope that new television is all right. But big bear knew that really the little bear was glad that the big bear was safe and sound after all his snowy adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had very special snuggles when they got home that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7024970205447586647?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7024970205447586647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7024970205447586647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-bear-has-adventures-in-snow.html' title='Big bear has adventures in the snow'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6763937983966285744</id><published>2010-01-21T21:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:40:42.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Bear writes stories when he is cross</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the bears don't think about what they are saying, when they are tired or grumpy or hungry. Sometimes they just say the first thing that comes into their head and it doesn't make much sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the bears forget that the other bear is there and loves them lots, and that is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear is quite sensible about this sometimes though. Little bear remembers that really everybody sometimes says things in a funny way they don't mean, and sometimes everybody hears things in a funny way that wasn't meant, just because that is the way everybody is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when things like that are written down for everyone in the world to see it is not a good thing. And makes bears very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So big bear must always remember not to write stories when he is cross, especially when he knows little bear didn't mean what he said, because that makes things so much worse, and that is not what writing stories is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is time for big bear to be tucked into bed. Just as well snuggles make everything better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6763937983966285744?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6763937983966285744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6763937983966285744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-bear-writes-stories-when-he-is.html' title='Big Bear writes stories when he is cross'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7418007876406052403</id><published>2010-01-16T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:28:00.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear and bossyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Big bear told the little bear that the little bear was bossy the other day. This did not go down well with the little bear, as you might have guessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened because big bear had been pottering about the house doing some tidying and jobs like that, while the little bear was snoozing in his bed in the morning. Then little bear woke up and told the big bear to get on with the tidying and take the glasses downstairs to go in the dish washing machine and to get on with the jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made the big bear felt all a bit grumpy and that was when the big bear said that he thought the little bear was a bossy bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the little bear said that he was not a bossy bear at all. Just that he was good at telling other people what to do. Big bear was confused, so he asked the little bear to explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So little bear explained that he was not really bossy because little bear always knows what the right thing to do is, and that other people do not always know what the right thing to do was, and that other people want deep down to be told what the right thing to do was, even if the other people don't seem to want to be told what to do, so little bear does that to make people happy and make the right things happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear could not really argue against that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So big bear decided that little bear is not bossy at all really. Little bear just tells people what to do all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job big and little bear agree that lots of snuggles are a good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7418007876406052403?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7418007876406052403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7418007876406052403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-bear-and-bossyness.html' title='Little bear and bossyness'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7807811516836957882</id><published>2010-01-10T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:10:00.196Z</updated><title type='text'>The giraffe that makes things better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is a giraffe that lives in the spare room. He is a very special giraffe, even though big bear can't remember his name. Perhaps it is Hubert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there are some times that the big bear and the little bear are not best of friends. Those times do not normally last very long, but they are not very nice at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times like one time when little bear was playing bouncy bouncy music and big bear was not liking the music. Big bear asked the little bear to turn down the music, but big bear did not say it in a nice way, and little bear was a bit upset and said some silly things and then big bear said some silly things too, and they were not good, until big bear went away to the spare bedroom to go to bed early without any tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one time after big bear had been lying there all cross for a while little bear came into the spare room. And the bears had a bit of a talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You remember that Hubert lives in the spare room? Well, when the talking is done Hubert goes up to the little bear, and the little bear gives Hubert a kiss on the nose. And then Hubert goes all the way down little bears arm and along the bed and up big bears arm and the big bear gives Hubert a kiss on the nose too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Hubert goes back all the way along the bug bear and along the bed and up little bears so that little bear gives him another kiss on the nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Hubert goes like that, back and forward between the bears, delivering kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes for quite a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And sometimes Hubert sings little songs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is how Hubert is a giraffe that helps to make it better and why he is very special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7807811516836957882?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7807811516836957882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7807811516836957882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/01/giraffe-that-makes-things-better.html' title='The giraffe that makes things better'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4234842712548050947</id><published>2010-01-04T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:15:00.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Big bears have got a bit bigger again</title><content type='html'>Oops a daisy, the big bear has got a bit bigger again (and that means that his tummy has got a bit bigger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear had lots of fun with friends and holidays (with lots of cheese eating) and things and then oops he was a bit of a bigger bear. It was lots and lots of fun, especially the cheese bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that when the big bear gets a bit bigger he becomes not very good at coping with things, and not very good at being big in a grown up sort of a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the big bear does not feel very happy or like having any fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange. When the big bear has lots of fun he gets bigger and then because he is bigger he has not much fun at all. And when the big bear has a little tummy, he can be big like a grown up. But when the big bear has a big tummy, he gets all little and easily scared and not very good at coping with things and being a grown up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear feels like it's hard to be a big bear and be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear is helping the big bear to feel ok and to eat nice food (not too much cheese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for little bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4234842712548050947?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4234842712548050947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4234842712548050947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-bears-have-got-bit-bigger-again.html' title='Big bears have got a bit bigger again'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3645391289991128880</id><published>2009-12-29T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:50:01.112Z</updated><title type='text'>Why is the little bear little and the big bear big.</title><content type='html'>Maybe the little bear is little because his tummy is smaller than the big bearses tummy, and the bigs bear has a tummy bigger than the little bears one. But the little bear is taller than the big bear, so perhaps he should be the big bear and the names are the wrong way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the names big and little aren't really about size of tummies, how tall they are, or what any part of them is like. Maybe big is called big bear because he is more of a big grown up person than a little bear is. Little bear likes singing along and dancing about the house wearing just his pants. Big bear likes reading books and has a wooly jumper with buttons down the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes both the bears are big. Like when the bears are at school, and they are both big grown up bears with important things to do. Little bear wears jackets that are dark grey with thin stripes down them, and big bear wears jackets that are all tweedy, which proves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes both the bears are little. Like when the bears are happy at home and they play silly game around the house, or when the bears are not feeling very well and are in bed with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a time when the big bear looked after the little bear. But really, the little bear thinks that he mostly looks after the big bear. You see, the little bear helps the big bear when the big one can't think properly, the little bear helps the big one make freinds and eat good food and make everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really in a funny way it is the little bear that is the big one, and the big bear that is the little one. But it is too late to change the names now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3645391289991128880?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3645391289991128880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3645391289991128880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-little-bear-little-and-big-bear.html' title='Why is the little bear little and the big bear big.'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5160917753485610010</id><published>2009-12-25T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:00:02.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear is writing stories too</title><content type='html'>Big and little bear talk about the stories that big bear writes for here quite a bit. Little bear decided one day after talking that he would like to write stories too, but that they would probably be different stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear decided that he would like to solve problems and answer questions. Little bear is good at solving problems (and telling people what to do)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear asked the big bear to ask the people that read the stories that the big bear writes (like this story) to ask him things. And things are always better when big bear does what little bear says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. If you have a problem to be solved, email the little bear on &lt;a href="mailto:thebearlittle@googlemail.com"&gt;thebearlittle@googlemail.com&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see what little bear is writing about, have a look at: &lt;a href="http://thebearlittle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thebearlittle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; but there probably isn't much there yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear will write again when there is more there to read. Time for a snuggle now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5160917753485610010?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5160917753485610010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5160917753485610010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bear-is-writing-stories-too.html' title='Little bear is writing stories too'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3602979539674641704</id><published>2009-12-18T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:03:00.185Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear falls into the stream</title><content type='html'>One time big bear and little bear were going on a drive. They saw a pretty waterfall and decided that they wanted to go and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went for an explore and a little potter over a bridge and around a path and up a hill. There was a fast stream that came from the waterfall that they crossed, where they held hands and jumped across the stones and got to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the hill they went, it was not very far, but the little bear was at the top quicker than the big bear. Little is better at doing things like climbing hills. They took lots of nice photos and then came back down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got back to the fast stream and big bear went across it quickly step step step and got to the other side all nicely. The little bear was more careful though, with the camera in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little carefully stretched out and his paw over to the other side and big bear started to walk down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a great big SPLASH and big bear turned around to see little bear standing in the middle of the stream. Oh dear, and as you will know there is nothing little bear hates more than being wet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the little bear does hate a sore throat more than being wet. Well, if little bear had a sore throat AND was wet as well it would be worse still. But little bear does not like being wet, and he was standing in the middle of the stream with his trousers and boots all soaking. Silly little bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was ok, because the bears laughed and laughed, and the camera was not wet at all. Little bear squelched his way to the bear-mobile, and took off his trousers and boots and socks and sat there all pink and hairy in his under-crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears turned up all the heating in the car, but it just made it hot, and littles trousers were still dripping wet. But then the bears found a toilet and big bear left the little bear in the bear mobile and went in to dry littleses trousers on the hand dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little couldn't dry his own trousers you see because he was all pink and hairy with nothing on his bottom half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about half an hour to get the trousers dry, but then they were nice and warm and the little bear was toasty roasty and all happy again, and the bears went off for more adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3602979539674641704?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3602979539674641704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3602979539674641704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bear-falls-into-stream.html' title='Little bear falls into the stream'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2722107407691698403</id><published>2009-12-12T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:06:00.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear brings magic water</title><content type='html'>Every night when the big bear is around at both the bears house which is most nights the bears do the same things before they go to bed. They both make sure the kitchen is clean, do their hands face and teeth, and get into their pyjamas. Well, little bear wears pyjamas, but the big bear just sleeps in his birthday suit and the bears just call it pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear normally gets into bed first, and snuggles down. The little bear likes to stay up later at night than the big bear does. When he stays up late he talks on his computer to lots of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then little bear tucks the big bear in and snuggles him down. And the big bear asks the little bear to bring him some magic water, and the little bear does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic water is just like normal water in a normal glass, but it is special because the little bear makes it magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bear drinks the magic water and then he sleeps nicely all night long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2722107407691698403?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2722107407691698403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2722107407691698403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-bear-brings-magic-water.html' title='Little bear brings magic water'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2067717203511421564</id><published>2009-12-06T16:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:23:00.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes big bear can't think right</title><content type='html'>There are days when the big bear can't really think properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when he comes and stands in the middle of the room and looks around and can't remember what he was wanting to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when he can't decide what clothes to get dressed into, and he can't think of why to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when big bears head is just full of fluff and not thinking at all or even moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh days like that the little bear gives the big bear a cuddle, and tells him how to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on days like that the little bear helps the big bear know what he should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear dosen't know what he would do without the little bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2067717203511421564?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2067717203511421564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2067717203511421564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-big-bear-cant-think-right.html' title='Sometimes big bear can&apos;t think right'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6377115543834915513</id><published>2009-11-29T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:22:00.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Big bear worries about writing stories sometimes</title><content type='html'>One day when the big and little are old and grey they can read back through the stories and remember what it was like when they were not so old and grey (although they are already a bit grey and not so young any more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a funny thing to tell stories to everybody in the world about things that are secret to the big and little bear by writing them here. Big bear worries that people who read it might think that the bears are silly, but silly in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why big and little bear do not want people to know who they are when they read the stories, and they keep who they are a secret (other than for very special people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is a funny thing. The more the bears write about secret things, the easier it gets, and the less the bears worry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are lots of people a bit like a big and little bear out there. So maybe the big bear should not worry that people will think they are sily in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine lots of big and little bears out there. How silly, but silly in a good way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6377115543834915513?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6377115543834915513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6377115543834915513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-bear-worries-about-writing-stories.html' title='Big bear worries about writing stories sometimes'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3209026875618453120</id><published>2009-11-23T20:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:44:10.707Z</updated><title type='text'>The bears go on holiday and things go wrong</title><content type='html'>One time the bears decided to go on a holiday. They went to stay in a town near to where the big bear grew up where there are lots of places where parties happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big and little bear stayed in a little hotel that was once a house. It was a very little place and the bed they were sleeping in was quite small, and the first night they were there the big bear did not sleep very well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bears went out and got another duvet for the big bear to sleep in and the big bear slept on the floor like a doggy does. The big bear didn't sleep very well, but still slept better than in the bed with a squiggly little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bears went to a kind of a club where boys dressed up as girls and danced lots of dances while pretending to sing along to music. Even though there were boys dressed up as girls dancing, it was only the big and little bear that were two boys together in the whole place. And all the other people in the club made a big space around the bears so the bears felt a bit silly and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears went to the fun fair on the rides, and little bear loved the big tall fast rides, but the big tall fast rides made the big bear feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the circus but the little bear felt ill, and so the big bear looked after the little bear. They went back to their little hotel room and the big bear got tablets and things and looked after the little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went back home. It was not a very good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did show that the bears were good at looking after each other. Sometimes little bear remembers the holiday, and remembers how the bears look after each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3209026875618453120?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3209026875618453120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3209026875618453120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/11/bears-go-on-holiday-and-things-go-wrong.html' title='The bears go on holiday and things go wrong'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1724979339032904357</id><published>2009-11-17T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:15:00.533Z</updated><title type='text'>A party for hard working bears</title><content type='html'>The bears have been working lots and lots and very hard and doing good jobs. But now the bears do not have to work so hard little bear thought it would be nice to have a party with all of their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the bears went onto the special friend inviting place and asked all of their chums to come around, all of the boys and girls that they know, and some new friends that they have been making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little bear put nice pictures in the friend inviting place, and made a music list that everyone could add music to so that there would be nice tunes to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And very soon lots of people had said that they were coming. But all the people that said they were coming were boys, and all of them liked kissing other boys, and most of them had beards, and some of them were shaped for snuggling but not for running races. They were Bears with a capital B all of them every one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little bear was worried about there not being any girls or even any boys that were not Bears coming, but big bear said that it would be ok and lots of fun maybe even more fun with lots of Bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end when the party happened there was one girl that came to the party and lots of Bears. The girl had lots of fun but did not stay for the whole night. And after she left the Bears had lots of fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big and little bear stayed up very very late. Little bear did not make himself sick, which was a good thing (the little bear has made himself sick some times but please do not let him know that I told you that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though the bears were not ill from having too much fun, they were still very tired after staying up all night and having lots of fun. They were probably more tired than when they had been working lots and lots before they had the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly bears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1724979339032904357?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1724979339032904357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1724979339032904357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-for-hard-working-bears.html' title='A party for hard working bears'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-9157917071194960381</id><published>2009-11-11T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:20:00.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Lifts, snuggling, kissing, and animals</title><content type='html'>There is a lift in the place where the bears live that they go downstairs and upstairs in. Well, not downstairs and upstairs because it does not go on the stairs. Oh you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big and little bear are always finding new ways to snuggle, every night when they snuggle down in bed and every morning when they have a snuggle before they get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day in the lift the bears gave each other a kiss, but their lips were all floppy by accident and their mouths looked wide like frogs mouths do. But it was quite a nice kiss, and the big bear decided that it was a kiss like froggies kiss, and the little bear agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other day in the lift the bears went to kiss, but their lips were more together and sticking out, like a ducks beak does. The little bear decided that it was a kiss like duckies kiss, and the big bear agreed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the big bear thinks about it, the big and little bear kiss every time they go down in the lift together. The big bear had not thought about that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the next time the bears are in the lift they will kiss and make lips like an animal and one of the bears will decide what it is and the other bear will agree. Then the bears will be finding new ways to kiss as well as new ways to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-9157917071194960381?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/9157917071194960381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/9157917071194960381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/10/bears-kiss-like-froggies.html' title='Lifts, snuggling, kissing, and animals'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5031065372813322677</id><published>2009-11-03T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:01:00.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bears school work happens on the weekend</title><content type='html'>Little bears school work happens on the weekend lots at some times of the year. The big bear goes with the little bear and helps too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The working weekends are tiring times because of getting up early, but they can also be lots of fun because of meeting lots of new people. It is nice when the big bear is with the little bear all weekend and both bears bear spend lots of time with each other, and when the big bear helps the little bear with his jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of the bears are tired and find it hard work after doing a lot of weekends on the run next to each other, because it means that they don't get days off, even though there was lots of good things done for little bears work. And when the bears don't get days off and get tired they get grumpy which is not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, there are lots of people in the world who never ever get days off, which is very sad, so the bears shouldn't complain, especially because there is only one weekend of school work left for quite a while.  Then the bears will have lots and lots of time for snuggling, and playing with friends, but hopefully not for being grumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5031065372813322677?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5031065372813322677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5031065372813322677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-bears-school-work-happens-on.html' title='Little bears school work happens on the weekend'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5446082911408272396</id><published>2009-10-28T09:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:58:00.478Z</updated><title type='text'>The lttle bear is a smelly bear</title><content type='html'>Little bear smells sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like onions smell, or like curries do, or like cheese and onion crisps do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear knows little smells like that because the little bear makes the big bead smell his smelly parts in bed... sometimes big bear wakes up with his nose in a little bears armpit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear has some pen-friends who want little bear to send them his smelly underpants because they like smelly boys. That is a bit silly, because little bear has a shower every day so does not have smelly underpants. At least, he mostly has a shower every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he tells the big bear he has a shower every day, but sometimes the big bear wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear does not think that the little bear will be sending anybody his underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more silly games that the smelly little bear plays with big bear. Sometimes little bear rubs his smelly parts with his hand and chases the big bear around the house with smelly fingers that the big bear does not want to smell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a very silly game, the bears laugh lots and lots.  Luckily for the big one the little bear does not force the big bear to smell his smelly hand. The big bear does force the little bear to wash his hands afterwards very thoroughly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the bears have a snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5446082911408272396?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5446082911408272396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5446082911408272396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/10/lttle-bear-is-smelly-bear.html' title='The lttle bear is a smelly bear'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5346076784781464141</id><published>2009-10-22T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:56:00.356Z</updated><title type='text'>The big bear sleeps in a doggy basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The big bear and the little bear have a big bed in the little bears house that they sleep together in. They have lots and lots of pillows and at least one duvet each. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some times the big bear and the little bears still aren't very good at sleeping together in their big bed. Maybe the big bear has an early morning in the morning, or maybe the little bear has a snuffly nose or some thing like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, then the big bear takes his pillows and his duvet, and he goes to his doggy basket. It is in the window of the bedroom and is on the floor and is like a bed that they have in Japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is harder to snuggle a big bear when he is in his doggy basket. But little bear still snuggles the big one, especially when the big one is in his doggy basket early. Then the little bear comes and sits on the edge of the doggy basket and strokes the big one until the big one goes to sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes the little one needs a snuggling in the night, and then he calls the big one, who comes out of the doggy basket and snuggles the little bear until they both fall asleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5346076784781464141?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5346076784781464141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5346076784781464141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-bear-sleeps-in-doggy-basket.html' title='The big bear sleeps in a doggy basket'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4634299046880504203</id><published>2009-10-16T23:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:09:49.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Secret ways that tells bears that they love each other</title><content type='html'>Big bear and little bear like to tell each other that they love each other. But some times, the bears aren't able to say that they love each other out loud, but they might still want to tell each other that they love each other lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the bears have found a way of telling each other that they do without anyone else knowing a thing. They say four words: "I love you bear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of them saying them with words, they say them by touching each other. And because there are four words they touch each other four times, once for each word. Touch, touch, touch, touch. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of the bears can remember when it happened first or why it did, but it makes them both feel very special. Unless the other bear forgets it is a secret message, but that does not happen very often at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4634299046880504203?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4634299046880504203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4634299046880504203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/10/secret-ways-that-tells-bears-that-they.html' title='Secret ways that tells bears that they love each other'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8650972686762511595</id><published>2009-10-11T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:28:00.518Z</updated><title type='text'>Bigs and Littles bears have beards like velcro</title><content type='html'>When the bears kiss their beards bursh against each other and the hairs tickle each of the bears chins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice when the bears beards rub a bit, so they rub their beards a bit more and it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears get stuck together a little bit, a little bit like velcro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is the beards sticking together that keep the bears with each other after all of this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8650972686762511595?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8650972686762511595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8650972686762511595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/10/bigs-and-littles-bears-have-beards-like.html' title='Bigs and Littles bears have beards like velcro'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7318802252017773177</id><published>2009-10-08T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:59:00.151Z</updated><title type='text'>Living together is not always easy</title><content type='html'>Now that the big and the little living together it is the loveliest thing. They spend lots of time together doing nice things and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big one used to get so mopsey when he was not around the little bear, and when he couldn't hold hands lots and stroke the little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the big and little bear living together all the time there are not so good bits as well as the good bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest bits happen when the bears do not understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of them says something that the other one is a bit sensitive about, and then one of the bears gets a bit upset, and then once one of the bears is a bit upset it all becomes a lot a lot harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes then there are tears and sadness and it is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears then have to work to make it better. Some times it is a while before it gets better, but they do work hard. And snuggling helps make things better again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7318802252017773177?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7318802252017773177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7318802252017773177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-together-is-not-always-easy.html' title='Living together is not always easy'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1848353697714731941</id><published>2009-10-02T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:18:45.429Z</updated><title type='text'>Big and little bear and other Bears</title><content type='html'>There are Bears that are big hairy men who are quite nice to look at.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear and little bear were bears before they knew that there were Bears, but now that they know that there are Bears they are Bears as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people say that to be a Bear you have to look a certain way, but the big and little bears are bears because they like snuggling and things like that, not because they look a certain way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear and little bear have started to make freinds with other types of Bear. There are some nice looking ones and some scary looking ones, but even the scary looking ones tend to be nice ones once you get to know them, underneath all their scary parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Bears they have got to know are also so hairy and a bit cuddly like the big and little one are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Bears are bears like big and little are too. Oh isn't it all very confusing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1848353697714731941?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1848353697714731941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1848353697714731941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-and-little-bear-and-other-bears.html' title='Big and little bear and other Bears'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8117013714680192751</id><published>2009-09-25T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:45:00.564Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear buys the big bear presents all the time</title><content type='html'>Little bear buys the big bear lots of presents all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear has bought the big bear a pair of fancy ear-phones that let him listen to music and things without having any wires any where, they are very clever. The little bear has also got the big bear a washbag from a nice shop, that the big bear can keep all of his washing things in like soap and toothpaste and things. The little bear always remembers to get the big bear presents on his birthdays and special days like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little bear gets the big bear presents it makes the big bear feel all happy and that the little bear loves him lots and lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bear is not so good at remembering to get little bear presents.  He sometimes forgets special days, and is not very good at getting things. The big bear does sometimes get the little bear some flowers from the big shops, but that is not the same as a special washbag. The big bear feels a bit bad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the big bear does make the little bear coffee in the mornings and takes out the bins and helps with the laundry. Oh! And he writes these stories for the little bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8117013714680192751?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8117013714680192751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8117013714680192751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bear-buys-big-bear-presents-all.html' title='Little bear buys the big bear presents all the time'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1240836935647372873</id><published>2009-09-19T08:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:44:00.178Z</updated><title type='text'>Snuggles in the morning</title><content type='html'>Big bear is not very good at getting up in the morning. He has never been good at getting up in the morning, well, not since he discovered staying up late anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is living with little bear he has to get up very early in the morning to get to school. Earlier than he has ever had to get up in his life before, when it is still dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night the big bear sets his alarm clock, and carefully makes sure that he leaves enough time for a little snuggle in the morning. But when the morning comes, big bears good plans somehow do not come through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear starts to give the little one a snuggle, normally a snuggle like a spoon, but sometimes a snuggle like a Rodney-polar-bear, and the snuggle is warm and nice. So the big bear wants to stay there for a bit longer. And snoozes his alarm clock. And sometimes the big bear falls asleep again snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well then the big bear is late. And he has to run around and have a shower as quickly as he can and jump in his bear mobile and head off to school without any breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there is a nice shop where big can get porridge with bananas near his school for breakfast. So he has nice snuggles and a nice breakfast, which are two things that make a big one very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1240836935647372873?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1240836935647372873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1240836935647372873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/09/snuggles-in-morning.html' title='Snuggles in the morning'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8451411375989445481</id><published>2009-09-10T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:04:00.606Z</updated><title type='text'>When big bear and little bear first held hands</title><content type='html'>Before the big bear and the little bear were bears all together they knew each other a little bit. The big bear liked the little bear, and the little bear liked the big bear, but they did not know that they liked each other that way and they were not special friends yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back then the big bear had a house all of his own, with some grannies that lived next door that the big bear talked to. The big bear was busy with his work-school, but he was getting to know the little bear too. One night the little bear and one of his friends came around to the big bears house to watch a film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bears friend sat in a the comfy armchair, and the two bears-to-be sat on the sofa next to each other. It was a scary film, so they all had blankets to hide under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a scary part, and the big bear put out his hand under the blanket on the sofa. And the little bear put out his hand under the blanket on the sofa. And without looking at each other at all not one but oh no... the two hands met each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two hands didn't move away from each other. They stayed there for a while and held each other. And then the scary bit of the film ended, and the hands went back to where they were before, just like nothing had happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears didn't talk about that hand holding for years and years and years. When the bears did talk about it, the little bear told the big bear that  even though they have both had adventures of lots of kinds sine then.... but the holding hands for the first time was one of the biggest adventures and most exciting adventures that the little bears had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made the big bear feel all warm and lovely inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8451411375989445481?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8451411375989445481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8451411375989445481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-big-bear-and-little-bear-first.html' title='When big bear and little bear first held hands'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-371648948038047511</id><published>2009-09-01T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:08:00.194Z</updated><title type='text'>The bears like just being with each other</title><content type='html'>Last night was a nice night. Not very much happened but it was a nice night for the bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very many things happened, but it was a nice night. Big bear got home from school and went past the shops and got nice things to eat for their tea. The big bear got the nicest steaks in the shop and he cooked them very well, because he learned how to cook steaks well from a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the bears had eaten their tea together they watched a bit of television, and set next to each other on the sofa and played on their computers. Then the little bear went into his room and watched television in bed while the big bear played computer games on the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then big bear got ready for bed and as he was falling asleep little bear told him a story, of how he had a lovely evening, even though not much happened, just being with the bear, and eating tea and watching tele and playing computery things. And little bear stroked big bear as he was falling asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-371648948038047511?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/371648948038047511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/371648948038047511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/09/bears-like-just-being-with-each-other.html' title='The bears like just being with each other'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3671257712308033595</id><published>2009-08-25T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:29:00.411Z</updated><title type='text'>The boys in the house where the big bears room is</title><content type='html'>In the house with the room where the big bear stays when he is not with the little bear there also lives a mummy and a daddy and two wee boys, one who is 3 and one who is 5.Big bear likes to talk with the mummy and the daddy in the house, but his favorite is to talk with the wee boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear has spoken with the wee boys on the telephone, but they have not all met each other in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear plays football badly with them, but big bear is good at getting the ball from behind the prickly hedge, so that makes up for it. There is a train line that goes near to the house, and it is fun to watch the trains go past. Big bear especially likes playing with lego, watching the tractors, talking about school, learning to read from the cereal packets, being a chef in the kitchen, playing tag, juggling, and making things out of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to  play games with and makes the big wonder what it would be like for the big and little to have some wee people of their own. But then maybe it would be different if you had little people all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And big bear and little bear can't really even look after their plants, never mind whole other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's maybe just nice enough to play with other peoples wee people sometimes maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3671257712308033595?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3671257712308033595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3671257712308033595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-in-house-where-big-bears-room-is.html' title='The boys in the house where the big bears room is'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3222094004908519636</id><published>2009-08-20T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:32:00.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and little bear's school-work</title><content type='html'>The bears are grown ups and don't go to school any more. But when they go to their jobs they still call it going to school. Some people think that the bears are teachers when they say that, but the bears are not teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just that inside, the bears are not very grown up really. And for the bears, when they have to get up and go into their work it is still like they have to go to school. Which is why they call it going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears are really only grown up on the outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3222094004908519636?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3222094004908519636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3222094004908519636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-and-little-bears-school-work.html' title='Big and little bear&apos;s school-work'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6911230708465511514</id><published>2009-08-17T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:31:00.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes little bear is not very well</title><content type='html'>Little bear is good at being important at his school-work. But he's not very good when he feels ill, like when he gets sniffles and colds and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst thing that happens to a little bear is when his ears get sore. It happens because when he gets ill he gets hot. And when he gets hot, if he is not careful he gets all sweaty. And if he gets all sweaty in bed his pillow gets wet, and the his ears are next to the pillow, and then his ears get wet, and then his ears get sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the little bear has funny shaped ears, so when soreness gets inside his ears it is hard for it to get out. And the little bear is very sensitive about his ears being sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened the other day, and the little bear couldn't go to his school, all day, and he was worried. And then the little bear couldn't go to his school the next day either, and the little bear was even more worried. He was lying in his bed feeling not well, and worrying that the people at his work wouldn't like him any more, and fretting away and getting quite upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little bear went to see his doctor, who told him that everything was really allright and that he shouldn't worry... but this didn't really help. The little bear still felt horrible. And he was upset, because the doctor had told him that there was nothing really wrong with him. Poor little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the little bear slept nicely, and then he met some friends, and was a bit distracted and then felt a bit better. Big bear was very glad that little was feeling better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6911230708465511514?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6911230708465511514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6911230708465511514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-little-bear-is-not-very-well.html' title='Sometimes little bear is not very well'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2577913952374574810</id><published>2009-08-15T00:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:36:00.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bear thinks</title><content type='html'>The big bear got to thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does big bear write these stories because he loves the little bear, or does the big bear love the little bear because he writes these stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear thought and thought about it for a while, but then he got distracted and then he had a wee and then he went to bed, for snuggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2577913952374574810?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2577913952374574810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2577913952374574810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-bear-thinks.html' title='Big Bear thinks'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8791998167960127394</id><published>2009-08-07T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:35:00.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big bears new room</title><content type='html'>Now that big bear and little bear have a house together in the city where the little bear lives, big bear decided that he didn't need to have a big house all of his own in the little town where the big bear works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big bear found himself a new place to live. It is in a house in a field in a village outside the little town were big works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get to the house it is a nice drive in a bear mobile along the fields past the moo cows and the horsies and the sheep and the rabbits and the foxes and the bees and the doggies to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bears room is a small room at the very top of the house in the attic where servants lived. The room has just some nice things in it, a carpet and a bed cover and some nice books that big bear brought. It has a window in the roof above the bed so that the big bear can see the stars from it when he is lying in his bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is lovely with lots of quietness and calmness and relaxingness and big bear sleeps nicely there. There is no bouncy bouncy little bear music, no dancy dancy little bear television, and no little bear sleepy snuffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is because there is no little bear there. Which means that there are no snuggles either.  Which is why the new room is nice, but will never be as good as having a little bear there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8791998167960127394?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8791998167960127394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8791998167960127394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-bears-new-room.html' title='Big bears new room'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6236029118270190809</id><published>2009-07-31T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:24:00.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The little bear does silly things while he is asleep</title><content type='html'>The little bear does silly things when he is asleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, when the Big and the Little bear are falling asleep together the little bear jumps a bit and goes "ooh!" "ooh!". When this happens the big bear strokes him and holds him tight and tells him that it is all going to be allright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is not the funniest thing that the little bear does in his sleep. Sometimes he talks, lots and lots. Sometimes the big can be having a conversation with the little, but really the little was alseep all along and when the morning comes around the little dosen't remember it at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes the littles talking in his sleep isn't conversation talking, but more of a shouting, and swearing. That one can be a bit scary at first, but the little one just needs a stroke and a calming down and everything will be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the funniest thing of all that the little bear does in his sleep is have a shower! Sometimes, especially when the little bear is worrying about work and things, he wakes up and he is in the shower, all wet, and it is still the middle of the night! So he has to dry himself and go back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happened one time when the big bear was there, and the big bear had to get out of bed and walk with the little bear on the way to the shower and tell him it was all alright and put him back in his bed and give him a snuggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little bear is doing less funny things in his sleep. Maybe that is because the big bear is here more for snuggling. Or maybe the little bear is worrying less about his school-work. Or maybe there is less cheese being eaten late at night. Funny little bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6236029118270190809?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6236029118270190809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6236029118270190809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-bear-does-silly-things-while-he.html' title='The little bear does silly things while he is asleep'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3845006467636437011</id><published>2009-07-22T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:25:09.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All about harmonisation</title><content type='html'>When the same things are at big and littles house it is easy. The big can be at the little's house and find just what he needs, and the little can be at the bigs house and find just what needs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes there are things that are at one of the bear's houses but not at the other. Oh dear! Imagine what it is like when a bear goes to do a job or something but finds that the thing that they need is at the wrong house! It can make a bear a very grumpy animal (and that is not nice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the little bear invented harmonisation. Harmonisation means that there are the same things at both houses so that there is no problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that have been harmonised are: soap, toothpase, toothbrushes, pants, griddle pans, rice cookers. Lots of ingredients are harmonised. It can get all rather complicated makings sure everything is in the right place. You can imagine what it is like when a bear comes home to cook some rice but dosen't have a rice cooker can't you. Deary me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the bears are getting good at harmonisation so that everything is easy, and the bears don't have to worry about where they are at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear is a little bit worried about what will happen when the bears have one house to all the ingredients and the rice cookers and things. But then, that can be a worry for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3845006467636437011?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3845006467636437011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3845006467636437011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-about-harmonisation.html' title='All about harmonisation'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8760341939243935942</id><published>2009-07-05T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:35:18.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big bear read a story to the little bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Big bear went to one of his freinds houses. And she was telling the big bear all about a story that she liked to listen to when she was just a little girl. It sounded like a lovely story, all about strange plants and strange animals with strange names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big Bear decided to learn more about the story, so he went away and he read all about the story, and he got a copy of it saved to his little mobile telephoney thing, so that he could read it to himself. He was very proud of himself for doing that. He practiced and practiced reading the story so he could get it perfect for the Little Bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time Big Bear and Little Bear were snuggled up in bed, Little Bear asked big bear if big bear could tell him a story. And Big Bear was (for one time) prepared with a lovely story! The Big bear put on his best storytelling voice, and the Little Bear liked the story lots and lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Bear imagined lots of the different types of animals in the different type of world. Mostly Little Bear imagined that the animals were like a type of hairy moo-cow. It made both of the bears very happy (along with the lovely snuggles they had).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Bear hasn't told his freind that he borrowed their story. Big is worried that she would think that he was a silly bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, she probably already knows that much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8760341939243935942?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8760341939243935942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8760341939243935942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-bear-read-story-to-little-bear.html' title='Big bear read a story to the little bear'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3519332205875539124</id><published>2009-06-10T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:29:01.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bigs is proud of littles tidying his room at his mummy and daddy's house</title><content type='html'>At the littleses mummy and daddy's house littleses room is still there, even though he has not lived in it for years and years. And his room is full of lots of stuff and things that he keeps there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been lots of talks of the not very nice kind had about littleses keeping all his stuff there, because his mummy and daddy kind of wanted to use the storage space, which makes sense to the big bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the lb's mummy asked him to tidy it all up when the lb and the bb were staying there. Bb was worried that there would be more talks... but there wasn't at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a bit of help from the BB the LB went through all of the drawers, and all of the cupboards, and all of the shelves, and threw out piles and piles and piles of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the litte bear also found some stuff that was important to him which he was able to tell thig bigs all about. And the big bear loved the stories that the littleses told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took the special things home to their house to keep in a special place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this from a little bear who isn't normally good at tidying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3519332205875539124?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3519332205875539124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3519332205875539124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/06/bigs-is-proud-of-littles-tidying-his.html' title='bigs is proud of littles tidying his room at his mummy and daddy&apos;s house'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7259691513564303764</id><published>2009-06-02T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:33:55.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and little maybe sleep together in a small bed</title><content type='html'>The bears went to visit family in another place&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They only got a little bed, to sleep in, only about as big as a double bed, and so the bears were a bit worried about whether they would sleep alright in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the first night they were staying there they snuggled each other all night long and slept in each others arms and it was lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then the bears were tired the following day, and the big bear had to work hard not to be a moody grumpy big bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the second night the bears were snuggled most of the night. They slept holding each other for so long and the cuddles were lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they were very tired the following day. The big bear was really very moody and sat in the corner and drank coffee until he was acceptable again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the third night there was a bit of a snuggle, which was lovely but the bigsis slept on the floor for most of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they were still tired the following day (especially the big bear).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the fourth night the bears left their family that they were staying with and went home. They slept back in their great big enormous bed and they both slept well and had lots of snuggles too, and were not tired the following day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the bears are still not too good at sleeping in the same bed together, but that's ok, because they love each other lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7259691513564303764?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7259691513564303764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7259691513564303764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-and-little-maybe-sleep-together-in.html' title='Big and little maybe sleep together in a small bed'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8502884777366130444</id><published>2009-05-16T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:55:01.497Z</updated><title type='text'>little bear does sleepy portalling some times</title><content type='html'>The little bear likes to stay up late, all of the time. He never goes to sleep in the day, no not little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the little bear does get quite tired. Then he sits on the sofa, all comfy, maybe slouched down a bit, and closes his eyes, like he is having a think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things go all slow for the little bear then, and he dosen't like to talk a lot. If you ask if he is awake he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmyesmmmI'mmmawakemmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a funny little voice that sounds like someone who is asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear has experimented like a scientist on the little bear when he is like this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear tried prodding the little bear first with his finger. The little bear made funny moaning noises and told the big to go away because he is awake and does not need prodding. Then when the big carried on the little got quite uppity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigs discovered that the best thing to do is agree that the little bear is awake, but bring him some blankets and some nice pillows and maybe take him through to the bedroom and lie him down for a nice cuddle. Not for a sleep, no, just to make him comfy while he's awake, you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because little bears always stay up late, and never, ever, sleep in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8502884777366130444?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8502884777366130444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8502884777366130444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-bear-does-sleepy-portalling-some.html' title='little bear does sleepy portalling some times'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1142544409839855424</id><published>2009-05-08T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:50:25.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Big and little always argue in the car</title><content type='html'>It is a strange thing that the big and the little always argue in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is about important things, but some times it is not. The last time that they were a bit argue-y in the car they were talking about the little bear's work. And the big bear was making suggestions but the little bear thought that the big bear was being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they talked about it, both big bear and little bear realised that they were both a bit sensitive sometimes, and that saying sorry and trying to make it better was very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily when big bear hit the car this time he didn't break anything. Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1142544409839855424?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1142544409839855424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1142544409839855424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-and-little-always-argue-in-car.html' title='Big and little always argue in the car'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8173296354505286327</id><published>2009-04-28T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:01:02.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear decided to have a big big party</title><content type='html'>Little bear was not at a special age yet. So he wanted to have a party to celebrate that he was not quite yet a special age. The bears set a special date to invite lots of freinds around to their house to have a good time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They used a clever internet site to tell everyone and even though little bear was worried that no-one would come, pretty soon there were lots of people that had said that they would be there, so he stopped worrying so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear and little bear decided that it should be a princess party, because little bear can be a princess sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went to nice things for the party like great big pizzas and funny nutty sweety things and nibbles and a crate of grown up juice and some lemonade and princess things. When they were in the car there was a bit of a nasty thing and an argument happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big bear had forgotten something, so the big bear was grumpy, and the little bear was cross and then the big bear was cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big bear is not very good when he is cross. The bit of the car with the dint in it will probably be ok, and the big bears hand only hurt for a day or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before they knew it one of the bears was in the car and the other bear was in the museum and the other bear was driving off home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not very good and the big bear and the little bear had to have a talk about when they get cross with each other. And the big bear has to not be so bad when he is cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even then they couldn't find any princess things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next day they went shopping for princess things, but the big bear was a bit wobbly and silly, from the arguing the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the big bear could feel too sorry for himself, the party was happening, and all the people were around. The big bear was the host so the little bear could enjoy himself and have lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very exciting party with lots of people, and lots and lots of fun. So much fun that little bear got quite "tired". Luckily the big one was able to look after little when little was tired and tuck him up into bed all nice and warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once little bear was all asleep nicely big bear went downstairs and made sure everyone had a nice time before they went home afterwards, but big bear was still feeling a bit silly inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big bear felt better once things were tidied up in the house after the party, and everything was in order again, and the bears were definitely friends. Funny things are big bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8173296354505286327?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8173296354505286327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8173296354505286327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-bear-decided-to-have-big-big.html' title='Little bear decided to have a big big party'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8117745797226569865</id><published>2009-04-22T05:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:49:02.164Z</updated><title type='text'>The Animal Game</title><content type='html'>The bears have invented a new game, where one of the bears names an animal and the other bear has to be that animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigsis favorite is when Littlesis is a beaver, littlses loves it when the big is a buffalo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big is a buffalo he makes his eyes really big and pretends to chew the cud and blinks with big blinks, blink blink blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and Little also play at being elephants, penguings, snails, giraffes. The bears love it and laugh a lot because it is silly and not very grown up, but then the bears aren't really grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the big bears do like doing silly things, and it is ok because no-one is watching. And they snuggle lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8117745797226569865?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8117745797226569865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8117745797226569865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/04/animal-game.html' title='The Animal Game'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8759735158675062389</id><published>2009-04-18T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:51:00.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear writes a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love my big bear tra lar lar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so snuggly and covered in hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he falls asleep he's like a puppy dog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much so that i'll give him a sloppy big SNOG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lb x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8759735158675062389?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8759735158675062389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8759735158675062389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-bear-writes-poem.html' title='Little bear writes a poem'/><author><name>B B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547976329812780809</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2281324082877143702</id><published>2009-04-15T15:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:16:01.407Z</updated><title type='text'>Today bigs and littles went and lay on the beach in the sun</title><content type='html'>Bigs and Littles are on holiday in the lakes. All of little bears family is there which as you will know is a bit of a truma for the big bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big and the little bear decided to escape. Big bear made the lunch, and packed a bag, and little bear drove the car. When they got to the lake it was very busy, with lots of people, but the bears were clever ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went down a place where it was hard to get to and where no-one else was, and they walked for a little bit to find a secret place. There there was a nice beachy place, and the sun was shing down and it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear took off all of his clothes (other than his pants) and lay in the sun. Little bear kept all of his clothes on, but then little bear does feel the cold more than the big one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate their lunch together and little bear stroked the big bears chest, and they had a snuggle and there were no worries about anything in the world, and it was perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2281324082877143702?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2281324082877143702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2281324082877143702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-bigs-and-littles-went-and-lay-on.html' title='Today bigs and littles went and lay on the beach in the sun'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3440918473026388611</id><published>2009-04-11T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:35:00.452Z</updated><title type='text'>The things the bears notice when they go to places</title><content type='html'>Often the bears go to places in their bear-mobiles. Big and little bears look out of the windows when they do. Little bears looks at the road and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear looks at trees and things, and the clouds in the sky and birds and nice houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear knows how to get to places, and looks at the road and the road signs and where places are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But big bear ever does look at things like signs, and bigsis is surprised when little bear knows where to go. The big bear just can't understand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that as the little and the big hang around each other, the big bear is getting a bit better at noticing where he is going in the car, and the little is looking more at trees and things. And that is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3440918473026388611?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3440918473026388611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3440918473026388611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-bears-notice-when-they-go-to.html' title='The things the bears notice when they go to places'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8263529266584831722</id><published>2009-03-16T19:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:21:56.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Big bears glasses</title><content type='html'>Big bear has glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big bear was just a little boy, he was at school, and he got in trouble for being cheeky at school, but the big bear's daddy had an idea that the reason that the big bear was cheeky was because he couldn't see the things at the front of the class. And big's daddy was right! Big's had thought that when everyone saw the world that they saw it as all blurry, but when he got the glasses he realised that things in the world had sharp edges, what fuzzyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bigs wore glasses for years and years and years until he met the little bear. And the little bear thought that it might be a good idea to try big bear wearing contact lenses. So the big one got some contact lenses. And with them, he discovered that he could wear them when he was going to the gym and doing all sorts of things that he wouldn't be able to see things properly with before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny to have contact lenses to begin with, because even though the big liked not having glasses, he liked being able to hide behind them in a way. And lots of people didn't recognise him without his old glasses at all, which was funny, and made big bear wonder how much people really look at other people most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while though, the big bear got used to the contact lenses. And then after he was used to not wearing glasses he got to feeling just as confident with them in as with glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's much easier to snuggle without glasses on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8263529266584831722?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8263529266584831722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8263529266584831722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bears-glasses.html' title='Big bears glasses'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4844797290807487013</id><published>2009-03-10T22:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:59:00.587Z</updated><title type='text'>big bear and little bear have cigars</title><content type='html'>On special occasions, like birthdays and things like that, the big bear and little bear have cigars and smoke them outside, great big cigars that come in tubes and are against the law in places where lots of people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cigars make nice smells and they are a bit suggestive and they make the bigs and littles feel a bit like they are old school gangsters and they make the big bear and little bear like grown ups and everything with great big enormous clouds of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bear particularly likes the smells that they make, little bear particularly likes the nicotine hit (and the big bear likes that too if he is honest). It makes big bears head go all whooo-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both the big bear and the little bear the decadance is what makes them fun as well! Spending lots of money on something that comes around the world had has to be stored in special boxes before being burnt into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all when they have cigars big and little get to go outside and talk to each other and be with each other, which is the nicest bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4844797290807487013?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4844797290807487013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4844797290807487013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bear-and-little-bear-have-cigars.html' title='big bear and little bear have cigars'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3894003337690670953</id><published>2009-03-04T21:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:32:00.198Z</updated><title type='text'>little bear has taught the big one to swim</title><content type='html'>Big bear was afraid of swimming, because he had glasses, and was worried that he would mess things up because he couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was growing up, he was in a swimming pool and couldn't see, other than when he was close up to people. And there was someone in the pool with the same coloured hair as his mummy, and wearing the same colour of swimming costume as his mummy, and he walked right up close to her looking at her swimming costume but it wasn't his mummy, so he was ashamed and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was one time when the big bear was a little boy and he was with his school going swimming. And the big bear was getting changed in the changing rooms with the other boys. Well, the big bear was the first in his class to start turning into a man. And he was the only boy in his class to have a little thing happen that happens to American boys a lot but not to European boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boys in the changing room looked at the big bear, and pointed at the parts that are normally underneath his pants, and they laughed a lot. The big bear put on a brave face, but really, underneath it all he was upset. And he was upset for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for lots of really quite emotional reasons, not so much because he isn't a very co-ordinated thimg, the big bear was not good at swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big bear told the little bear about it, and the little bear understood and was nice to the big bear. But the little bear also knew that swimming is very good for bears, and helps them to lose some of their extra tummy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little bear took the big bear swimming, and gave him lots of help. And the first time the big bear mumped and moaned lots. But the little bear was very encouraging, and didn't give up. And after a few times, the big bear was a bit better at swimming and a bit less grumpy. And then after a few more times the big bear was able to go swimming by himself and that was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times the little bear helps the big bear be better at being a bear. Maybe there is a story about how big bear makes the little bear a better bear too, but that is for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3894003337690670953?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3894003337690670953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3894003337690670953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bear-has-taught-big-one-to-swim.html' title='little bear has taught the big one to swim'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4251616949405009407</id><published>2009-02-28T22:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:41:24.170Z</updated><title type='text'>some time bigs needs quiet time by himself</title><content type='html'>Big bear was around at the little bears family house. Everyone was watching a dvd and singing along, all of the family. There was lots of noise and hotness and not a little bit of grown-up juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear was feeling all a bit beyond himself, like he needed some cool and peace and quiet so he went upstairs to chill out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little bear was worried because big bear had vanished away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then little bears mumy was worried too, and shouted up the stairs to check that big bear was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But big bear just wanted some quiet and coolness and a rest, cos he was a  a bit hot and a bit not-had-a-non-alcoholic-drink-for 48-hours! And it was past big's usual bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it lovely how little bear worries about the big one. Maybe some times the little bear would have gone upstairs and made the big bear come downstairs, but once the big bear sent the little bear a message to say that was ok, little bear was alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bear thinks that the little bear is getting better about understanding when the big bear needs time by himself, which is lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4251616949405009407?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4251616949405009407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4251616949405009407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-time-bigs-needs-quiet-time-by.html' title='some time bigs needs quiet time by himself'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8593640959314901831</id><published>2009-02-22T23:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:08:00.597Z</updated><title type='text'>bins and computers</title><content type='html'>Big and little bear have different jobs around the house. Big bear takes out the bins from the house and does the ironing of the shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bear takes care of the electricity and the computers and things like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear could never cope without the little bear to fix his electronics. Without little bear he would have a pile of expensive black boxes that he wouldn't be able to do anything with in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If big was not there to take out the bins and iron the shirts things would get rather messy and smelly and crumpled pretty quicky in little bears house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear gets a bit frustrated when little dosen't take out the bins. And when big can't work his technology little gets a bit frustrated too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dosen't matter how long the bears are together, they still do things quite differently, and maybe even see the world in a different way. Isn't it funny how two differing things like that can get along and love each other so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8593640959314901831?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8593640959314901831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8593640959314901831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/02/bins-and-computers.html' title='bins and computers'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4970604708918531421</id><published>2009-02-17T11:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:10:00.457Z</updated><title type='text'>squeezing of spots is contraversial</title><content type='html'>Big bear likes to sqeeze spots. It is a bit funny, and some people think that it is a bit of a nasty thing to do, but there we go. That is the way that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes (but not very often, oh no) big bear sees a spot on little bear's back. Oh and then something funny happens. Big bear gets an irresistable urge to squeeze the spot. And unless the spot is removed from view, bigs will give it a great big squeeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the little bear tells off the big bear, and big bear is a bit sad. But he still can't resist a squeeze sometimes. And then the little bear spanks the big bear hard, which the big bear dosen't like, but is not too serious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes instead, the little bear asks the big bear to give his back a lovely scratch, and that is something that both of the bears like, and dosen't make anyone get annoyed. But big bear does still not think that it it as good as squeezing a spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4970604708918531421?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4970604708918531421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4970604708918531421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/02/squeezing-of-spots-is-contraversial.html' title='squeezing of spots is contraversial'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4299314569998130436</id><published>2009-02-14T21:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:49:01.126Z</updated><title type='text'>stories that the bears tell each other when they can't sleep</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, but not very often, the big bears and the little bears can't sleep. They lie there, and they have a snuggle, and then close their eyes, and have a glass of water, and go to the toilet, and count sheep, but they still can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they tell each other stories. They tell each other stories about a a bear, a bear who was walking through the woods. The stories are the same a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bear was walking through the woods, he was feeling all a bit lonely, and he was playing with the piles of leaves. And all of a sudden in one pile of leaves guess what he found! He found another bear to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point the story can go different ways, depending on what happens, but in the end the two bears live happily ever after and love each other lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that works and the bears fall straight asleep, but more often than not, little bear ends up watching an episode of freinds, and big bear plays on the internet. Which is much less lovely and sweet and cuddly and warm, but gets them to fall asleep more quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4299314569998130436?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4299314569998130436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4299314569998130436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/02/stories-that-bears-tell-each-other-when.html' title='stories that the bears tell each other when they can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2823710209992352491</id><published>2009-02-08T23:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:41:00.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Snuggling like teddy bears</title><content type='html'>Little bear snuggles the big like a teddy bear. Even if big bear isn't ready for that! Little reaches over in the bed and squeezes the big bear and pulls him very close and kisses him on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds lovely dosen't it, however, when the big bear is tired and going to sleep, that can be a bit of a frustrating thing for a big bear, because when a big bear is tired he goes particularly grumpy. Isn't that silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a bit little bear says he is going to go to sleep, and rolls over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the silliest thing happens. The big bear snuggles the little bear like HE is the teddy bear. And the big bear likes that a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2823710209992352491?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2823710209992352491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2823710209992352491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/02/snuggling-like-teddy-bears.html' title='Snuggling like teddy bears'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-215869626481139169</id><published>2009-02-02T01:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:16:00.982Z</updated><title type='text'>how many polar bears are there in the lb's house</title><content type='html'>There are lots of polar bears in the little bears house. Lots and lots of them!&lt;br /&gt;First of all there is Rodney, who you probably already know about. He is a baby polar bear, but quite a big one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Garfunkel, who lives behind the bed head for some funny reason. He sits with two legs on on side of the bed head board, and two legs on the other side of it, and looks over the bears while they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also Snowy, who is the smallest of the bears. He as given to lb by some of his freinds who knew how much the lb loved polar bears. Snowy sits in the hallway upstairs and keeps an ey on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn is a polar bear that was got for the lb by his mumy and daddy for christmas one year. Bjorn is awfully squishy and especially nice to give a great big squeeze to.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there are three ones in a family made of pottery. They live in the plants in the loungue, and look out at the world from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear asked little bear why he liked polar bears. And he said that he didn't know. Bigs thinks that littles likes them because he is a little soppy thing inside really, but don't tell anybody. Tee hee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-215869626481139169?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/215869626481139169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/215869626481139169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-many-polar-bears-are-there-in-lbs.html' title='how many polar bears are there in the lb&apos;s house'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3310361854237738209</id><published>2009-01-20T11:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:46:00.599Z</updated><title type='text'>The Bears seem to be spending a lot of time with their families</title><content type='html'>The bears may be a bit old for going on holiday with their families, but they do seem to be doing it an awful lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the summer time they went on a family holdiday with lots of people. It was a nice cheap holiday to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears went on holiday with nieces who are fun to play games with. With grandparents like to talk about things but are not very well sometimes because they are a bit old. With brothers bring kites (but the bears got a better one after he had gone home). And with sisters and brothers in law are, well, a bit boring, and sit there and read newspapers a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that it rained. So the neices and the grandparents and the brothers and the sisters and the brothers in law stayed inside and had a picnic in the house. But it was a small house, and everyone got under everyone elses feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was nice enough, they all went for a nice boat ride that the little bear organised, and it was lots of fun for the little bear and the neices, but granny and grandad were feeling a bit queasy in the boat, and big bear was bored so he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did all enjoy going for afternoon teas though, in nice posh hotels, with cucumber sandwiches with their crusts cut off. Oh bears do like food, and so do bears families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come the in the middle of the winter time the bears went and stayed with little bears mum and dad at their house, and little bears brother came to stay, and it was all very lovely. Apart from the times when little bears brother and little bears mum were both in the kitchen together. At those times they both had to do things their way (a bit like a little bear!) and neither of them would back down (a bit like little bear too). Thank goodness little bear wasn't in the kitchen as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that when the bears got home from all these family things they were so so tired from all the fun that they had had. Maybe next time the bears will go on holiday without so many people from the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3310361854237738209?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3310361854237738209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3310361854237738209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/01/bears-seem-to-be-spending-lot-of-time.html' title='The Bears seem to be spending a lot of time with their families'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8550042078376227111</id><published>2009-01-15T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:47:01.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Bear writes this for the Little Bear but he dosen't really read this</title><content type='html'>Yes, when the big bear writes these stories, he is thinking about how much he loves the little bear. It is nice whe the little bear reads them, but it is ok if he dosen't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, you are reading these stories, so that is all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8550042078376227111?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8550042078376227111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8550042078376227111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-bear-writes-this-for-little-bear.html' title='Big Bear writes this for the Little Bear but he dosen&apos;t really read this'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7960068512709709746</id><published>2009-01-10T09:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:21:10.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Rodney, Krokodil and Flodhaast</title><content type='html'>Rodney is a large polar bear, he came home with the big bear one time when the little bear was doing lots of work at home, and the big bear couldn't be there to look after the little bear or to snuggle, so that the little bear could snuggle Rodney instead. That was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and little bear sometimes shop in a big blue shop that sells things for the house. The shop has nice meatballs and chips that the little bear has, while the big one has the salad. Well in that shop there were some crocoldile cuddly things, called Krokidol. Well, there was one of them that looked at little bear in a particular way, so they took him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, that was the same day that little bears granny who he loved a lot died. Little bear cuddled Krokodil a lot that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flodhast is one of the newest toys, one that came from the big blue shop as well. Flodhast is a hippo. Hippos are the most dangerous animals in Africa, big one read, but in the shop Flodhast was so lovely, with big eyes and pink spots that he came him home with the bear. Flodhast is Krocodil's best freind and keeps him company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the animals are lovely, they do cause some trouble. When the bears are out of the house they run around and play lots. In the week when big bear is away at his house far away, they mess up the house. They take lots of glasses of milk upstairs and leave them around in the bedroom, and they take little bears pants and socks and spread them all around the house. Thank goodness big bear comes and tidys them up at the weekends with little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly they are nice cuddly animals for the bears to snuggle. And while they are not the same to snuggle as a bear, at least they don't wiggle in the night or make snuffling noises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7960068512709709746?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7960068512709709746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7960068512709709746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/01/rodney-krokodil-and-flodhaast.html' title='Rodney, Krokodil and Flodhaast'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2035859778269772042</id><published>2009-01-05T12:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:20:00.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Lickey eybrow</title><content type='html'>At night-time the bears often have their loveliest snuggles. Then they are all tired and warm and they just lie very close together and do not think of anything other than how much they love each other and how lovely it is to be close and nice and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the little bear snuggles into the big bears chest, sometimes they wiggle about a bit, and sometimes the big bear snuggles into the little one's chest. The big bear likes them all, but especially the last one. Big bear can tuck himself up under the little's chin, and then there is little bear all round the big one on every side and it feels so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little bear kisses the big bear on his forehead, and the big one knows that the little one loves him lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, just when it is all lovely, the little bear starts licking things! He starts licking the big bears eyebrow! It is very funy, a bit wet, and slippy, and feels very tickly. The little bear likes the way that it feels, to have the hairy eyebrow in his mouth, to taste it and thing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the big one though it is awfully tickly, and tends to wake the big bear up from the sleepy cuddlyness. But it is ok, because big knows that it means little loves him. And little dosen't do it that often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2035859778269772042?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2035859778269772042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2035859778269772042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2009/01/lickey-eybrow.html' title='Lickey eybrow'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6028791638555049399</id><published>2008-12-30T11:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:48:49.068Z</updated><title type='text'>big bear and little bear have different relationships with their families</title><content type='html'>When little bear is at his family, littles is in control, and he knows what will be happening and when it will be happening, because he kindof makes sure that it happens when he wants it to! And that is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigs isn't in control of what happens when he is at home with his family. He just kindof goes along with that happens and things happen and everyone talks about what they would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both big and little think that it is the right way to be with their families, but maybe there isn't a right way to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but the big bear still thinks his is the right way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should the bears deal with things when they are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that what they do is ok really. They talk about it for a while and remember that they love each other, then get together and have a snuggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6028791638555049399?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6028791638555049399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6028791638555049399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-bear-and-little-bear-have-different.html' title='big bear and little bear have different relationships with their families'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5195183780921446556</id><published>2008-12-27T09:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:52:01.281Z</updated><title type='text'>Big bear is getting a little bit less big</title><content type='html'>Big bear went to see his doctors again. And the doctor got the big one and got him onto the wheighing scales to see how much he was smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big bear was smaller. It turns out that the big bear had lost lots of bigness. If it was water, there would be enough water to fill three bottles of water. And not the small bottles of water either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all the times that the big bear didn't eat the chips, and had the healthy sandwiches or salads for lunch were adding up, and it was very pleasing. Maybe, if the big bear keeps on being good, he wil keep on getting a bit littler, and then maybe he won't get things like sore feet and headaches when he special-sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And big bear can keep on going to the gym and lifting wheights, and then people will look at big bear and he will be handsome and woofy, and that will make him pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny being a big bear getting littler. He's not worried about getting too little though, beacause it is a time of year when bigs normally eats LOTS. Oh dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5195183780921446556?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5195183780921446556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5195183780921446556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-bear-is-getting-little-bit-less-big.html' title='Big bear is getting a little bit less big'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6101395403323322226</id><published>2008-12-23T13:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:52:33.262Z</updated><title type='text'>big bears and little bears get nice new smells</title><content type='html'>Big bear and little bear were looking around the shops. They came across a small shop that was very purple, and sold lots of nice smelly things. There they met a nice new man, who was able to tell them all about nice smells that he had in his shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice man got each of the bears to sit down seperately, and try all of the smells, until they each found a smell that they liked. Some of th smells were were exotic and some of them were flowery and some of them were like churches and all sorts of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end big bear went for one that smells like limes and nice leaethery things and little bear went for on that smells like a love potion, which is a very nice smell, and the two smells go together very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you see a big or little bear, give them a sniff, and see what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6101395403323322226?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6101395403323322226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6101395403323322226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-bears-and-little-bears-get-nice-new.html' title='big bears and little bears get nice new smells'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4389756733423132212</id><published>2008-12-20T21:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:53:43.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Which is the biggest princess, is it big bear or little bear?</title><content type='html'>The other day Big Bear got a bit grumpy. He got grumpy because little bear asked him to pack his luggage for a weekend that they were having away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very lovely weekend away, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was big bear packing up and grump grump grump. Because little bear had told him to pak the bag. And it was all a bit traumatic. Big bear stamped his feet and made all sorts of noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while he calmed down. And little bear pointed out that normally big bear quite likes to pack the bags. And big bear remembered that he did, quite a bit. And bid bear felt quite silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while normally little bear is the biggest princess, big bear can be one as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4389756733423132212?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4389756733423132212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4389756733423132212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/12/which-is-biggest-princess-is-it-big.html' title='Which is the biggest princess, is it big bear or little bear?'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5335776150184732766</id><published>2008-12-05T20:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:55:48.216Z</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bear Is Getting Funny Headaches</title><content type='html'>Now. Sometimes the big bear does grown up things. Games that grownups play with other grownups. And in these games, well, near the end of these games, grownups get a funny feeling, that some people say is a bit like a sneeze. But it is not at all like a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the big bear had a headache right at that moment. It was like the big bears head is in a vice and someone is squeezing on it really hard, and it is going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't burst. After a while the headache went away, but big bear was a bit worried and called the doctor on the phone, who told him not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then big bear had one of the things that is not a sneeze again, and got another headache, that was bad. And the headache kind of stayed on a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big bear and the little bear were a bit worried. The little bear wasn't able to concentrate at his school because he was so worried, and his eyes went all wide like a panda-bears. And the big bear was not least worried because the little bear told him that he was not allowed to have any not-sneezing until he had seen his doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big one is going to see his doctor tomorrow and tell him all about it. Luckily he knows his doctor quite well, so he might be able to help with it a bit. Perhaps the doctor will tell the big bear to see another doctor that knows about headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time the Big bear does not not-seeze very often. But big bear is funny and now that he is not allowed to Big bear quite wants to not-sneeze. So he hopes it can be fixed soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5335776150184732766?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5335776150184732766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5335776150184732766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-bear-is-getting-funny-headaches.html' title='The Big Bear Is Getting Funny Headaches'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-131679268277122498</id><published>2008-11-26T11:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:56:44.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Big and little have a house now!</title><content type='html'>Well, little bear had a flatmate, who he lived with. But the flatmate stopped being a clever doctor and has gome to become a clever manager person my doing another degree. The bears think that she will probably get an even cleverer job somewhere and be able to buy lots of things, and they are maybe a bit jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is ok, because as the lovely flatmate has moved out the Bears now have their own house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears have wanted a house of their own for so long, it was so exciting when it came along and they could have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend, they went to a big blue very confusing shop that sells things for houses that turn out to cost more than you thought they would. They had lots of fun! They went around and around, and chose some new tables and things for downstairs, to turn the old drying room into a nice place where they can sit and look at things. The bears like looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bears sat in the chairs in the new sitting and looking at things room, and went through all of little bears letters. Little bear had a lot a lot of letters! Some of them they kept, some more of them they tore up into little peices, but most of them they just threw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs in the bears bedroom they made a bed for the cuddly toys, Rodney, Krokodil and Flodhaast (which you might find out about another time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they tidied up the whole house and it was all so so lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But big bear had to start paying the money to the landlord as well as little bear. Which means that there is not so much money to buy the little bear presents all the time. But that is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all it is lovely for the bears to have a house together... even if the big bear does still live far far away for most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-131679268277122498?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/131679268277122498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/131679268277122498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-and-little-have-house-now.html' title='Big and little have a house now!'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4077400442079690012</id><published>2008-10-24T08:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:57:31.155Z</updated><title type='text'>Little has big round eyes</title><content type='html'>Little has been looking at the bear with big round eyes quite a lot. This is because he is worried about the big bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bear worries about the big one a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worries when the big bear drives his big bearmobile dodgem car into the back of a shiny red alfa romeo (oops, went big bear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worries when big bear gets the snuffles and a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worries when big bear forgets where he put his keys, and his wallet, and his telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear things about things in lots of detail. Bigs just bumbles along and gets on with things and thinks about how the clouds are pretty and the snow is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bear thinks that the little bear does look so so little with his big round eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4077400442079690012?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4077400442079690012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4077400442079690012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-has-big-round-eyes.html' title='Little has big round eyes'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3687909778333030346</id><published>2008-08-12T09:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:06:00.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LB takes the BB for walkies</title><content type='html'>Little Bear has decided to take the big bear for walkies. It is a bit like walking a puppy, but when you are walking a Big Bear you only do it once a day, and there is no poop to clean up, but there is a bit more moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears went for their first walk yesterday. They went for miles and miles and miles (sortof, well, maybe one mile) around the old railway lines that are now footpaths near little's house. As they were going along a pretty footpath, they saw  a lady walking her doggy, and both the lady and the doggy looked very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady threw the doggies ball high up into the air. And the doggy ran after it, and jumped up to get it... but the ball fell over the wall into the bushes at the other side of the path. And the lady and the doggy did not look so happy any more. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady looked at the wall, and tried to reach over it, but couldn't. LB and BB looked at each other, and went along to help. LB collected the ball, and gave it to the doggy, who was called Harry. BB threw the ball and Harry brought it back and it was good. The lady gave LB and BB a treat for Harry, and he ate the treats off their hands, and was very happy, and wagged his tail lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BB threw the ball again, and Harry ran off all excited, but BB had misjudged, and the ball had gone over the fence on the other side of the path. And this fence was too high to climb over. Oh no - silly big bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the lady was clever, and knew a way to walk round the houses to get the ball, so everybody walked around, and Harry was very pleased when he found his ball again for the second time and wagged his tail lots and lots. The lady thought that LB and BB should get a doggy like Harry, but BB was still not so sure about the looking after and the walking and the poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bears went home, feeling good about doing a nice thing for the day, and making some new friends even if they did lose the ball as well themselves. And BB forgot that he was doing excercise at all. Perhaps walks are not quite so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3687909778333030346?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3687909778333030346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3687909778333030346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/08/lb-takes-bb-for-walkies.html' title='LB takes the BB for walkies'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8464692047852306742</id><published>2008-08-07T11:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:58:47.586Z</updated><title type='text'>The big bears doctor has told him to get smaller</title><content type='html'>The big bear went to see his doctor the other day. His doctor is dishy, and is called Nick, has run the London Marathon, and is younger than BB (which BB finds a bit strange but that is another story for another day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick the doctor looked BB up and down and told him that if he stayed the same shape he was sure that he would get diabetes at some time in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BB said, is that the disease that gets your legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, said Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes, and your liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BB said oh, I kindof like having those parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, said Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should do exercise, maybe to a goal, lets try and lose 10% over 12 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big bear got home and told the little bear, the little bear looked worried, and a bit upset with big round eyes. He looked at the big bear and he said; I love you, you can't not be well, I don't know what I would do if you were not well, I don't know what I would do at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little bear and the big bear started eating only healthy things. The little bear helped the big bear to cut out almost all of something called satfat, and they got one of those lean mean grilling things which are a bit like expensive sandwich toasters. And both of the bears started to feel a bit thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the LB looked at the BB with big round eyes and the BB knew that the LB was worrying about the BB. Underneath it all LB is really quite a little bear, and needs a BB to look after him, you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8464692047852306742?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8464692047852306742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8464692047852306742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-bears-doctor-has-told-him-to-get.html' title='The big bears doctor has told him to get smaller'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5533197782600623718</id><published>2008-07-30T11:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:59:40.676Z</updated><title type='text'>bb's daddy and weddings and god and things</title><content type='html'>Bigs's daddy and lb and bb had a talk. It was a talk about whether God liked people that were like bb and lb and liked snuggling even though they were boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bb daddy said that God's book said that it wasn't right for boys to snuggle like the bb and the lb do. He said that only boys and girls should snuggle-in-a-special-way, and then only when they are properly married (although he did not say it quite like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made the bb sad, because snuggling feels so lovely and nice and wonderful and bb thought and he couldn't understand how anyone could think that snuggling is a bad thing, or why they would think that it was a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the bb daddy told a story about one time when two boys liked each other and decided not to snuggle anyway because they believed in the book, which was a big thing to give up. But then some other people that also believed in the book still didn't like it, and still said that they were wrong, and that doesn't make sense at all. The boys had given up snuggles which are the most wonderful thing and must be hard to give up in order to do the right thing, but they were still told that they had done the wrong thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb's daddy said that he thought that this was very sad, and the lb and the bb agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the BB daddy said that really, he was more worried that some people don't even think that God is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard for the BB. Because he is not sure he can think that God is there if God doesn't like snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not told his daddy that part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5533197782600623718?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5533197782600623718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5533197782600623718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/07/bbs-daddy-and-weddings-and-god-and.html' title='bb&apos;s daddy and weddings and god and things'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1131613145396793000</id><published>2008-07-12T11:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:00:03.091Z</updated><title type='text'>It is nice when people say nice things</title><content type='html'>Big was pottering about one day when he got an email in his mail box thing. It was an email from a man from Seattle, which is a long way away from the LB and the BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in Seattle wrote and said that he liked the stories that bigs wrote because he had a little bear and the blog reminded of him of his little bear in their place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny. Perhaps there are bears that are the same everywhere, even though they are miles and miles away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1131613145396793000?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1131613145396793000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1131613145396793000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-nice-when-people-say-nice-things.html' title='It is nice when people say nice things'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2625925493258461825</id><published>2008-07-05T19:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:01:35.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Snugges and time</title><content type='html'>Mostly, time seems to be pretty steady. Well. Not always very steady, because sometimes when the bears are doing something boring like the ironing then it seems to take a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very very strange things happen to time when the big bear and little bear is snuggling. Much stranger things than when BB is ironing or LB is installing virus checkers on the pooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nighttime, the bears like to have a snuggle before they go to sleep.  When snuggling happens before sleep, even though the bears might only have snuggled for five minutes of clock time, they know that really they have been snuggling for hours and hours, and it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the morning, even hours and hours of snuggling seem like minutes when they have to get up to go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, the bears prefer snuggling at night time. But even so, snuggling in the morning is also very special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2625925493258461825?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2625925493258461825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2625925493258461825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/07/snugges-and-time.html' title='Snugges and time'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3774593165021046708</id><published>2008-06-29T12:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:04:52.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bear has a new toy called Johansson</title><content type='html'>Johnasson was LB's newest toy. She is very clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a box that sits in the bear mobiles and tells where to go. When to turn left and right and things. She never gets lost because she listens to some satellites in the sky and works out where she is and because she has lots of maps in her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very important thing about Johansson is that she prevents the lb and the bb from getting cross with each other when trying to find somewhere in the bear mobiles, so that they don't end up standing outside the car by the side of the road hitting each other with rolled up maps, and it never happens that one of the bears leaves the other standing there in the rain and drives off very fast. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Then all of a sudden little bear discovered that there was a new type of Johansson in the shops (and she was not very well). So he took Johansson back so that he could get a new one! Everyone was very surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear was especially worried that Johansson would be upset, but little bear said that it was ok because she was stored cleverly inside his 'pooter, and was quite happy there, and that she would be in charge of the new box when it comes. That will be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3774593165021046708?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3774593165021046708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3774593165021046708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-bear-has-new-toy-called.html' title='Little Bear has a new toy called Johansson'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-9181936630229195863</id><published>2008-06-24T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:47:01.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bears is making new friends</title><content type='html'>Little bear makes friends on the internet just like big bear. He made some freinds that lived miles and miles away and they came to visit the same town that little bear lives in on holiday and they went out with the little bear and sat in a nice pub and had some beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bear and his freinds talked about normal things like their jobs and where they live and what they do with their lives and things. And then little bear went home to bed, because it was a school night and he had a busy day the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little bear spoke to the big bear and said he was worried that his new friends didn't like him and thought that he was just a silly thing and not very interesting and things like that. Big bear told him that he was beings a silly thing, because of course they liked him, or they wouldn't have gone out for the beers in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little bear was still a bit worried. Until the new friends sent the little bear a message to his telephone saying hello and asking him how he was and things like that. And the little bear replied. And then the new friends sent more messages and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigs asked the little one if he thought that really they did like him, and he said that he supposed that they did, and that that was a nice thing. Littles likes it when people like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-9181936630229195863?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/9181936630229195863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/9181936630229195863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-bears-is-making-new-friends.html' title='Little Bears is making new friends'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6814613027795775390</id><published>2008-06-19T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:15:23.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bb  &amp; lb in the lakes</title><content type='html'>The bears went to the lake district for a lovely holiday for a long weekend. Phew it was a busy holiday but a nice one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day that they were there they went walking all around a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day they slept in a did not very much and cuddled all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day after that they went for a long walk, and had a packed lunch, and went for a sunbathe next to a lake, and went for a swim in one of the lakes too, splash splash splash, and then went out for a nice tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB was very sensible and wore suntan cream, but BB didn't. But LB  was sunburned, and BB wasn't. But they both made sure that they wore white shirts when they went into school to show off their sun tans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly bears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6814613027795775390?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6814613027795775390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6814613027795775390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/06/bb-lb-in-lakes.html' title='bb  &amp; lb in the lakes'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8359370346578275475</id><published>2008-06-14T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:15:13.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions are funny-in-a-strange-way</title><content type='html'>Sometimes big bear is like an Eyore and sometimes he is like a Tigger. And sometimes being the Tigger can be just as funny-strange as being the Eyore. And sometimes both at once is really funny-strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big doesn't understand why he's like that or what makes it happen. It just does. Little bear thinks that it is because BB is hungry, but whenever LB says that it tends to make BB worse. Who would have thought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said when LB gives the BB some food it tends to make it a bit better. Maybe that is why the BB is quite a round bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes little bear is moody and goes in a sulk. This is mostly when things don't go just the way that he wants them to! He folds his arms and sticks out his bottom lip and goes all moody-moody-moody-MOO-DEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard when the big bear can't do the thing that the little bear wants. When that happens big bear has to remember that it is because when things don't work out the way that little bear thinks that they should that it is a bit like gravity not working or the world falling apart a bit, and that is not the little bears fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both the bears are a bit funny really, but they quite suit each other in a funny way. And BB is going to see LB tonight, so that will make them both smile like it is on a sunny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8359370346578275475?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8359370346578275475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8359370346578275475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/06/emotions-are-funny-in-strange-way.html' title='Emotions are funny-in-a-strange-way'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2049543657844421277</id><published>2008-06-09T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:29:01.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tavelling and selling things</title><content type='html'>A nice man called the Big bear and said would the Big bear like to be interviewed for a big job selling kitchens. And so BB was excited and agreed a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB talked to Little bear. And Little bear said do you want to sell kitchens? And BB said that's right, I don't want to sell kitchens, I am a silly bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear called to say he was sorry and would not be able to come. But instead the nice man talked all about the things that they did, how the job was really exciting, and how they were able to earn lots and lots and lots of money with the loans and the payment protection plans and of course with the kitchens. The big bear wanted to go to see what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BB was quite excited. He put a new tie on. There was a big office just like in that film with Al Pacino and Jack Lemmon where they swear lots. There were boards with sales figures on, and the really good salesmen get to win a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when BB looked around the place where they were he could see that it was not very tidy. In fact, it was a bit messy. The files for the customers were sitting in a cardboard box on a desk. With no lid. And the box was ripped a bit. And the files were falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a nice brand new pool table there, so that must mean it must have all been ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB and the nice man talked for a bit, and the nice man gave the BB a brochure and his telephone number, and told him that BB could start as soon as he wanted, and be straight on a training course. BB was very pleased that someone wanted him for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB pointed out that it was still a job selling kitchens. And BB had to agree that he was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2049543657844421277?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2049543657844421277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2049543657844421277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/06/tavelling-and-selling-things.html' title='Tavelling and selling things'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8631016298687854945</id><published>2008-06-03T16:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:59:00.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not getting jobs in Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Big bear did not get the job he was interviewed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was all excited after it as well. In his head he had planned all the move over there, and what kind of place the bears would live in, and the kind of things that they would do in the evenings together, and where they would do their shopping and all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BB had then to go away with his work and do lots of busyness for a few days, which meant that he forgetted all about the job thing on one level... but in a funny way he was still really optimistic that he would have it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when he got him he saw that the job didn't want him. And he was cross with the people, and called them lots of rude words, and stamped his feet and stomped around the place and was the grumpus. A BIG grumpus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8631016298687854945?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8631016298687854945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8631016298687854945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-bear-did-not-get-that-job-in.html' title='Not getting jobs in Edinburgh'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2207358565747522308</id><published>2008-05-23T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:10:00.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Little bear notices that big bear does nice things for him all the time</title><content type='html'>Little bear came to the big bears house this weekend. They were both not feeling well because they had some kind of germs that decided to live in their ears and make them all blocked. As you can imagine, that is not very nice for bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As little bear and big bear couldn't really talk much, they sat around and chatted on their computers to people all round the world and made new friends. The bears like making new friends. While little bear was chatting big bear was also secretly doing jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear was pottering around the house putting clothes and plates and things into the wash, then taking clothes and plates and things out of the wash again, and drying them and putting them away. He was doing lots of ironing, and one of his favorite jobs, folding things into neat piles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the weekend was over little bear went back home to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then little bear called big bear on the telephone, which big bear was not expecting! Little bear was calling because he was all surprised because he had found a pile of nice clean clothes in his bag after he had brought dirty clothes, and it made the little bear think that the big bear must love him lots, and so he called the big bear to tell him that he thought it was lovely that the big was secretly looking after the little and doing jobs around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made the big bear very happy that the little had noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2207358565747522308?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2207358565747522308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2207358565747522308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-bear-notices-that-big-bear-does.html' title='Little bear notices that big bear does nice things for him all the time'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-6021939761285665087</id><published>2008-05-18T15:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:45:55.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Are all bears are really just little bears inside when you get down to it?</title><content type='html'>So the little and the big have lots of freinds that they talk to on their computers. Some of them are freinds that they know from real life who they see mostly on computers now, and some are freinds who they see mostly on computers, and have maybe not even met at all face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny! Some of the freinds they meet online are Bears with a capital B. The kind of Bears that are men who like men and who tend to be big and beardy and woofy. Not all of them are like that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about some of the Bears online is that after talking to them for a little while sometimes, just sometimes there can be something of the cuddly little round sort of a bear in them too. The kind of bear that the Bigs and Littles are when they just spend the whole day padding around and snuggling and eating nice food and doing nice things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bear said this to one of his freinds. That he seemed like a little cuddly bear inside underneath it all really. And he said; "aren't all Bears, really?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-6021939761285665087?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6021939761285665087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/6021939761285665087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-all-bears-are-really-just-little.html' title='Are all bears are really just little bears inside when you get down to it?'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3939493278222515960</id><published>2008-04-28T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:29:28.215Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Bear has job interviews in Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>As you might well remember, the Big one applied for some jobs in Edinburgh. And as it turns out, two of the jobs want Big bear to come to interview. Which is very exciting! The Big one is very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has gone out and got a new suit, and polished his shoes, and ironed his shirt, and borrowed some of Little's bestest ties to wear, and printed out all the paperwork that he might need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Big one came to the interview days. And on the first one, he was early, and he looked in an art gallery that was in the same building as the job, and then got a coffee from a coffeshop, where the lady at the counter was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big bear was very nervous, but thinks that it went ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the second interview day he arrived a bit earlier, and had lunch in the coffeehshop and the same lady was there at the counter and she was nice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big one was nervous again, but there were just two people, and he hopes that it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen with these jobs. The bear has funny mixed feelings about all this coming and going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3939493278222515960?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3939493278222515960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3939493278222515960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-bear-has-job-interviews-in.html' title='Big Bear has job interviews in Edinburgh'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-5531271183415830232</id><published>2008-04-17T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:31:20.971Z</updated><title type='text'>Bigs is applying for jobs in Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you know, Big lives miles away from Little (about fifty-two miles). Well, the Big has applied for some jobs in the same town that Little lives in. They look good. If Big got one of them it might mean that he can move through to Little's town very soon. They they can get a house together and have lots of snuggles, and it will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Big Bear looks forward to this lots and lots. But then sometimes Big thinks about all the nice things that he has in the town where he lives at the minute, and how nice they are, and how when he goes to school all day he has lots of fun, and how he does not really know what it would be like being in the same town as Little, and how things are ok at the minute, and how things would be oh so different if he got the jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Big thinks about how much he would love being with Little and how nice it would all be, and how much fun all the jobs would be to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Big bear worries about what it would be like moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Big bear remembers why Little bear calls him a silly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-5531271183415830232?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5531271183415830232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/5531271183415830232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/04/bigs-and-new-jobs-in-edinburgh.html' title='Bigs is applying for jobs in Edinburgh'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-259824670338835201</id><published>2008-04-13T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:38:51.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Walking around a lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today the big bear and the little bear went for a walk around a lake. They were with the lb's mum and dad for the weekend to spend some time because it is nice to spend time together as a family. It was a cold day so they were all wearing coats and hats and scarfs and layers and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all walked down the hill from the car and past the little beaches by the side of the lake, and through the trees. They walked around the headland then they went over the wooden duck boards above the marshes, all the way to a bridge over a river and along the road to the nice hotel for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they walked all the way back that they came, and the bb was worried about going up the hills because the bb is not very good at going up hills. But it was alright, because at the end little bear helped by pushing big bear up the hill when he was tired, which little bear quite liked because he had something to lean on. So they were both quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though it was snowing and the big bear had unzipped his coat and his cardigan and taken off his wooly hat and his scarf he was still a little bit sweaty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-259824670338835201?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/259824670338835201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/259824670338835201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-around-lake.html' title='Walking around a lake'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8720219764148135063</id><published>2008-03-29T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:45:53.012Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Bear is sad because his granny died</title><content type='html'>On Saturday little bear got a phone call from his brother to let him know that his gran had died. She was quite old, over one hundered, and had not been very well. Little bear was all in a bit of a cofluffer, and wondered if he should drive down the country to be with his family quickly, but in the end he didn't drive down just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lb did manage to get a message to his dad while his dad was on a train without any mobile telephone reception, which the he was quite rightly very proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lb wasn't as sharp at his work as he normally is, because normally at his work he is very clever and brainy and good at talking but at the moment he was being a bit not like that really. Lb was kindof wandering about the house a bit when he wasn't at work, not sure about things. He said that he didn't feel too sad really, but that he felt a bit funny and wobbly. He was even more like a little tiny bearish animal than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear didn't know what to do really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bb came down and tried to look after the little bear a bit more than he normally would. He made sure that the lb had lots of nice clean clothes to wear, and that he drank plenty of water, and that everything that the little one needed was there. However, lb was still a bit discombobulated, but at least he was discombobulated in a freshly laundered shirt and not dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, one thing that the lb needed most of all was for the bb and lb to have lots of lovely warm hugs. So they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8720219764148135063?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8720219764148135063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8720219764148135063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-bear-is-sad-because-his-granny.html' title='Little Bear is sad because his granny died'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2800959707397028110</id><published>2008-03-23T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:02:58.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Now that the bears have their rings</title><content type='html'>Well, after a long time waiting (four weeks, which is a very long time for bears) their rings arrived from being made at the special shop, and it was very exciting. Little bear went to pick them up, and got them back to his house and ready for when the bb was to come down that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bears got a big ring and little bear got a ring that was not quite as big. But little bears' ring was a bit too little so he took it to the shop to get it made bigger. But it was still too little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then little bear tried on big's ring, and big tried on little's ring and can you guess? They both fitted just fine! So they swopped them over and was all ok.&lt;/p&gt;Now both rings feel good, and when the bears look at their hands they can see the ring and then know that there is always another bear there for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2800959707397028110?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2800959707397028110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2800959707397028110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-that-bears-have-their-rings.html' title='Now that the bears have their rings'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-3242160919673783668</id><published>2008-03-20T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:15:23.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Visiting new people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is a man, who is a Bear with a capital BUH who lives on the road halfway between the big bear and the little bear. He has a big white beard. He said hello to the bb online and they chatted for a bit. The man like chatting a lot, so they talked for a bit on the interweb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bb does not really have any other freinds with big white beards, and he was a bit worried that the man liked to chat a lot and wanted to meet up in real life. Bb spoke with some chums who said; why not, you have nothing to lose, and you might find a freind, and that is a very precious thing to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bb was driving to the lb's house and he decided that he would go and meet the man with the white beard for a nice cup of tea and maybe a biscuit, but not more than one biscuit becayse bb is trying to get a little bit less big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when bb got there the man with the white beard was not really interested in a nice cup of tea, but was more interested in touching the bb in places that normally just the lb touches. This made the bb feel bit funny, because the bb did not really want this man to touch those places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the bb tried to be polite, because the man was not a bad man. Maybe he just didn't have a lot of people that he could hang out with and the bb could imagine that if that was the way it was for this man it might not be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bb was still able to get back to his car and get going to see little bear quickly, and then he did feel funny for all the rest of the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bb and lb like to talk with their freinds and have a cup of tea and things. But it seems that not everybody likes to have cups of tea the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bb is not going to let this affect how he thinks about everyone with a white beard. Especially as one day, the bb will probably be a bit like the man and have a white beard too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-3242160919673783668?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3242160919673783668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/3242160919673783668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/03/visiting-new-people.html' title='Visiting new people'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-4417777145451986722</id><published>2008-03-13T01:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:37:42.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Bear feels all funny at a party</title><content type='html'>There was this time, when everybody in the world is supposed to be happy, and the big and little bears had lots of freinds around for a nice party. But big bear was feeling not the best. He was all a bit wanting-to-be-by-himself and a lot of not-wanting-to-talk-to-anybody. Which is not like a big bear when there is a party at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear stayed in the kitchen and did the washing up, and he worried about what might be wrong with him. He decided that perhaps it was because he feels that he needs to be accepted by his parents, and just maybe sometimes he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big bear tried to do what a clever man (who was paid by the hour) taught him one time. This was; think what is the worst that can happen and to think what the chances of that are, no really, what they actually are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So big bear thought to himself. He thought; well maybe the worst that could happen would be that he won't talk to his parents. And he thought; well that is probably not awfully likely to happen anyway now is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear asked little bear about it. And little bear said; they're 90% fine, so stop fretting, and for the rest, fuck it. He is clever, that little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever happens with the bb's parents, we know that lb's mummy and daddy, for all their funnynesses, are very proud of the bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the bb still feels a bit funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-4417777145451986722?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4417777145451986722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/4417777145451986722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-bear-feels-all-funny-at-party.html' title='Big Bear feels all funny at a party'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-1612952883483328788</id><published>2008-02-19T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:54:54.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleepovers on Sunday</title><content type='html'>Nearly every single weekend the bears have a sleepover party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get together, and they have lots of snuggles. They tend to snuggle facing each other up close and warm for a bit, then like spoons, and then facing up to each other close for a bit, and then a bit more like spoons, and then to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cuddle up on Friday night, and they cuddle up on Saturday night, and it is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly that sleepover party wasn't on Sunday nights, which made the bears sad. They just had two nights to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepovers on a Sunday night would mean travelling early in the morning to school. That would mean tired on Mondays, and maybe being a bit more grumpy, and bears are not good when they are grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bears decided to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they found out that the Monday morning snuggle is the best in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-1612952883483328788?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1612952883483328788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/1612952883483328788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleepovers-on-sunday.html' title='Sleepovers on Sunday'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-502268203732476808</id><published>2008-02-11T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:02:01.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Big bear and little bear and telling their mummies and daddies...</title><content type='html'>So now that the bears have decided to go and buy rings, they need to tell their mummies and daddies that they are wanting to spend the rest of their lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know they wanted to get them all together, but that never happened, so it was a bit funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So big bear and little bear told big bears parents in their kitchen, in front of the warm stove. BB cried and cried, and he did not know why he cried he just did. And BB's mummy and daddy were ok about it all but they looked a bit confused and BB could see that they were not as excited about it all really as he had hoped. So he was a bit sad. Quite a bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bears told the rest of BB's family everyone was a bit quiet. It is funny when people are quiet isn't it. It makes it easy to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told little bears mummy and daddy in the pub over meal, and they were lovely about it all and wanted to buy a bottle of champagne but couldn't because of the driving. That made everyone feel a bit nicer about it. I mean the them being lovely about it bit, not the not having the champagne bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-502268203732476808?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/502268203732476808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/502268203732476808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-bear-and-little-bear-and-telling.html' title='Big bear and little bear and telling their mummies and daddies...'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-8656788659484951036</id><published>2008-01-30T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:05:33.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Can the bears take their mummies and daddies out for lunch?</title><content type='html'>So the big bear and the little bear decided to tell their mummies and daddies that they wanted to be together for ever and ever because they loved each other a lot. It turned out to be not as easy as that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the big and little bear wanted to get their mummies and daddies together at the same time so that they could tell them all at once and open a bottle of champagne and all be happy and excited together. The bears talked about how lovely it would be for ages and ages, and then they found a time that was best for everyone and looked good when everyone agreed they could make it. So then it was just the job of finding the place to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was hard to arrange for them all to get together LB's and BB's parents live a long way away from each other and would both have to drive to somewhere to meet. First of all BB's folks did not want to drive too much. But then we managed to sort it out so that they would be OK driving to a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However by then it was the day before, and then the weather was rainy and windy and horrible and LB's ones did not want to drive in the nastyness, because they were worried and tired and not really feeling very good. So the bears were a bit upset that it all had seemed to come to nothing. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to arrange times to get together to tell people good news. It makes the big bear sad. Perhaps that is just the way it is, for bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-8656788659484951036?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8656788659484951036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/8656788659484951036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2007/12/parents-1.html' title='Can the bears take their mummies and daddies out for lunch?'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-2862126728587475521</id><published>2007-12-28T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:14:45.352Z</updated><title type='text'>Rings and things</title><content type='html'>Big bear and little bear want to get rings so that everyone will be able to see that they love each other lots and lots and are together for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went play shopping for rings one time, and it was quite exciting, and lots and lots of fun, but the bears were just playing at getting the rings, they were not really going to buy rings that day. It was wonderfully exciting. The ladies in the shop made sure that they had the right sizes for their fingers, and let them try on all different sorts of rings to see what they looked like and fussed over both of the bears and it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a bit ago, but now they are seriously going to get rings, but it is a little bit different when you are looking to get rings for seriousness. It is a bit exciting, but a bit scary at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears went to a lovely shop, with a nice lady who was very good and nice to the bears and showed them the rings that were there, and the bears were able to remember the time that they bought ones before and remember the ones that they liked and it was exciting but a bit edgy at the same time because the bears were really thinking about buying them this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was edgy because nice rings cost lots of money, but that isn't important because they are something that the bears will wear for the rest of their lives. But it is hard not to worry sometimes isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big bear and little bear want to be with each other, but maybe that is the thing that is a bit scary really. The bears do want to spend time together and snuggle and be there for ever and ever, maybe the funny thing is letting everyone see that, and telling mummies and daddies that they are going to be together for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that it is scary because it won't be just a secret that the bears love each other, because everyone will be able to see the rings on their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when big bear gets butterflies in his tummy about getting a ring on his finger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-2862126728587475521?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2862126728587475521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/2862126728587475521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2007/12/rings-and-things.html' title='Rings and things'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545544863395999298.post-7063721590733915133</id><published>2007-12-24T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:58:36.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping together all night long</title><content type='html'>As I am sure you know, once upon a time quite a little while ago, when the bears met, they were really rubbish at sleeping together all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried lots of things; futons, and single beds, and single malts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end they managed it with making a super-king-sized bed by pushing two beds together, and with a Swedish furniture shops mattress topper thing, and with some string, and with lots and lots of pillows, and with at least two duvets, and with cuddling up like spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while, they got used to that and it was ok. But then little bear moved into a house where there wasn't two beds that the bears could put together, so they had to come up with another plan. With a lot of practicing, they managed to sleep nicely in a kingzised bed, with lots of pillows, with at least two duvets, and with cuddling like spoons, and a few grumpy nights along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day they will get into a double for all of the night, but then perhaps they will have to find something to do with their arms, and perhaps eat a bit less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545544863395999298-7063721590733915133?l=thebearhug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7063721590733915133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545544863395999298/posts/default/7063721590733915133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebearhug.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleeping-together-all-night-long.html' title='Sleeping together all night long'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823913856609721962</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></entry></feed>
