The Bee
Today was a really beautiful day outside. We had a little story about a bug.
It started with all three kids outside swinging on the new playset. Jackson on the left, Porter on the right and August in the middle. Like usual there were lots of daddy-long legs crawling around the playset. I like to show the kids that they arent anything to be scared about by picking them up and putting them on my arm. They thought was pretty cool.
That led to the idea of walking through the woods and finding more bugs. So I packed up all of the kids and went on a big-hunt at the local nature trail. Jackson walked, August was in the stroller, and Porter was half-and-half. The trail is about a mile long path through a preserve. It goes up and down and has four little bridges (that are always a hit).
So on the trail we learned about rough and smooth leaves, prickly trees, and sap. But about half-way we saw a bumble bee. It was a little chillly so it was slow moving, hovering a flower. I took the container and quickly trapped the bee. The boys thought it was really cool, but also had trouble holding the container...thinking it may fly through the plastic.
Eventually they figured out they were safe, and had to take turns holding teh container through the walk. "I can't wait to show mommy. She'll love it," Jackson said.
Sometimes the bee would stop flying which would spawn questions about death and heaven, etc. But there was a quick rejoice when it would start flying again.
We did make it home eventually, and mom was equally impressed with their new friend, as they proudly showcased their new friend. At one point Jackson sat outside just staring at the container. Porter took it to the swing with him.
But like all things, they were distracted, and the bee was forgotten until sundown. In which case I said, "Ok, time to let him go." They said "NO!", but eventually understood the rationale (the bee needs to see his friends and family). So we all watched the bee slowly walk out of the container (probably half-soffocated, gasping for air). "He needs to be on a flower," Jackson said, as the bee crawled on a mini-daisy.
Upon leaving Jackson said to me "I miss him already." Porter said, "Dont worry Jackson, we'll get another one tomorrow."
The boys were
It started with all three kids outside swinging on the new playset. Jackson on the left, Porter on the right and August in the middle. Like usual there were lots of daddy-long legs crawling around the playset. I like to show the kids that they arent anything to be scared about by picking them up and putting them on my arm. They thought was pretty cool.
That led to the idea of walking through the woods and finding more bugs. So I packed up all of the kids and went on a big-hunt at the local nature trail. Jackson walked, August was in the stroller, and Porter was half-and-half. The trail is about a mile long path through a preserve. It goes up and down and has four little bridges (that are always a hit).
So on the trail we learned about rough and smooth leaves, prickly trees, and sap. But about half-way we saw a bumble bee. It was a little chillly so it was slow moving, hovering a flower. I took the container and quickly trapped the bee. The boys thought it was really cool, but also had trouble holding the container...thinking it may fly through the plastic.
Eventually they figured out they were safe, and had to take turns holding teh container through the walk. "I can't wait to show mommy. She'll love it," Jackson said.
Sometimes the bee would stop flying which would spawn questions about death and heaven, etc. But there was a quick rejoice when it would start flying again.
We did make it home eventually, and mom was equally impressed with their new friend, as they proudly showcased their new friend. At one point Jackson sat outside just staring at the container. Porter took it to the swing with him.
But like all things, they were distracted, and the bee was forgotten until sundown. In which case I said, "Ok, time to let him go." They said "NO!", but eventually understood the rationale (the bee needs to see his friends and family). So we all watched the bee slowly walk out of the container (probably half-soffocated, gasping for air). "He needs to be on a flower," Jackson said, as the bee crawled on a mini-daisy.
Upon leaving Jackson said to me "I miss him already." Porter said, "Dont worry Jackson, we'll get another one tomorrow."
The boys were
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