Bedtime with Mrs.
Honeybee Today,
In the Honeybee neighborhood,
It's a snow day.
All night,
Snow has been falling,
And now look!
It's like the whole neighborhood has been covered with fluffy blankets of snow to explore.
Are you ready for this snow day adventure,
My little Honeybee?
All you have to do is close your eyes,
Get cozy,
And listen to the sound of my voice.
Mrs.
Honeybee will be your guide.
Let's begin.
You are here,
Not only in the Honeybee neighborhood,
But today you're waking up in the Honeybee house.
You slept over on the big,
Cozy couch because today is a special day.
It's so special that you woke up even before the alarm you set.
Looking at the alarm clock,
You have a couple more minutes to snooze.
Pull your blankets up to your chin and sink into the warmth and coziness for three,
Two,
One.
The alarm clock goes off,
Gently waking you back up from what seemed like only a blink.
You reach over to turn it off,
Just as your fluffy alarm clock comes running into the living room to say good morning with slobbery kisses.
It's Harold!
He jumps up to the top of the couch that sits against a long window.
The blinds are closed so he noses them open,
Struggling to see out.
With one big pull,
You open them up to see a thick blanket of freshly fallen snow.
So excited,
You press your hands and face against the glass beside Harold,
Who is sitting up on the back of the couch doing the same.
Take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose.
Feel the icy coldness of the snowy air coming in through your nose.
Then,
Slowly,
Breathe all the way out through your mouth and fog up the window.
It squeaks as you wipe it down with your sleeve pulled over your hand.
That's when you realize the sun's up and out,
But you don't see Mrs.
Or Mr.
Honeybee downstairs getting ready for their day.
Doesn't Mrs.
Honeybee have to teach her class?
Wondering if maybe they overslept,
You and Harold walk to the stairs through the kitchen.
That's when you see two magical words written in letter-shaped magnets on the fridge.
In bright colors,
It says,
Snow Day.
Harold runs in happy circles around your feet before running over to the hook where he keeps his leash and noses open a cabinet.
He pulls out tiny snowshoes for his tiny paws.
They hang from his snout as he happily trots over for you to help him put them on.
You both sit down on the kitchen floor and he lifts his first paw.
Before you put on the last one,
Which is a little tricky because Harold won't sit still,
You hear a knock at the window.
It's Melodybee.
Buzz,
Buzz,
Buzz.
Good morning,
Little Honeybee and Harold.
Are you ready for a snow day?
She has her pink earmuffs and scarf on.
You start to get up to let her in,
But Mr.
Honeybee comes around the corner and gets to it first.
I've got it,
My little Honeybee.
He is wearing a puffy coat and gloves and is carrying two shovels that look old and worn.
Melodybee buzzes in and gives you a big hug to say good morning.
Both are so happy you're here for another visit.
With all of Harold's booties on,
Mr.
Honeybee leads you to the coat closet beneath the stairs and leans against the railing to yell up.
Oh,
Mrs.
Honeybee,
Are you ready,
My dear?
Yes,
I'm coming,
I'm coming.
I couldn't decide which scarf to wear.
Hello,
My little Honeybee.
You better bundle up,
It's cold outside.
It's literally freezing outside.
We have plenty of warm coats,
Scarves,
Gloves,
And earmuffs.
You dig through the closet to find the coziest snow clothes to bundle yourself up with.
As you layer them on,
Take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose.
Feel your chest and your spirits lift.
Then slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and feel the warmth wrapped all around you.
Here you go.
This shovel is for you.
This is the shovel that generations of Honeybees have used.
They don't look that special,
But they're full of wonderful memories.
Yay!
I'm so excited.
Let's go make more memories.
All bundled up in our cozy snow clothes,
We excitedly open the front door.
Our excitement fades when all we can see is a wall of snow that's taller than all of us.
It doesn't stop Harold or Melody B.
,
Though.
They both dash into the snow.
Harold is strong enough to dart right through it,
Leaving a Harold-shaped hole as he tunnels through.
Melody B.
,
Though,
Gets herself stuck in the heavy packed snow.
I got you.
Hold still.
I can pull you out.
Together,
We pull Melody B.
Out.
She flutters her wings to dry them out as you and Mr.
Honeybee get to digging.
You each create your own tunnel in the snow to get out the front door.
These will be competing snow mazes.
You dig the snow out shovel full by shovel full,
Switching sides so you can go faster.
Right hand,
Left hand,
Right hand,
Left hand.
Melody B.
Follows Mr.
Honeybee's tunnel,
And we are ducked down,
Walking along the tunnel you're digging out.
All of us are following Harold's curious barks that help lead us through the endless snow.
You keep digging and digging,
But without realizing,
You and Mr.
Honeybee dig right into each other.
Hello again.
I think we need to go that way to get out.
You can see the sunshine struggling through the snow and ice.
It makes little rainbows on the tunnel walls.
Digging out the last few shovel fulls,
Take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose.
Feel all the space created by your breath between your ribs.
Then slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and breathe through the snow into the cold sunshine.
By the time you dig yourself out of the snow,
Harold has already started building a snow dog in his image.
A little white dog with a round body and a nubby tail sits in front of him as he diligently works on rounding the snowball into a head with two little bumps for ears.
He stands up to finish it,
But realizes it's missing something.
His snow dog needs a snout.
He rolls another ball of snow,
Then flattens it a little to match his snout.
When he finishes his snow dog,
He stares at it and stares at it.
When we walk over to admire it with him,
Standing right in front of it,
He lunges and bites off his snow dog's snout and chomps on the delicious snow.
Harold,
You just ate your snow friend's snout!
Phew!
Watch out everyone!
Hide your noses.
Harold's out here eating them.
When you notice how much Harold loves munching on the snow,
You make him a little snow cone and he eats it right out of your hand.
We each get to work on building our own snow people.
You ball up the snow as big as you can for the base,
Then a smaller one for the torso,
Then the smallest one for the head.
You put a big smiley face on yours because you are so happy to have a snow day.
Write your name in the snow in front of your snow person.
Melody B works on building her snow bee,
But is having a bit of trouble.
Can someone help me do her wings?
I can't get this one to stick.
You help Melody B make wings for her snow bee,
And while you're working on that,
She finds a nearby icicle that will make a perfect stinger.
With this stinger,
I declare Snow Bee the protector of this snow village.
The snow bee's first charge is to defend the entrance to the igloo fort that Mr.
Honeybee built,
Where the snow people and snow creatures you created can take shelter from the snow.
Marveling at how big it is,
You are able to duck into the entrance and walk through a short walkway before it opens up into a rounded out igloo.
I used a sheet of ice that I cracked off the driveway to make a sunroof,
Although I guess when it gets too sunny it'll melt and just be a hole in the roof.
Mr.
Honeybee,
Do not mention M-E-L-T-ing.
The snow people are listening.
Oh my goodness,
You're right.
What was I thinking?
Inside the igloo,
Looking up at the sunshine which hasn't yet melted the sunroof,
Take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose and spin around inside the expansive igloo.
Then,
Slowly,
Breathe all the way out through your mouth and walk back out to the front yard to see where Harold and Melody B went.
Ducking your way out of the igloo,
You turn the corner and are sloshed with a gigantic snowball.
Melody B and Harold are giggling from the sidewalk.
Bet you three can't get us.
Come on,
Harold.
You zig,
I'll zag.
Determined to prove her wrong,
We each gather up the biggest snowball we can and zigzag down the driveway,
Across the street and into the forest.
Melody B and Harold are great zigzaggers and are dodging all of our snowball attempts.
As you run through the forest,
Crunching frozen sticks and soggy leaves beneath your feet,
Take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose.
Your chest expands like the snowballs you roll.
Then,
Slowly,
Breathe all the way out through your mouth and launch one after another at Melody B and Harold.
You narrowly miss them each time and don't realize that they've led us all the way up a hill.
You slow down to catch your breath and walk the rest of the way up this hill.
Right foot,
Left foot,
Right foot,
Left foot.
When you get to the top,
It's a beautiful view.
There,
Melody B and Harold dig sleds out of the snow that they stored for this very purpose.
Yeah,
Sled race.
We each sit on a sled.
On the count of three,
Two,
One,
We push ourselves down.
Harold runs after us and jumps onto your sled with you.
That extra oomph allows you to go even faster down the hill.
You twist and turn,
Winding through the trees with Harold cheering you on.
We are in a three-way tie behind you,
But are on your tail.
You carefully look back behind you to make sure we stay there and expertly shred the snow to either side of you as you zoom down the hill.
Harold barks back at us and that distracts you for just a moment.
Before you can do anything about it,
Your sled crashes into a snowbank.
You and Harold fly through the air before landing softly on the powdery snow,
Giggling.
Are you okay?
Here,
Let us help you up and dust off all that snow.
You and Harold won.
I know just the way to celebrate.
We come back in the house to our fingers around warm cups of hot chocolate,
Like we do after every snow day.
The hot chocolate sloshes in your favorite mug as you hold it out,
Waiting for the best part.
Three marshmallows for my little honeybee.
One for kindness,
One for love,
And one for self-belief.
Together,
We enjoy our hot chocolates and warm up enough for another romp in the snow.
Always remember,
Mrs.
Honeybee believes in you.
You are special and you are loved.
I can't wait to see you again.
