Equity calling?????

It is no use. There are no amount of creams or gels or cow innards on the market that are going to help the bags under my eyes. The nightly goings on in the Beehive are starting to be nearly as active as the daytime ones.

Take last night for example: By midnight I am awoken by the chorus of coyotes who have decided to make our back yard the next venue for the Gilbert and Sullivan auditions ! Three times they were howling over that nice piece of venison (okay, this is where someone corrects me and tells me that they are like cats and howl when they are getting a piece of the action!). Of course, by now, my mind is well awake - BLING! Am I hot? Am I cold? Why is he snoring when I am awake? This way, that way, toss, turn........eventually I start to feel like I am falling.........falling........falling - PING! That was LMB! Although she is not talking, I am sure, in my subconscious I have heard her door open. I creep out to check and yes, lo' and behold, she is sat cross legged on the boundary between her door and the landing!!!!!

The story is that LMB has just moved into her own big bed!!!!! I know, scold away! She is nearly three, but we have been trying believe me. The interest has not been there. With this development however, has come a few hiccups, namely the visitation rights of LMB to our bed at any hour of the night. Only.........being LMB, she doesn't just crawl into our bed quietely and fall back asleep, she sits and stares from the periphary or sits, as per last night, just waiting , making no sound, rather like Damien in The Omen (not that I have actually seen this in full, but this is how I imagine him, to stand and just ..........watch!).

So, after a lot of coercing on my part and lots of resistance on hers, to get her back to her bed, she is, once again, in her favourite place............Daddy's warm spot and Daddy has been henceforth banished to the realms of pink sheets, butterflies, fairies and lots of stuffed bed partners.

But it doesn't stop there. LMB then has to get it all just........... "so"......This involves several rounds of forcing her feet with their sharp nails (note to self - cut the buggers!) under my body to keep them warm, intermittent slapping of my face to ensure I am still there! Scratching, pulling the covers off, sitting up and trying to climb on top of me. By all accounts by 3.30am I am exhausted, debating whether getting up to make a cup of tea will actually wake her (yup, NOW she falls asleep!) when finally the sandman comes.........and then it is 6.20 and I am awake again staring at two pairs of eyes very close up! aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!

Yesterday I went to a class night for Master Beehive the younger. Each year the school has an evening with a social and then information about the running and layout of each class. Of course with three of them, these all fall on different nights, different weeks etc and this year I managed to successfully get to 2 of the 3 (I totally forgot about Master Beehive the elder's classnight and found myself having to write a grovelly note to his teacher about my complete incompetence as a parent and begging her not to put a blot in my copybook just yet! Master Beehive, however, has still not let me forget!!).

Master Beehive the younger's classnight was always going to be the stickler of the three. For starters one of the dads in the class has a child with the same name as my own. Everytime he calls her name sharply in the corridor I find myself jumping, checking my shoes are tied and my coat is on the right way around, it doesn't help that his wife and Mr Beehive work for the same company so there is always that desire to talk shop and wine! (Oh life you treat me soooooo bad!) But this year..........we started with a song!!

For those of you who know me a little better than some, I am never one for sitting back in the karaoke or not taking the lead role in a few school or university musicals...........but put me in an ice breaker situation where I have to sing my way out..............The embarassment always takes a hold......I feel the need to crack a shitty joke or fart out loud and blame it on my neighbour! Somewhat like a 7 year old kid really.

So, my question is this - why do group events feel the need to do such ice breakers. Just stick to the name telling games - really - that is fine, we are all happy with that. If anyone feels the need for a rendition of Tit Willow from the Mikado - well, I hear that some Coyotes are looking for participants!!!!!!!

Yours warbly

The Beehive

Painting the Piano an odd shade!

I am officially barking!

Not only am I now writing two blogs, this weekend I decided to paint the playroom - yes, like that, on a whim!!

I am a true Airean through and through - I get an idea and then I have to carry it out to the death - but often halfway through, I get bored and poor Mr Beehive is left to pick up the remnants. I am one who seeks instant gratification!!!!!! Which in many ways is a great attribute, I am always on the go, have eternal energy and love to be involved with stuff. Poor Mr Beehive, on the otherhand, is now learning to Lazure and knit lol!

Still, the playroom looks fun and funky - I went for colour (it was a dirty shade of white with Little Miss Beehives handywork adorning it!) - pinks through to purples, deepening down the wall - it worked out pretty well. Master Beehive the elder was not too keen in the first instant when I reported that.......god forbid.......the woman had chosen PINK for the playroom - all that GERL stuff! There was a small element of sanity behind my choice and that was based on the colour choice being representative of the function of the room.

You know the story - red stimulates, therefore should be used in a room that requires discussion, conversation etc such as a dining room, green induces a sense of calm and tranquility so is best for bedrooms. Black, on the other hand, is enclosing and repressive and white is stark and empty. I was in need of something that was warm and calming but inspired imagination and play, so reading a little of Steiner's thoughts on colour and children and why they choose pinks for the younger years - here we are!!

So wassup at the Beehive then?

School is now OUT for the summer - 13 weeks ladies and gents - yes, you did read that right, it isn't a typo - all though I wish it were!! Still, I think we have a pretty action packed few months lined up. Not sure where I am going to fit in writing or grocery shopping, but that is a minor worry.

Today Master Beehive the elder did his first ever piano recital: Peasant Dance, Russian Sleigh Ride and Betty and Bill! Some 20 pupils of the same teacher were all performing three pieces. We were breathing a sigh of relief to find his performance allegedly close to the top - Little Miss Beehive was not up for a concert this afternoon and by the time she had announced in a wonderfully good accoustic recital hall (after her second bribe of a chocolate chip cookie!) " I NEED TO GO PEE PEE!" in the middle of some poor kid's debut, I decided to flounce, with her in tow - unfortunately this all turned out to be a lie! The lad didn't perform until somewhere near the middle of the 1hr 45 minute concert!!!!!!!!! However, he played well and made us dutifully proud of him. I had to laugh though, at the times that my poor parents must had gone through this nerve wracking experience of taking me to my latest showcase, only to bite their nails to the quick in case I forgot the trills or refrain!!!! Fortunately for Little Master Beehive, he has none of this to contend to, he only need to get to the end.....................I just wish he would do it a little S-L-O-W-E-R!!!