He loves it when I make him pose for pictures. :D

So, we went to Peach Days a couple of weeks ago. We went on Friday night and caught the children's parade. The Castellons do love a good parade. The highlight, however, was the Dale Jr. car that was exhibited right there on Forest Street. You would not believe what a NASCAR freak my husband is becoming. He doesn't even like Dale Jr. and still wanted to take a million photos of the car and even the truck and trailer that hauls it. At least I got my dutch oven peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream out of the deal.

Just for a little annoying NASCAR 411... There are only eight races left (hurray!) until the Sprint Cup champion is named. My favorite car, the M&M's car, had such a great year... but has really blown it in the last two races. They just might not win. Blah, blah, blah. Jeff Gordon, the family favorite, hasn't won all year. So I'm not even sure why we have to finish watching the season.
Please do notice that the boys in family had to dress up in NASCAR wear to go see the car at Peach Days.

Futbol Sabado

Saturdays are now all about soccer. Finally we have started our children along the path of futbolistas, and I am sure, with time, they will be great. I have already seen a huge improvement in the last three weeks. E is coaching B's team, the Blue Thunder or Blue Lightning... it changes. I think E is having just as much fun as B, there are seven boys on his team and they play five on five.

S is on a little team of five girls, the Dragonflies (I suggested Green Machine because their jerseys are neon green but the five year olds liked Dragonflies better, go figure). There are five girls on her team and they play three on three. They are starting to figure out which way to run, well, except for the little girl in her prescription sunglasses. She dribbles well, but she just takes off in either direction and runs the ball all the way down the field. Same little girl just happens to have a staph infection... the flesh eating bacteria. OK, then.

We have fun Saturday mornings, but then we are tired out for the rest of the day. I also find it funny how important the after game treats are. Not to the kids, but the parents. They are very worried about "signing up" for the treats and making sure they are there. Another odd thing about the parents is that a majority of them say, "Thanks Coach," after the games. I am not sure why, but it almost gives me the giggles.