The Bee Tree by Patricia Polacco was our Sonlight p3/4 book of choice today. After Mary Ellen grows tired of reading, Grampa takes her, and an ever-growing number of neighbors, on a chase of pollen footed bumblebees around the Michigan woods. The illustrations are quite colorful and, while Bean usually won’t sit still for stories quite as long as that one, he had a great time looking for the bee and waiting to see who was going to join the party.
After the Bean goes to bed, I generally set up the trays for the following day. Since our book was all about chasing down some honey, I decided to combine a bit of the Sonlight activity ideas, and throw in a little “hopefully tire the kid out enough that he won’t be completely insane from having so much honey”. I tied a black skein of yarn from the ceiling and stuck a honey stick in either side. In the corresponding tray, I put some oven mitts and the book. Just in case, you know, some rogue honey-stick-bees decided to attack. It had nothing to do with wanting to watch a 2 year old attempt to get some tiny honey sticks out of a swinging skein of yarn. Nothing at all.
After reading the book, he put on the oven mitts. Although he was entirely dubious of my intentions despite the promise of honey sticks. And he remained so for at least the first 2 minutes in front of the “hive”. What do you do with a 2 year old who is already convinced everything you do is the lamest thing on earth? How is he going to act when he’s a teenager? I sing, he sighs and says, “Mommy, please don’t.” I dance and he says, “I am not going to do that.” I should just lock him up and get it over with.
Eventually he did soften up and have a whole ton of fun.
After about 10 minutes, he decided the hands were worthless (as he’d expected from the beginning), and went at it with his chompers. If at first you don’t succeed, use your teeth! …And I wonder why I have hundreds of dollars in dental work looming.
The hive, already in a swinging frenzy, swung a good 4 feet away from him then came hurtling toward his face. He did what any normal person would do and stepped back, tripping on his alphabet box, falling flat on his bottom and crying for 5 minutes until finally saying, “A little honey will make me feel better….wif my gwoves.”
He’s the Rocky of toddlers.
He did, rather quickly, get both the honey sticks out and promptly stated, “I wuv da Bee Twee.”
Then began using it for baseball practice with a piece of our Bristle Buddies.
Because everything has multiple uses.
A word of caution, however, to anyone deciding to set this up. You may want to pay attention to where your kid’s eye level lies. Being that my husband had just come home from spending 5 hours in traffic
in the worst mood ever a not entirely fabulous mood, and it was midnight, I made a quick guess. A really, really awful guess.
It’s okay, sweetie, chicks dig eye patches. *insert annoyed toddler sigh here*