Our One-year Anniversary Blog

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Know what? James is going to write something today.

Hi. This is James. You don't see me very often because this is really Charles' blog. I help by typing, he doesn't have opposable thumbs, you know. Today we mark our second year of blogging about Charles and Chance, their escapades around the neighbourhood and their take on daily life.

Many of you have taken the time to write to us in response to blogs that touched you. Folks loved the episodes where Charles was busted for stealing gummy worms at Mac's Milk and his prayer to God to made clean--baptized in the Inglis--on a cold-water wash cycle, no doubt. That by far was the most popular blog but there were others that were close to your hearts.

Christmas was special at our house because Chance joined the family in October. Someone left him on our doorstep in a wicker basket.  He's a wee little thing and can only drink condensed owls' milk from a bottle. Charles loves having a little brother and does his best to set a good example.

Charles knows that whole milk comes from whole cows and condensed owls' milk comes from--well--condensed owls. Chance got into the Christmas spirit in his own way. He did try to eat the Christmas ornaments and climbed to the top of the Canadian Tire spruce. That prompted Charles to say, "My son! Come down from there, this instant!"

The difference between the Christmas tree and the family tree, according to Charles, is that on the family tree we hang relatives.

Charles' shared the Christmas story with us. He knows that the three Wise Guys followed the OnStar to Mary and Joseph's barn in Ottawa where they had to go and pay their taxes.

Many of you wrote to share your sympathies when Tanner--Charles' best friend--died of cancer. Charles says that Tanner will always be his firstest, bestest friend.

When the cubs came down with Austrian measles you were with us all the way through the eleven-days of sickness.

Thank you for being the bears' bestest buddies.  and I hope you continue to enjoy smile and chuckle at the adventures of Charles and Chance as we start our second year.

It's time for me to say, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario?"

Then Charles will holler, "That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed!"

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens.  Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can play Snakes and Ladders! Okay! Over and out!"