A bit of Christmas came to the Bayou this afternoon. Mark made a quick run to the corner store and, along with the things on the list, came home with two "Santa" hats. These were supposedly for Darling Daughter and me to wear during the holiday season. I do not wear hats...at least, I do not wear Santa hats. I am not a cutesy person so that thing is better off used as a decoration. Still, we had a brilliant idea! Lets let the dog wear it! Mr. PJ was thrilled....well, probably not thrilled or even remotely happy about it. He was more likely just humoring us by tolerating the thing on his head.
Since my son, daughter-in-law and grandlittles are off on some faraway island and since they are the actual family belonging to the dog, it seemed to be a grand idea to take a photograph of the dog and send it to them. He was having no part of this idea. First off, he is not a fan of being photographed. (I think the flash bothers him.) Second, the hat thing was fast becoming a point of irritation. So, Santa came to the rescue! Santa (aka Hubby) donned the other hat, sat in a chair by the Christmas Tree and petted Mr. PJ. This eased the angst a bit with the dog. He was patient enough for me to get one picture...one. There was no getting the "second, just-in-case" photograph. As soon as the camera clicked once, he was out of there! The hat went flying, Santa Mark started laughing and I had to be satisfied with what I got.
So, Come on, Christmas! We are ready! We have our hats, tree and Christmas dog all ready to go. Christmas on the Bayou is in full swing. Merry Christmas, folks!
Sometimes you just have to pitch a tent and go camping. When the woes of the world come crashing down upon you, taking a brief respite can be all it takes to get you back on track. The grandlittles had intentions of taking a swim in the pool this morning but before they could get dressed in swimsuits, I heard the distant rumble of thunder. Uh oh. That was not good. I am one of these folks who respects the weather and all it has to throw at you so the dip in the pool idea came to a screeching halt. Needless to say, the grandlittles were a bit...umm...disappointed at the outcome of their plans. MawMaw had to think and think fast! What could divert their attention from the devastation they were facing. Hmmm??
I headed to the craft room and pulled some rope, a painter's tarp, a large cardboard tube and a couple of large screw-eyes. Yep! We were going camping right in the middle of a thunderstorm! Mary Ruth trotted herself upstairs to fetch the "guys" as she called them (aka her dad and uncle) and I made plans of how to erect said tent. "Just throw the rope over the beam, tie a slipknot, pull it tight and measure it. Then drill a hole here to install a screw-eye. Slip the tube over the rope and tie off the end in the screw-eye!" I had it pictured in my head and just knew it would work....the "guys" were not so sure of their mom's tent building nor of her sanity in coming up with the idea in the first place. Erecting a large tent in the living room and camping out sounded to be a bit more trouble than it was worth.
Come to find out....I was right! It did work and the kiddos had a blast crawling in and out of their new abode. Toys from the playroom and about ten thousand balloons were carted in to complete the campsite. What fun! A couple of scavenger hunts complete with lanterns in the darkened rooms added to the experience! Needless to say, the grandlittles had a blast pretending in their own tent especially when PawPaw joined them in the fun. The pool was soon forgotten and the rainy day carried on without a problem. MawMaw to the rescue!
