The Three Bears

Bear History

The Bears are just an inside joke between Matt and me that has transcended to the internet. I used to hate stuffed bears. I always told my boyfriends (and then Matt) that if they got me one for Valentine’s Day that I would shred it to pieces. Harsh, I know. I don’t really know why I didn’t like them! But alas, my distaste for stuffed bears turned into a big piece of my life.

Bocker was the first to the family. I got Bocker as a birthday gift from a friend from the Davidson bookstore. Matt used to make him dance Freshman year of college (and I’m sorry to say Matt also used to strangle him and make him squeal!) Beaker came from Camp Seafarer where we both worked as counselor’s during college. He quickly joined Bocker in his animation.

Churton (the furry one!) was found on Churton Street in Hillsborough on the side of the road. My mom practically forced us to adpot him, but we are glad we did. 3 Bears are better than one.

The Bears appear in funny positions in our house – sometimes hidden in suitcases, sometimes appearing when you turn a corner in the morning.

Here is some Beartainment for you!

When The Kath’s Away, The Bears Will Play | March 2009