THAT is Snow on the Bayou!!

  For the past week while the grandlittles were visiting, the Grand Princess, Mary Ruth would make coffee for everyone.  She especially seemed to like making it for Uncle Michael.  Son never complained about doing any thing the little girl requested so she soon attached herself to him.  He was her best buddy while she was here.  She would climb the stairs each morning to knock on his door.  "Wake up, Uncle Michael!" was followed immediately by "Do you want to play with me?"  This routine was then followed by the two of them coming down the stairs hand in hand.  She would happily go about "making" his coffee.  Once a cup of coffee was placed on the table, she would sweeten it and add cream.  Try as she might, the tiny hands of a (not quite) three year old could never grasp the containers well.  This morning, I was busy helping with the packing for their long trip back home when I heard an excited squeal.  Mary Ruth had taken it upon herself to add the sugar and creamer to Son's coffee.

  The startling squeal was followed by "It snowed at MawMaw's house!  It snowed at MawMaw's house!  Come play in the snow with me, Uncle Michael!"  Oh, the pure innocence of tiny tots!  I had the giggles by this time and did not have the heart to clean up the mess.  Let the little one enjoy her "snow"!  I did, however, explain numerous times that this was only allowed to happen AT MawMaw's house and no where else!  I can only imagine the chaos that the two grandlittles could create if they ever got ahold to an entire bag of sugar or flour!  "Snow" would be everywhere and most adults would not look to fondly upon the grand mess.  Me?  Nah, doesn't bother me.  It was only sugar and that is not difficult to clean up after the playtime was over.

  Now the Little Bayou House is too quiet.  The playroom sits empty...devoid of any happiness. There are no squeals of delight, no scampering of little feet and no cries from a baby for his mama.  I miss all  of these sounds.  I miss the hugs, the giggles and even the runny noses!  I miss my grandlittles!