A guy walks into a restaurant...

No, it isn't the beginning of a hilarious joke but it is the beginning of us, Ron & Jenn aka Casa Causpanic.

Y'all come on in.

It is a very ordinary, extraordinary life about which we journal.

We would love it if you would subscribe below and  also hope you will join us on Instagram and even on youtube!

"Hot Diggity Dog"

"Hot Diggity Dog"

This little guy is fixin' to be two.

He had just gotten his hair cut.  I tried once before to cut his hair with the clippers but just the sound of the clippers resulted in resistance.

Did I say resistance?  I meant screaming and tears.  He wouldn't even let the clippers close to him.  Have you ever seen The Blob or a similar scary movie?  One of those where the actors place their arms over their head trying to protect themselves from the inevitable, mouth wide open, screaming, terror in the eyes.  

Yeah...that was him.

So, this time I quietly pulled out the comb and scissors, gave him an item he had been hankering for and clipped away while he was sitting in his eating chair.  The result was not perfect, but it was one I could live with...for about a minute.  

A few days later the unevenness of the front of his hair was too much for me to bear.  

Out came the scissors.  

He was on to me.  

I went to the left, he went to the right.  When I finally did grab some hair the hands flew up in defense.  Eventually, though, I cut.  Gaps, mostly.  

I conceded.

His birthday is Wednesday, but we had a little party for him this past Thursday.  

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  Meeska Mooska Mickey Mouse!  M-i-c-k-e-y  M-o-u-s-e.   It isn't M-i-c  K-e-y  M-o-u-s-e, anymore.    Nope, it's, M-i-c-k-e-y  M-o-u-s-e.  

Glad we got that straight.   

Anyhoo...there were hamburgers, hot dogs, cake, Mickey ears, goodies, presents, the Hot Dog Dance!

OK, we didn't do the Hot Dog Dance, but a girl can dream, cant she?

We prepared all day, because I am a procrastinator.  My husband is the champion of husbands.  We were both worn out, knees hurtin' by the end of the day.  We did our best to wear out my Mama too.  

We were so tired that by the time it came time to open presents, we forgot to give him ours.

A Mickey Mouse chair.

Although, I think we could have just ordered the box.

In the end, it was fun to see the family.  The boy received some sweet presents and we wound the night down quietly and peacefully, with love in our hearts and blessed to be able to bring some joy to this little Cheecho-Boy.

What more could a girl ask for?

That's right!!  The Hot Dog Dance!



Matagorda, Texas