<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:15:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Finding the CASTLES in all of this CHAOS!</title><description></description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-7793143990399480904</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T21:30:52.137-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bearing Their Burdens</title><description>Is it just me.. or does anyone else get physically exhausted from bearing our kids burdens.  It is amazing how worked up and concerned I get for my kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the week that Kate found out her school schedule.  It's always a kind of tense experience because each child has their idea of expectations for the year... who they want to sit with at lunch, have class with, which teachers they "heard" are good.. etc.  Somehow even though I am not the 6th grader, the feelings, concerns and stresses all treat me like I am. I'm sure I'm not the only one with this problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have one little person who I've just come to realize doesn't ever want to invite friends over.  She just doesn't ask.  I offered her the opportunity recently, and she just said.. No thank you.  I'd rather go out and do something special with you.  What does that tell me?? Do I read too far into it when I assume that she's become antisocial, or do I just appreciate that she's feeling like she needs a little more mom time.  Could it possibly be the 21 hours she spends at the gym surrounded by girls and maybe just needs a break from people? Or, is she not clicking with girls her age because she's always surrounded by older girls?? I don't know.. but I'm still laying awake worried about it. Throw in her gym routines, her diet (she barely eats) and her school schedule next year.. and I'm up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the cute little third child who is incredibly overlooked due to his ability to entertain himself.  Should I be worried that he asked if he could move in with his cousin for the whole summer just so he can play summer baseball on his team?? Forget me and Dad.. the coach asked him to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Clayton is just one in himself.  His main concern is making sure his dress up clothes still fit and what he wants to be next Halloween.  Even still.. I find myself worrying about his prek next year, his inability to sleep without a diaper (all of my other kids were in underwear at night by now), and his still crying about things he "wants".  I just think we should be past fit pitching at age 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just stressful to bear it all.  Now, I ask myself.. is my concern going to change anything?  No, but I never want my kids to feel alone in their hearts.  I just want them to know that they don't have to bear anything alone. Just as Christ does for us. Sometimes I just have to ask myself... is any of this going to matter in 10 years?  Probably not....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-7793143990399480904?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/08/bearing-their-burdens.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-5268753598278688744</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T09:55:40.066-07:00</atom:updated><title>It just all happened so fast!</title><description>So our June has been very FULL and exciting.. It just all happened so FAST!..  I want to write a quick update on everything we've done in June. CRAZY... Now.. for the rest of the summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day of School.. Cort graduated from Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-F91UWxQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/n2z5C6dQrQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-F91UWxQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/n2z5C6dQrQ0/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354645779297780994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-GpK1NurI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IldgrppjkAI/s1600-h/IMG_8343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-GpK1NurI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IldgrppjkAI/s320/IMG_8343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354646523807120050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend in June was Kate's Dance Recital... See previous post.. It was wonderful and we were so proud of Kate.  She looked absolutely beautiful and danced her heart out.  She smiled and gave it her all.  After looking at her in recital makeup, Chad has put double locks on her bedroom doors and is now monitoring her cell phone... Just Kidding.. but her growing up is making me very nervous. And, by the way, she will not be wearing makeup for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-CxdZumGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3skAjF_tisc/s1600-h/IMG_8530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-CxdZumGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3skAjF_tisc/s320/IMG_8530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354642268184549474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate with her BFF, Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-CwzZ18YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xvosi4bFVjA/s1600-h/IMG_8522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-CwzZ18YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xvosi4bFVjA/s320/IMG_8522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354642256910741890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of June Caroline had gymnastics camp from 8-2 and Cort did VBS at Highland.  This is where he asked Jesus to live in his heart. AMEN. And somewhere during that week I had my birthday. This was also the week of the boy's swimming lessons where Clayton learned to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EpqhT4hI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3QLwy15icBk/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EpqhT4hI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3QLwy15icBk/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354644333290316306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8_imhPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DogOYxCJ9FA/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8_imhPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DogOYxCJ9FA/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640267303879922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week all of the kids did VBS at First Baptist Woodway. And CLAYTON TURNED FOUR.  He had a fun little rainy party at the Waco Water Park.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-JXEZtgZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Vp1Z5EuNXcM/s1600-h/IMG_8545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-JXEZtgZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Vp1Z5EuNXcM/s320/IMG_8545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354649511378387346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-CyLzLuFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/gCadOnHY6vo/s1600-h/IMG_8547a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-CyLzLuFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/gCadOnHY6vo/s320/IMG_8547a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354642280639346770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-Hc03LgcI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EvYt5F7vDDQ/s1600-h/IMG_8612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-Hc03LgcI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EvYt5F7vDDQ/s320/IMG_8612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354647411262980546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Clayton's little family party on his actual birthday.  The cute monster cake was only 5.99 from HEB Hewitt.  It as the perfect size.. just fyi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-Hcdyj0vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rp8x1hKAFPA/s1600-h/IMG_8603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-Hcdyj0vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rp8x1hKAFPA/s320/IMG_8603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354647405069587186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19th we left for FLORIDA to visit with Chad's mom and sister and their families and we also fit in a trip to visit my family in Baton Rouge.  It was amazing and beautiful and so much fun! We stayed here at &lt;a href="http://www.edencondominiums.com/"&gt;Eden Condominums.&lt;/a&gt;  in unit E204.  We're excited to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EpYCQkjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mbC7SyMjoFk/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EpYCQkjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mbC7SyMjoFk/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354644328328237618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-Eo3jvA_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/jwvNMb_kWds/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-Eo3jvA_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/jwvNMb_kWds/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354644319610274802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EorA4i2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bKagKuKNGXk/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EorA4i2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bKagKuKNGXk/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354644316242873186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EoKM28NI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jF8twdzZ3I0/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-EoKM28NI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jF8twdzZ3I0/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354644307434729682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8iTWn9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/rCLfsRgCN4Y/s1600-h/IMG_9019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8iTWn9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/rCLfsRgCN4Y/s320/IMG_9019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640259455295442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8S9NHtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RWKhr3gx3wg/s1600-h/perdido_key_june_2009_160_(2)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8S9NHtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RWKhr3gx3wg/s320/perdido_key_june_2009_160_(2)a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640255335866066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8OQBvpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gKM1YAeeCq8/s1600-h/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-A8OQBvpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gKM1YAeeCq8/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640254072635026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 29th-  All three older kids left for Camp.  More to come on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-5268753598278688744?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-just-all-happened-so-fast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Sk-F91UWxQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/n2z5C6dQrQ0/s72-c/IMG_0554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-3951786559773064916</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T23:08:26.341-07:00</atom:updated><title>I have Him in my head... but I want Him in my heart.</title><description>Today was my 37th birthday!!  I can't believe I am that old.  It just seems like yesterday  I was a little girl having an outside summer birthday party with a handful of neighborhood friends.  Now... I'm a mom with kiddos asking me questions, needing me and wanting everything.  &lt;br /&gt;   Chad and the kids made it a very special day for me.  He took half the day off and we went to Ninfas and to see the movie "UP".  Chad surprised me with my Baylor ring.  One of the diamonds had fallen out, so I hadn't worn it for years.  He took it and had the diamond replaced and the ring fixed for me. I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;   But.. not nearly as excited as I am that Cort decided this week at VBS that he wants to live for Jesus.... Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had decided sometime ago that my kids would do VBS at FB Woodway this year.  Honestly for no other reason than that Clayton could attend... they accept 4 year olds and HBC doesn't.. and just because of convenience of location.  That's honestly it.  So, I hadn't even considered signing the children up for HBC VBS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well, Monday morning I woke up and realized that Caroline had gymnastics camp all week, Kate basically lives at friends houses, and Cort and Clayton would just be hanging with me all week... probaby in the Y nursery.  I felt like maybe Cort should do VBS at Highland.  I know the Jerusalem Marketplace curriculum would be something new for him and something he would really enjoy, so I woke him up and loaded him in the car to HBC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It just couldn't have worked out better.  We lined up to have him registered and he was able to get in a group with his two "besties".. CJ and Shep.  I knew this was going to be a fun time for him.  Sure enough, the first day he came home talking about how much he loved VBS.. which he was calling " Victory Bible Study".. His own Acronym I guess.  He continued to tell me everyday about the stories he was learning at VBS.... the Bible Characters and the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The next few days he got up so excited and anxious to go to "Victory Bible Study". I realized that on Thursday he had an appt. scheduled to have some pictures made, so I had planned on him missing VBS that day.  Well, he wouldn't hear of it. He insisted that I call to move the pictures so he could be there.  I did, and the photographer graciously offered us an afternoon appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As it would turn out, Thursday Auntie Joy presented the children with the Plan of Salvation.  Cort told me he immediately knew that he wanted to pray that, but it was suggested that maybe he was too young.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, today I picked him up from VBS and sure enough he told his leader that he understands and that he " knows he has Jesus in his head, but now he wants him in his heart".  Can I just tell you what it felt like for me as a mom to see my precious little son make a decision to follow Christ??  I'm so proud of him and so excited for his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   More than ANYTHING ever for my children, I want Jesus to live and REIGN in their hearts.  I'm so thankful for the workers at VBS (Ruby Kidd) and for the Lord for piercing Cort's heart, ordaining this moment for him and for prompting me on Monday morning to take Cort to Bible School at HBC.  I know it was be something that will be a precious memory to him.. and me FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have told several friends  and family members this before, but I believe the Lord is preparing Cort for something amazing.  There is something inside his heart  I see that is a geniune desire to be close to the Lord.  I am so excited to see what the Lord has planned for Cort's future.  Hopefully it doesn't involve a foreign country far away, or some kind of life of celibacy (we want lots of grandkids), but I'm certain it's going to be something that will put his outgoing personality and leadership qualities together to furthur the Kingdom!  I can't WAIT to see what it is... well, yes I can.. for now, I just want to enjoy my little boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-3951786559773064916?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-him-in-my-head-but-i-want-him-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-585473957270556408</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-08T21:35:27.352-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kate's Dance Recital</title><description>Besides a little Zumba here and there, I'm not much of a dancer and I guess I never have been.  I didn't have the body type for dancing  growing up and never took.  But, this is NOT true for Kate.  She loves dance and is really quite good at it.  She has the long legs for it and the passion to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the much anticipated Dance Recital for Jenni Holley Dance Studio.  Kate has been so excited about this as dance is now "her thing".  She is part of the Junior Company at Jenni Holley and has thoroughly enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we had three recitals.  Yes, that's right... I sat through three recitals and actually enjoyed each one of them.  I was so proud of Kate and what a great job she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd share some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjuZwpnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jaYzukd-hvA/s1600-h/IMG_8536a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjuZwpnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jaYzukd-hvA/s320/IMG_8536a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345174137603139186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3jSXPnqaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/5apOKWik-3Q/s1600-h/IMG_8520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3jSXPnqaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/5apOKWik-3Q/s320/IMG_8520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178237375326626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her ballet costume.  She was just gorgeous in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3jSGJaKiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xAgxFWNetgc/s1600-h/IMG_8516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3jSGJaKiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xAgxFWNetgc/s320/IMG_8516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178232785873442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her jazz costume where she danced to " Dancing In the Streets".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3jRtJdkKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/peb-gGJfcKg/s1600-h/IMG_8527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3jRtJdkKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/peb-gGJfcKg/s320/IMG_8527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345178226075209890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Chad went too!  I think he enjoyed watching Kate dance, but did not enjoy seeing her in so much makeup and with leotards on showcasing her long legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjwjNotI/AAAAAAAAAck/uFfEdan9qYc/s1600-h/IMG_8522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjwjNotI/AAAAAAAAAck/uFfEdan9qYc/s320/IMG_8522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345174138179658450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite costume and favorite dance.  It was tap to " It Don't Mean A Thing"... So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjeIYhaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_xT1Q6l4nqo/s1600-h/IMG_8410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjeIYhaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_xT1Q6l4nqo/s320/IMG_8410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345174133235287458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pretty leap!  Kate is in the yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjNfey6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/4JexbHapRTs/s1600-h/IMG_8509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjNfey6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/4JexbHapRTs/s320/IMG_8509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345174128768764834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Le Jazz Hot with her whole company.. Senior, Teen and Junior.  It was incredible.  And yes, friends.. You counted correctly.  I had to purchase 5 different costumes for the recital.  If you've ever had a dancer, then you feel my pain.  But, it was well worth it to see the smile on her face and the fun she had doing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fi8D9DMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Mj5B5FWl_XI/s1600-h/IMG_8404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fi8D9DMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Mj5B5FWl_XI/s320/IMG_8404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345174124089904322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-585473957270556408?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/06/kates-dance-recital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/Si3fjuZwpnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jaYzukd-hvA/s72-c/IMG_8536a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-1284700115577570680</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T18:26:14.542-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Violinist</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ShSqqdLmc8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/BecndB76Occ/s1600-h/IMG_8152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ShSqqdLmc8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/BecndB76Occ/s320/IMG_8152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338079104705393602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ShSqqJ6BBwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vq8gDN210nY/s1600-h/IMG_8150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ShSqqJ6BBwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vq8gDN210nY/s320/IMG_8150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338079099531364098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ShSqp70uoBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5LV6YJPc-Oo/s1600-h/IMG_8142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ShSqp70uoBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5LV6YJPc-Oo/s320/IMG_8142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338079095751090194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just wanted to share some pictures of Kate at her spring Orchestra concert.  I'm so proud of her for sticking it out this year and working to learn the violin.  She has done so well and really enjoys playing.  She has chosen to keep it up and continue in Orchestra as her elective for 6th grade as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think it suits her so well.  She's very detailed and studious and enjoys practicing the music.  Sometimes the practice gets a little... well....frustrating inside the house, but anyone who has a child that plays an instrument knows that practice is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This also leads to me to point out another advantage of Midway Schools.  Kate has been able to learn her violin and get excellent instruction at school during classroom hours.  We have had to pay for no outside lessons, and her concert was actually impressive for first year Orchestra students.  It was delightful. Yeah Midway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Keep up the good work, Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-1284700115577570680?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-violinist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ShSqqdLmc8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/BecndB76Occ/s72-c/IMG_8152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-2980581054633778470</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T06:32:31.216-07:00</atom:updated><title>Heart of a Child</title><description>This morning as I was getting Cort ready for school, I was talking to him about his Awanas for tonight.  We were covering what jewels he's earned and what he still needs to do.  One of the requirements is for the club members to bring a friend to Awanas.  Well, this is impossible for me because my cup runneth over with children on Wednesday nights.  So, the alternative is to pray for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning I told Cort that we need to pray for a friend.. anyone.  He stood there for a short minute and said, "I'd like to pray for Thomas."  I know he doesnt have a friend named Thomas at school, church, baseball... anywhere... Don't know Thomas. I say "Are you sure Cort?"... he's sure... we pray for Thomas.. who we don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 minutes passes.. he's eating his breakfast, I pick up my iphone and check my email.  I get an email from Gary Rhodes, and read it aloud to Chad as he's standing right next to Cort. It reads like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Choir,&lt;br /&gt;  I am very saddened to give you the tragic news that Jolie Gant was killed in a car accident yesterday.  Please pray for her son, Thomas as he has lost his mother."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt; Gary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cort is listening and says... "Did you just say, Thomas?"  I was so distracted by the terrible news, that I didn't even hear the child's name.  But, my 6 year old son did.  He looked at me with the... see Mom... look.. Just so sure of his decision to pray for Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cort has never met Jolie Gant, a fellow alto in choir and friend, nor does he know Thomas, as Thomas is much older than he.  Some would say this was just a coincidence.  I would like to believe that my Lord, who is amazing, can speak through the heart of a child and place another on his heart to pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-2980581054633778470?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart-of-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-3700293659847563427</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T06:53:28.681-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cort's First Baseball Game</title><description>If you've known Cort very long, you know that his LOVE is sports.  He has has a glove and ball in his hand since he could walk... and I'm not exaggerating.  He has spent countless hours having his Daddy "throw" to him from the couch.  SO.... Cort FINALLY being able to play REAL baseball has been a huge deal!  Sure, he's played tball, but according to Cort.. that was no challenge.  So, I thought I'd have to mark the moment where Cort had his FIRST REAL game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeiGQcL0bUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gZRxsxJqIL8/s1600-h/IMG_8086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeiGQcL0bUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gZRxsxJqIL8/s320/IMG_8086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654176367406402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my son excited after he just got someone out at first base.  He loved playing first base for his first game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeiGQFTeIUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WHj-rLKjJHI/s1600-h/IMG_8076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeiGQFTeIUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WHj-rLKjJHI/s320/IMG_8076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654170225484098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeiGQGtOvdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jYcXecLPkow/s1600-h/IMG_8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeiGQGtOvdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jYcXecLPkow/s320/IMG_8082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654170601962962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cort getting a good solid base hit on his very first pitch on his first at bat... 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We don't have any pictures as a whole family because Daddy was serving at the church before and after service. There was a lot to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZW5_q_4I/AAAAAAAAAak/cwndFzTFeTA/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZW5_q_4I/AAAAAAAAAak/cwndFzTFeTA/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324760384495353730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Lifegroup Easter Egg Hunt at our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZWt-a88I/AAAAAAAAAac/-NLABv1hDqE/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZWt-a88I/AAAAAAAAAac/-NLABv1hDqE/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324760381268882370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVde6fcn1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/cxcmNRfZDZU/s1600-h/IMG_8052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVde6fcn1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/cxcmNRfZDZU/s320/IMG_8052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324764920114093906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Easter morning pictures!  It was a beautiful service and a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVdet5QwwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TM24uCQroH0/s1600-h/IMG_8061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVdet5QwwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/TM24uCQroH0/s320/IMG_8061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324764916732707586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZXfHMolI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cHFBDXGdiuU/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZXfHMolI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cHFBDXGdiuU/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324760394459030098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to The Embassy Suites next to the Dallas Galleria on Good Friday night.  The kids LOVE that hotel.  The hotel ran a special for the night.  We enjoyed it very much because all of the suites offer a seperate room for mom and dad, a nice indoor pool/ hot tub, a made to order breakfast, and two huge flatscreen tvs.. The main event is the gorgeous swans that swim around the hotel.  We LOVE watching them.&lt;br /&gt;  We also took the girls to American Girl Doll store at the Galleria.  I'm so thrilled that my 11 year old still wants to go to the doll store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZXDP0_fI/AAAAAAAAAas/xZJP1JlZmHs/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SeVZXDP0_fI/AAAAAAAAAas/xZJP1JlZmHs/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324760386979036658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Cort's first time to ice skate... watch the video.. he says... 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The day was just gorgeous and perfect weather for an outing to the park.  We went over to Whitehall park about 7:00 and got it done.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAnrOFEvlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JXivFELnioM/s1600-h/IMG_7939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAnrOFEvlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JXivFELnioM/s320/IMG_7939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318794783391792722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's always an adventure getting four kids dressed in something clean and happy to take pictures.  This year went better than most. I guess the older the kids get, the happier they are.  I wish the same went for Daddy.  He's not always a good sport about going out... even just to help.  I think he hates it as much as they do, but since Kate was born, I have a picture every year in the Texas Bluebonnets, and this year will be no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAnqRu4b8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/brldknhKAhk/s1600-h/IMG_7926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAnqRu4b8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/brldknhKAhk/s320/IMG_7926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318794767192584130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAmgN9vkmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VsRp-JWxRhA/s1600-h/IMG_7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAmgN9vkmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VsRp-JWxRhA/s320/IMG_7925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318793494870856290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAmgAgL-II/AAAAAAAAAYk/nxLuHY-vZNE/s1600-h/IMG_7888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAmgAgL-II/AAAAAAAAAYk/nxLuHY-vZNE/s320/IMG_7888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318793491257227394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAmfvPfLiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_7jQfONDVHw/s1600-h/IMG_7871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAmfvPfLiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_7jQfONDVHw/s320/IMG_7871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318793486623780386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAlZiT0wuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oa8UxA-jbG4/s1600-h/IMG_7857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAlZiT0wuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/oa8UxA-jbG4/s320/IMG_7857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318792280561468130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-5252767318467400633?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/03/bluebonnet-babes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SdAnrKUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/21r2hFLgTB8/s72-c/IMG_7945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-7140993737537559820</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T15:46:43.648-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lucky Jeans...lucky me!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ScAnXegqqhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BtcFEdSC2Do/s1600-h/xhol_Logoa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ScAnXegqqhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BtcFEdSC2Do/s320/xhol_Logoa.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314290844577737234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like St. Patty's Day to bring luck and fortune :) !  Here's my lucky story for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was loading my car with armloads of clothes to take the the Care Center at Highland.  As I was filling the back end of my car with both mine and my kids clothes, I was contemplating taking all of them to the resale shop instead of giving them to the needy.  I was going over in my head what I could probably get for them, and what I would do with the money. They were for the most part, name brand clothes.  But, then I was thinking about how they would be a blessing to someone who couldnt afford to shop even at the resale stores. I was remembering stories Chad has told me about the folks that frequent the Care Center, and  I didn't give the resale shop another thought.  The clothes were given and I was going on with my day happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or so later I had just about 45 minutes to spend doing something I wanted until I had to pick up Clayton from Mother's Day Out, so as usual, the mall seemed the perfect place to spend my extra time.  I wandered through JC Penney with my coupon in hand not needing a thing, but looking just because I could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered to a sale rack of jeans. 19.99.  I remembered that my friend had told me about a favorite brand of jeans she liked from Penney's, so I ran across some and picked them up to try on. Right next to them was a pair of LUCKY BRAND jeans.  They just happened to be my size, so I took them in the dressing room with the others... honestly, just because they looked comfy. I'm completely unfamiliar with LUCKY brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JC Penney jeans were great.. but the zipper was broken.. DARN.  The LUCKY jeans were a perfect fit and so comfy, but I noticed they did not have a price on them anywhere.  HUMMM... They were hanging on the 19.99 rack, but we know how that goes. The only thing on them was a Brand hangtag, but no price.  I look around for more, but there are none in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I walk up to the register and ask the young little sales lady how much cost.  She said they don't look familiar and called for the manager.  The manager walked over and said, "Maam, we don't sell this brand. They are in here by mistake.  I'm not sure what the story is, but my best guess is someone traded these jeans for a new pair and just left us theirs. I'm so sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still want the jeans.. You know, I am NOT against shopping at a retail shop, and I've even been known to shop at Goodwill, so a pair of jeans that were worn before don't scare me.  That's what the washing machine is for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager instructs the salesclerk to just throw them in the trash because &lt;br /&gt;"We can't sell them". Well, I just stood there and said, "Now ladies, let's not trash a perfectly good pair of jeans.  Couldn't I just have them if they're going in the trash anyway?  She looked at me and said "Doesn't bother me.. Take them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there I go walking out of Penneys with my money, my coupon, AND a new pair of jeans.  So, I immediately call my sister and tell her what just went down.  She informed me that last week she was shopping with her teenage daughter and saw LUCKY jeans for $115.  So,  looks like I got a bargain!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've gone through my washer and dryer, they're all clean, AND they still fit! This leads me to think two things...1- The Lord blesses those who give.. and 2-  While I'm not Irish.. I will claim the Luck of the Irish today for my new jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-7140993737537559820?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-jeanslucky-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/ScAnXegqqhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BtcFEdSC2Do/s72-c/xhol_Logoa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-6895523666514313023</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T11:07:05.464-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cotillion.. Cruel and Unusual Punishment?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SZ79_-4cO_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/TdZ5HJkwjm0/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SZ79_-4cO_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/TdZ5HJkwjm0/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956686742338546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SZ79_irkvjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/APCHcHO9kTo/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SZ79_irkvjI/AAAAAAAAAX0/APCHcHO9kTo/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956679172177458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past six weeks Kate participated in Waco's Annual Cotillion Classes. If you are not familiar with Cotillion, it's a etiquette class for boys and girls that meets on Tuesdays for an hour and teaches 4th - 7th graders proper etiquette in social situations. It was a time for Kate to practice the polite way to address adults, and how to accept an invitation from a young man to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate griped and argued about having to go. Most Tuesdays turned into some sort of argument about what dress she HAD to wear, why she had to fix her hair, how unfair it is that she had to go do something so ridiculous. But for Chad and me.. it's just something she needed to do. Most of her friends in Midway were also signed up, so how bad could it possibly be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Several of the Tuesday classes were theme days. There was 50's Day sock hop, Western Day and this past Tuesday was Father/ Daughter... Mother/Son Day. Chad took her and was able to get some fantastic video for me. And well, it's just plain funny. I couldn't upload the videos because apparantly they are too long, but boy, have I gotten a good chuckle over what these cute little awkward preteens did at Cotillion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SZ79_82HbzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/idHOfdYCmc4/s1600-h/IMG_7592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SZ79_82HbzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/idHOfdYCmc4/s320/IMG_7592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956686195715890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little Kate is about a head taller than all the little boys there. I'm sure that had to be fun! Oh well, it's over for little Kate and I'm sure it's an experience she'll always have fond memories of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-6895523666514313023?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/02/cotillion-cruel-and-unusual-punishment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SZ79_-4cO_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/TdZ5HJkwjm0/s72-c/IMG_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-7672131668103109369</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-04T12:32:14.659-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cort and the Harlem Globetrotters</title><description>I'm posting an email my hubby sent out to his business email recipients. Since he was actually there and I WASN'T :(.. I figure his story will be more accurate.  It's so much FUN!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't resist.  These emails are normally reserved for more economic and/or financial information but please let this father have his moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my son, Cort, and I were graciously invited to watch the Harlem Globetrotters at the Ferrell Center at Baylor.  Our court side tickets were courtesy of our good friends David Ridley and Robert West with KWTX News Channel 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole production was a great deal of fun and the crowd was much larger than I had anticipated.  Throughout the game the Globetrotters would play tricks on the referrees and with folks in the audience.  The entire length of the game Cort kept saying, "Daddy, why can't I go on the court with the other kids?"  Well, he got his chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With less than 5 minutes to play in the game "Big Easy" came to our side fo the floor, pointed to Cort, and asked him if he would come on down and take a shot for him.  Cort looked at me and I said, "Go make a basket!"  He pops from his seat and makes his way onto the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big Easy" gave Cort the ball midway between the free throw line and the base line.  The ref calls timeout and questions "Big Easy" as to whom this child belongs to.  "Big Easy" responds by saying that Cort is his son, and can't he see the family resemblance.  Then "Big Easy" hands Cort the ball and tells him to take a shot.  What follows next makes this father really proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cort shoots.  Cort scores.  The crowd erupts with cheering.  Then, with no prompting, Cort begins to dance a little jig that includeds the following:  his fingers pointing in the air, high stepping, heel kicking, and booty shaking.  Needless to say, the Globetrotters, and the crowd, broke into laughter and began to dance right along with him.    Hillarious!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I have pics of the whole affair.  Take a look at the below link to the picture section of the Globetrotter website.  &lt;a href="http://www.printroom.com/ViewGalleryPhoto.asp?evgroupid=0&amp;userid=HGT&amp;gallery_id=1421624&amp;image_id=67"&gt;Just above the first pic of Cort you will see where you can scroll thru pics 68 - 81.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me brag a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-7672131668103109369?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/02/cort-and-harlem-globetrotters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-3545762236646073175</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-16T07:45:09.966-08:00</atom:updated><title>It's a Small Town Thing!</title><description>Wow!  I just realized how long it's been since I've written a new post. Life just took off around here after Christmas, just like it does all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a call Tuesday morning that Chad's Grandmother from Caddo Mills, Tx had passed away.  She was 88 and had been dealing with Alzheimers for about 10 years, so we know she is in a much better place now... reunited with her husband and enjoying a new mind and fullyabled body.  So, we made the trip up to Caddo Mills, Tx to plan and attend her funeral on Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caddo Mills is the town Chad grew up in. He spent his whole life until he left for college in the town with 1100 in population, one stop light, one tiny grocery store that's overpriced and about 30 students in his graduating class at Caddo Mills High School which named him the Valdectorian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to kinda secretly snicker and  tease Chad about his small town, but I have never been more embraced, taken care of and loved as we were from this sweet little town yesterday for MeMaw's funeral.  The visitation in the little Caddo Mills funeral home was packed with people of all ages coming out to show support to Chad and his family.  There was food everywhere, flowers galore, people lined up just to give a pat on the back and I think, just to see Chad again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was worried about what they were wearing or better yet, what anyone else was wearing.  No one noticed who had on designer boots or whose hair looked perfect, who had on the most stylish outfit.  None of that... these good folks had just come from work in their clothes and strickly cared about being there for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Chad's dad's house, the doorbell rang and rang with people dropping over homecooked casseroles, desserts, salads, or just there to talk, remember and hug. You name it and we had it.  Then, for the actual funeral service, we showed up to the church and the sweet ladies from the tiny little First Baptist Caddo Mills, that probably has 80 -100 in attendance each Sunday, had a spread like I have never seen prepared for the family to have before the funeral.  They were serving our plates, helping with the children, making drinks, they even had a playroom set up for the kids to go to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sweet funeral done by the current pastor of the 1st Baptist Caddo Mills, we headed to the cemetary.  The ride there was the final thought that made me realize what a sweet town my man grew up in.  As we were all in a line behind the hurst with our lights on, cars were actually pulling over, men on the side of the street were removing their hats, tractors on the road stopped moving, a garbage truck actually pulled over and the driver inside removed his hat as well.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cemetary was full of gravestones from names I have heard over and over while in Caddo Mills... generations of families all in one place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience made me stop and think about two things: First, I'm so thankful that Chad had the experience to grow up with these folks who truly treat each other like family and stop everything to bless those who need it. I honesty think it is the first time I realized what made him, HIM.. This small town that raised him modeled service and just loving people.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, It made me think about how our generation is becoming so busy that I'm afraid we're getting away from serving others and blessing families.  I'm sure I'm just speaking to myself here. I hope that even in the larger towns, we'll always form and keep our special bonds with our dear friends and will give them a "small town" feel when it's needed! It sure blessed me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-3545762236646073175?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-small-town-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-3695949075916152112</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 06:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T23:02:48.286-08:00</atom:updated><title>New Year Resolutions!</title><description>Let's have some fun and talk about our NY resolutions.  I know, it's that time of year.  The time we all try to say what we want to do and then fall off the bandwagon a month in.  I'm sure guilty of that.  BUT, because it's tradition, I feel like I'm going to make some anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-  Chad and I decided to go on a cash only basis for our spending.  I feel like there was a sign given to me from above when I lost my debit card last week. So, now, I have no choice but to use cash. I'm not the best cash spender. I'd way rather swipe a debit card than worry about having cash, but I think we decided that it'd be something we'd like to try for a while.  It's really not about "charging" things as we typically don't have a problem with that... but more about keeping up with the family budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  I want to be a better mom.  I think I'm pretty decent at setting time out for my hubby.. In fact, I think we spend quite a bit of time together and enjoy it. But, I feel like I need to give my kids more one on one time and focus on them individually.  More single kid date nights, etc.  I also need to improve my patience with them.  They're just kids and they really do need to ask mom 100 questions each. I also want to spend time showing them things and taking them to new places.  Even just places around our community and surrounding areas that are interesting.  A trip to a Mexican Beach might be nice too!! I'm sure I could squeak that under the "being a better mom" resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-  I'd like to make some improvements on the house.  I really want to focus on painting some things, replacing some things, cleaning out some things.. You get it.  All of the things that take time and effort.. and money, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-  I want to cook more decent meals.  I "prepare" things and we all eat around the table each night. But,  Preparing a meal and cooking a meal to me are two different things. Anyone can "prepare" a box of mac and cheese and baked potatoes, but cooking a meal takes a little more thought and effort.  My kids really need to broaden their horizens with what they eat, and I feel obligated to help them do it by offering a bigger variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me share. Anyone else have NY resolutions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-3695949075916152112?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-9065739683667343162</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 13:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T06:03:15.098-08:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas, Everyone!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SVI_XSWIFsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dGOEZ9yYp2w/s1600-h/castle_christmas_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SVI_XSWIFsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dGOEZ9yYp2w/s400/castle_christmas_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283354982153197250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Christmas is already here again! I LOVE this time of year, but am always a little sad  when it's over.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we took the kids to see the lights in Belton.  If you've not been, you must go. It's terrific.  While we were viewing the lights and talking about all the hard work that went into putting them up, a conversation started about how special the Baby Jesus must be to have everyone go to such lengths to celebrate his birth.  We laughed and talked about how crazy it would be if we all had such enormous birthday parties celebrated by so many people on OUR birthdays.  It just reminded me that through the commercialism and stress of Christmas, it's about Jesus and Only Jesus.  As long as we can stay focused on that, Christmas will always be a special time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus and Merry Christmas to all of our friends and family.  We literally couldn't be us without you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-9065739683667343162?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SVI_XSWIFsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dGOEZ9yYp2w/s72-c/castle_christmas_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-3055347264200822603</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T22:41:10.844-08:00</atom:updated><title>In My Opinion....</title><description>Christmas this year has brought up a lot of interesting thoughts to me, and I'd just like to share them... well, because I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-  Target really needs to fix their exchange policy.  I was reading it today.  While I love their product and think their store is great, how can they not exchange ANYTHING without the receipt. Now, I understand return for cash, but EXCHANGE should be doable.  With Walmart returning and exchanging just about anything you can dig out of the closet, how can Target not improve their plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  People should not be buying their 6 year old an Ipod or cell phone as a Christmas gift.  It makes it that much harder on those of us who are unwilling to buy them for our 11 yr old... and furthermore, Kids should be kids and get kid stuff while they're young. Quit making them grow up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-  The movie theaters really need to have some late morning shows. I mean, why can't they open at 10:00?  Especially at times when they know kids will be home from school.  Don't they know Preschoolers nap starting at 12:00 when they open? I'm telling you, a morning movie for the kids would be a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-  We all need to curve our spending at Christmas time.  My sweet friend, Angela, had such a great idea and really got me thinking about giving money to others less fortunate. Why do we spend so much money trying to buy each other presents and hope to get presents while people in other places.. and in our own country for that matter, are barely eating.  Something just feels wrong about that.  We all need to step back and take a look at our consumerism.  If we'd all do it, it'd make it easier on the whole bunch. It's hard to explain to kids why they get one gift when their best friend is getting a phone, ipod, laptop and Vera Bradley purse all in one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-  The Y needs to have extra late hours around Christmas for those of us who want to go run off those extra pieces of fudge we ate. Wii fit just doesn't always do it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-  Last, but not least, the stock market should NOT be open on Christmas Eve.  Let's just think about it.. do we really want to trade stocks while we're broke from overspending?  Most of all, the stock market being open keeps Daddys away from families for the day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me share what was on my mind today!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-3055347264200822603?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-my-opinion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-5931742440116278000</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T14:01:05.055-08:00</atom:updated><title>Let's just be honest here....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SUanxhAarfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RixVFR6_SLw/s1600-h/honest_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SUanxhAarfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RixVFR6_SLw/s320/honest_award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280092082254032370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently tagged by my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.aisforangela.blogspot.com"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;, with this fun little assignment. Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you receive the prize, you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in their content or design. Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing that they were prized with 'Honest Weblog'. List [if you can and/or dare] at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just be honest in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-  I am extremely frugal and also suffer from buyer's remorse.  I go to the store and buy something and sit around for hours thinking about how much it costs and how I should have spent my money differently.  $20 is a lot to me regardless of the item.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  I hate losing things.  I even hate when my kids lose things.  If I start to look for something and can't find it, I can't move on until I figure out where it is.  If it's bad enough that I really can't find it, it bothers me a great deal.  This is the same for my children losing school papers, receipts, ds games...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-  My mom was a strict parent.  It wasn't her fault.  Because of my dad's job, she did a lot of single parenting, and trust me , I know how hard it is to control four children.  BUT, because of this, I think I am extra lenient on my kids.  I am not the disciplinarian and don't like to try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-  Some Sundays I don't want to go to church.. I know... Big Gasp!  We are every Sunday church goers and to tell you the truth, sometimes a Sunday off as a family would be inviting... which leads me to number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-  I don't like our current Sunday schedule.  I miss worshiping WITH my husband and family. Between hubby attending two Sunday schools and me being in choir, I'm not sure how to fix it.  I'm working on the solution though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-  I am very bad about comparing myself to others.  That's really all I will say about that.  I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-  I don't like to cook.  AT ALL.  I do cook, but I cook out of obligation and obligation only. I think it goes back to number 1.  I just don't like spending money at the grocery store and then my picky kids don't eat what I cook anyway, so I HATE cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-  I am reliving my childhood through my children.. mostly my daughters.  It's true.  They have opportunities I didn't have for various reasons, and I will tell you that I love making sure they get there and do what they love.  I couldn't be prouder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-  I am competitive.  I'll tell you that I LOVE to watch my kids win at whatever they are playing. BUT, I am a quiet competitor.  I can hide it very well, but inside I'm just dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-  I think I married up. I never imagined I'd deserve a husband that loves me so much and takes such good care of me.  That's just the honest truth. Another little honest truth about us is that we chat on the phone numerous times a day.  Love that, but some friends think it's a little over the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'd like to tag, Chastity, Heidi and Adrielle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-5931742440116278000?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-just-be-honest-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SUanxhAarfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RixVFR6_SLw/s72-c/honest_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-770953731614101927</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T06:56:49.329-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday, Mom!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SUJ5pWkf4BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/As-vRSlgHIA/s1600-h/IMG_5300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SUJ5pWkf4BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/As-vRSlgHIA/s320/IMG_5300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278915464571904018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mom's birthday.  She's probably over in Baton Rouge doing something to serve either my dad or one of my three siblings, or one of her 16 grandkids. That's just the kind of gal she is... a servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't think I ever fully appreciated my mother and all she did/does until I became a mom of four little kids close together and know all that goes into it.  But, my mom isn't just any other mom, she's the kind of mom that had homecooked meals around the table EVERY night. The kind of mom who gave up every one of her Saturday mornings to make the children's choir at church OUTSTANDING, which, by the way, I know is responsible for training me to sing. And the kind of mom who took us shopping on the weekends just for the fun of a girl's day out.  I still look forward to those days as an adult too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First and foremost my mom is a terrific example of a dedicated wife.  She has always loved my dad with the uptmost sincerity and been his top supporter.  Her love and devotion to him is an example to all wives out there.  She's his best friend and would do anything to bless him.  What a beautiful example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I love you, Mom.  I miss being able to drop by your house and just visit. I miss you seeing my kids grow up on a daily basis and them getting to benefit daily from your servant spirit. Thank you for all of the hours you put in praying for me and helping me be a better me.  It has not gone unnoticed! Happy Birthday!  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-770953731614101927?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SUJ5pWkf4BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/As-vRSlgHIA/s72-c/IMG_5300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-6303243025754448363</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T13:05:35.176-08:00</atom:updated><title>He just wanted Batman</title><description>Okay, get ready for this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Clayton was having a good day, so I decided to run into the Hewitt Walmart for a few items.  I really just wanted to look at a couple of things. No big shopping list.  Well, as I was shopping Clayton spotted a Batman toy that he wanted.  He put it into the buggy and was acting as if it was going home with him. I was NOT buying Batman, so I simply put it back on the shelf kindly telling Clayton  "Not today".  We'll ask Santa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton did not like that I wasn't buying Batman and started to let the whole store know it. I WANT BATMAN... BATTTTMMMMMAAANNNNNNNN!!  I did NOT concede to the Batman screams, but I did rush along trying to do the best I could, and finished up getting the 2 or 3 items I needed.  The whole time I'm whispering in his ear.. "When we get home, Mommy is going to spank your heine".. That then led him to scream out " I DON'T WANT A SPANKING".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton screams through checkout, even while the lady has to do a price check.. just my luck.. We leave the store. He's still screaming "I want Batman".  I get to the car just dying to spank his bottom, but don't because all I can think of is the survelliance cameras all over the place and God knows I did NOT want my picture all over the national news as a child abuser!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home sends endless. He's screaming, I'm speeding.. just so irriated at him.  I get home,shed my sweater and boots because by now I'm burning up hot.  I take Clayton into his room, spank his bottom and lay him down for his nap.  Of course telling him that his behavior is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 minutes passes and someone knocks on my door. Clayton is STILL screaming.  It's the Woodway Police.  He says..."Mam did you just get home a short time ago"  "Yes"  " Do you drive a dark colored Excursion"  "Yes" ( I'm just waiting for my speeding ticket here)  "Well, Mam we have a call of a possible child abduction in the Walmart parking lot.  We had some calls that a child was screaming and being kidnapped"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is just die of embarrassment.  OH MY GOSH!!! Does it get worse?  I told the officer about Clayton wanting Batman and that I was NOT buying Batman today.  Is that against the law.. I really want to know? The officer was friendly, but got my name and all of my information, was forwarding it on to God only knows who else can listen on the radio that I have a screaming kid.. Like all of Woodway couldn't already hear it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insists on seeing Clayton before he goes.  The very large uniformed 6ft 3 officer walks in his bedroom. Clayton immediately silences and reaches for me.  Thankfully the house was squeaky clean, so hopefully I did not fit the bill of a child abductor.. I took the opportunity to tell Clayton that the police had to come see him just because of his bad behavior in Walmart.  The officer looks at Clayton and says " Are you okay, son?"  Clayton says " NO"  The officer says "What's wrong?"  And, my Clayton responded back with " I just want BATMAN"... UGGHHH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer to show the officer Clayton's birth certificate or the family photo album, but he passes and is fine with the inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer left, but I'm still sitting here as embarrassed as I've ever been.  I'm sure Yost Zachary and the other Woodway Police Officers are going to have a field day with this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If commenting, please tell me what you would have done in this situation?  I know I was right not to spank in public, but what else could I have done? Oh dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-6303243025754448363?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-just-wanted-batman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-5624953711767026648</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T16:28:07.718-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ohhh.... the Magic!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmJVQcBdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QmsWiP2ja0s/s1600-h/IMG_0862a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmJVQcBdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QmsWiP2ja0s/s320/IMG_0862a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276079273975481810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmJpQbsYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qBACnH9AETY/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmJpQbsYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qBACnH9AETY/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276079279344169346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd share some of our Disney pics and some highlights.  We had such a great time and loved every second of it.  I already want to plan another trip.  I HIGHLY recommend a Disney vacation at least once in your child's life. Hopefully we've made some great memories for the kids&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; We had one major scare within 5 minutes of us being at the airport. We had arrived at DFW before 7am and were checking in along with 5,000 other holiday travelers.  Chad advised me to go get in line. I did along with my four children.  I stood there about a minute and a half and did my first head count and came up one short.  I panicked, turned and walked toward Chad hollering "Do you have Clayton?"  Of course, he didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After about another 2 minutes of me running up and down the baggage check screaming "CLAYTON" with everyone looking at me.. I see Clayton holding his blue blankie, crying walking back toward me with a security guard.  The whole family cried, took a deep breath, and went on.  I immediately walked over to baggage check, got one of the paper bag tags and wrote " IF LOST CALL..." and quickly hooked it to Clayton's belt loop in his jeans.  He wore his luggage tag most of the week.  Thankfully,  there were no more scares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmKwc1xXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4_XOyil9foA/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmKwc1xXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4_XOyil9foA/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276079298455127410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would HIGHLY recommend the All Star Resorts. I was a little skeptical because it is what Disney refers to as a "Value" resort. It was fantastic and if we had to do it all over again, we'd choose the same place!  We had a family suite with was a bedroom with a queen size bed and a living area with TWO full bathrooms and a kitchenette.  It was great and a great location.  The food court was fantastic and so convenient.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/STh0LntBBLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AQOzIAu2izk/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/STh0LntBBLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AQOzIAu2izk/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276094706449712306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  This is a picture of the resort from our room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I could go on and on.  I have more pictures on Facebook for any of you Facebookers if you want to view.  It was just a fantastic experience and definitely worth the money.  I told Chad that I want to work at Magic Kingdom and have a Disney ministry.  All of the people are so friendly, I'm sure they'd be happy to listen to the message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmKeTPw_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/n1zZWo1Y1cE/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmKeTPw_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/n1zZWo1Y1cE/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276079293583049714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmI00vZVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0GKfOQ6fDMo/s1600-h/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmI00vZVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0GKfOQ6fDMo/s320/IMG_0822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276079265269376338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-5624953711767026648?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/12/ohhh-magic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SThmJVQcBdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QmsWiP2ja0s/s72-c/IMG_0862a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-6146826392019778430</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-23T20:02:41.934-08:00</atom:updated><title>Another First</title><description>Today Caroline got her first pair of glasses.  That makes her the first of our children to need them.  Hopefully, maybe, the only.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school nurse sent a note home last week saying that Caroline struggled on the school eye test, so off I went to the optometrist to find out that the trusty school nurse is completely correct. My baby needs glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share a picture of her proudly wearing them.  I think they're precious on her.  When she first wore them she said out loud, "Wow!  Is this what everything is suppose to look like?"  How exciting to finally be able to see things with clarity.  I completely understand her as I have terrible vision and wear contacts myself... so here's my new glasses cutie!( by the way, YES, that is my Christmas tree put up and decorated behind her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSokv6tqseI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ljgz7yx5aF0/s1600-h/IMG_7277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSokv6tqseI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ljgz7yx5aF0/s320/IMG_7277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272066719423836642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share some other pics.  This is the sweet little Thanksgiving Feast that the Kindergarteners had at the Elementary school.  Cort was a darling little Indian Chief wearing feathers he had earned during the week.  He was so proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSokws7VMNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ltx6y5CR0hg/s1600-h/n773288273_1630941_9833a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSokws7VMNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ltx6y5CR0hg/s320/n773288273_1630941_9833a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272066732902920402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSokwbi49mI/AAAAAAAAAVk/nj_Yw3nLlCc/s1600-h/IMG_7219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSokwbi49mI/AAAAAAAAAVk/nj_Yw3nLlCc/s320/IMG_7219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272066728237004386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share my favorite picture from Caroline's last meet of the season! It was this weekend in Fort Worth. She did a fantastic job and completed a great season. Now, we can take some deep breaths and enjoy some free weekends until next season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSol_mn1l9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/qSvqX9Ii5Us/s1600-h/IMG_7265a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSol_mn1l9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/qSvqX9Ii5Us/s320/IMG_7265a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272068088420210642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that the gymnastics season is complete, the glasses are purchased, the Kindergarten feast is all done... it's time for me to start packing because FOUR more days until we take the crew to the "World"... Hello, Mickey... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSol_yu8SEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H4VdW40pUzI/s1600-h/mickeymousesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSol_yu8SEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/H4VdW40pUzI/s320/mickeymousesmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272068091671234626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of my blogging buddies have a fantastic Christ filled Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-6146826392019778430?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SSokv6tqseI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ljgz7yx5aF0/s72-c/IMG_7277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-3305318960137259869</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 05:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T08:16:23.724-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lead Me On, BABY!</title><description>&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SR-rZmHOtUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ucHFKJ5nd7I/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269118545262720322 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SR-rZmHOtUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ucHFKJ5nd7I/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SR-rZEaPd0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GRzu76QKoIE/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269118536215656258 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SR-rZEaPd0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GRzu76QKoIE/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SR-rY-daEmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/nGC9zENA0ek/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269118534618321506 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SR-rY-daEmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/nGC9zENA0ek/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Last night was FANTASTIC for me. I had the outstanding opportunity to enjoy a blast from the past and go with my sweet girlfriends to see Amy Grant and her Lead Me On tour with NO song played that was written after 1988! It was AWESOME. If you know anything about me you know that I LOVE Amy Grant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I died and could come back as anyone, it would be Amy Grant. In high school I used to try to make my hair look like hers. And I've always been proud to be an alto, just like Amy. I wanted to be her, people! Yes, I know.. She's a Christian artist who's been divorced. I DON'T care and you shouldn't either. Move past it. Be happy for her and Vince and get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night was so wonderful for me. She sang songs that will always be favorites.. 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I can not tell you how many times I've heard the gorgeous song, El Shaddi butchered.  It doesn't matter...I can think past those awful times and still LOVE to hear it sung by my Amy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunantely, I've never had the opportunity to meet her, and that's okay with me. Sometimes it's better not to know more than necessary about the person that's been allowed a special place in your heart. But, last night myself and about 700 other Amy fans enjoyed 2 hours of our favorites in a show that I'll never forget. Thanks, Chad for the ticket and thanks to my girlfriends that were willing to go with me. 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He's 3 1/2 and has been complaining of a backache.  His Daddy, my brother, Kyle, is a physician so of course he's been checking out his complaints, but was not real worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My sister in law, Debbie, took him to his pediatrician where she did routine Xrays and a CAT scan.  They saw some spots on Reese's spine that are suspicious and could be quite serious.  They arranged for an MRI for December, but the doctor  felt it was important that Reese do the MRI right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He is scheduled for an MRI tomorrow morning at 6:30 in Baton Rouge. He will have to be put to sleep for the test. PLEASE join me in praying that Reese has no signs of anything serious and that he will get a fantastic, clean report tomorrow.   Thank you ALL..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRyjafCL46I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Q0eIFQZoPh8/s1600-h/IMG_5734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRyjafCL46I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Q0eIFQZoPh8/s320/IMG_5734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268265339519230882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Praise the Lord! HE is the great physician.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-3883028483865778741?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-pray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRyja2FZIBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bdBCyGL3a_0/s72-c/IMG_5688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-8530291578990067572</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-05T11:53:51.489-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday, Kate and Caroline!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRH1Y4YQ93I/AAAAAAAAASY/t9Kr7Vws_AU/s1600-h/kate+pictures+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRH1Y4YQ93I/AAAAAAAAASY/t9Kr7Vws_AU/s320/kate+pictures+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265259247172646770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a special day for me. Both of my girls were born on November 5th.  The first cool air of fall always reminds me of the sweet days I brought my fall babies home.  I will never forget the moment Kate was born.  Being my first baby I was absolutely awestruck at the process of giving birth and how amazing God is to have come up with a plan so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember 11 years ago holding my little 8 lbs 13 oz Kate and being on cloud nine because I had a baby girl.   Her delivery was the least painful of the four.  I had the best epidural of the four too, but I did have trouble right after she was born.  I'm not sure what it's called, but my uterus wouldn't contract back by itself and I had too much blood loss which caused me to feel extremely weak for quite a while after her birth. But, all in all, her delivery was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, two precious years later, my little 7 lb 5 oz Caroline was born. I remember the whole experience feeling like deja vu.  We parked in the same parking space, had the same birthing room and Kate was born at 5:34 and Caroline at 4:34.  It was just too wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRH1Y8wtCgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pWA6-KFqi9Y/s1600-h/kate+pictures+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRH1Y8wtCgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pWA6-KFqi9Y/s320/kate+pictures+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265259248348891650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was THRILLED to have two girls so close together. I remember Caroline's delivery as being the most painful of the four.  I was not as impressed with the epidural guy that worked the day she was born. Something just didn't take quite right, but none the less, I had my sweet Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post some pictures of Kate's 2nd birthday party that took place on my hospital bed at Hillcrest the day Caroline was born. It was a precious moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRH1ZHYCESI/AAAAAAAAASg/sy-hJll5HdA/s1600-h/kate+pictures+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRH1ZHYCESI/AAAAAAAAASg/sy-hJll5HdA/s320/kate+pictures+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265259251198202146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting thing having my girls share their birthday.  My sister and I also share a birthday 2 years apart.  It's a very special bond that my sister and I have.  I can't stand to be apart from her on our birthday.  It just makes me feel like a part of me is missing.  So far, my girls have sometimes complained about sharing a birthday, but all in all, I think they wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-8530291578990067572?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-kate-and-caroline.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SRH1Y4YQ93I/AAAAAAAAASY/t9Kr7Vws_AU/s72-c/kate+pictures+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1898420354085759045.post-805486393517321960</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-02T20:58:32.156-08:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend Chaos</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ54_c-EneI/AAAAAAAAARw/HAPrfc5Gv2M/s1600-h/IMG_6980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ54_c-EneI/AAAAAAAAARw/HAPrfc5Gv2M/s400/IMG_6980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278045946322402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I survived this weekend.  It was just crazy.  It has caused me to really think about what we are doing to ourselves by living by this chaotic schedule.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the kids got out of school all hyped up and ready to go for Halloween.  Caroline had gymnastics, as she does every Friday, from 4:00- 6:00. Her Halloween party with her team started at 5:00.  She was Dorothy and insisted that I be there with Todo aka T bone (our new Yorkie) as part of her costume for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we left there at 6:00 and met our fantastic neighbors for a round of trick or treating in the neighborhood.  After about an hour the kids decided they were tired and hungry and wanted to call it quits.  So, we headed to Whataburger for a very nutritious dinner and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was just crazy.  Chad was giving a financial workshop from 10:00 -2:00 and Caroline had her district meet in Weatherford at 12:45.  Kate had 2 birthday parties, so she decided she wanted to stay in Waco. So, Friday night she slept over with her BFF, went to the Baylor Homecoming Parade and got to her Birthday parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline and I dropped the boys off at Nana's on the way to the meet.. which, by the way, Caroline ROCKED!  She received first place on bars and fourth place all around with a 36.925. OUTSTANDING.. This places her in the gold division for state which is a tremendous accomplishment.. Anyway.. Nana kindly offered the keep the boys overnight so Chad and I could go out with our friends for our annual anniversary celebration which I was rushing home for after a LONG meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ5-v1TsKuI/AAAAAAAAASA/j_FIShm87Oc/s1600-h/IMG_7036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ5-v1TsKuI/AAAAAAAAASA/j_FIShm87Oc/s320/IMG_7036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264284374671305442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ5-vEl7AWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WUlLJYoei94/s1600-h/IMG_7033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ5-vEl7AWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WUlLJYoei94/s320/IMG_7033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264284361594437986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With Kate at a slumber party and the boys at Nana's, this left just Caroline with us.  Chad and I decided that having a night out alone was a rarity and decided to pawn little Caroline off on the Stevens.  Imagine their delight when Caroline showed up with her overnight bag.. :)  I started to leave her and she leaned down and whispered... "Mrs. Stevens didn't know I was sleeping over".  Oh.. dear.. Sorry! I guess I didn't specify that we wondered if Caroline could stay for the WHOLE night. Thank you, Kim! I owe you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was  a fantastic time of fellowship and food with good friends.So, on Sunday when the alarm went off  on what should have been a luxurious sleep one hour later day with NO kids to dress for church Chad says.. " Why are you so crabby already?" Then I began explaining what Sunday entailed that was making me so crabby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scheduled to be on Praise Team, which means a 8:30 arrival. After church I would have to leave early to go meet Nana with the boys in Hillsboro, drive straight to Caroline's soccer party, which Chad was IN CHARGE of.. Burgers, Hot Dogs, Grill, Tomatoes, Ice,... all of it.  And immediately after the soccer party was lifegroup at OUR house at 4:30 - 6:00.  Then, to top the lovely day off, Caroline has a school project due tomorrow. Somehow in all of this chaos I have to figure out how to make a freestanding Ben Franklin out of a dried out apple head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ6DSc73n9I/AAAAAAAAASI/l8hPYjZOqKo/s1600-h/IMG_7097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ6DSc73n9I/AAAAAAAAASI/l8hPYjZOqKo/s200/IMG_7097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264289367470874578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's Sunday night 10:24.  It all got done... I even worked in an hour workout tonight  just to help me stay sane, but it was stressful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, I get to look forward to doing it all over again next weekend.  Two girls in a soccer tournament, both girls birthday parties at MY house, and the children's musical at church!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this crazy life and I wouldn't know what to do without it, but sometimes a boring weekend would be GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1898420354085759045-805486393517321960?l=kescastle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kescastle.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-chaos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kesleigh Castle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Df-HAycATKY/SQ54_c-EneI/AAAAAAAAARw/HAPrfc5Gv2M/s72-c/IMG_6980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>