Thursday, March 26, 2015

Tri-logy (I'm running out of Tri-related titles. Can you tell?)

Have I ever mentioned that Josh is a triathlete?

It's true! 

This year our beloved Babkes joined us for the craziness and so they each earned at Team Engel shirt for waking up at 5 am to cheer him on! Yay, everybody wins!
Adam helped train Josh for the swim (he was a swimmer in college) and for some reason I'll never understand, they started calling their sessions "the Fury," so that's what he got on the back of his shirt.

Sharon helped with his running, so she's "Footwork." I helped pack, so I'm "Manager." Womp womp.

43. For a couple more days...

Dash sherpa'd his ass off.

Handsome mother fucker.

Wishing his Daddy good luck.

Getting ready.

Strike a pose!

We saw the "No Swimming" sign a bit too late.

[Pretend we have a bunch of bike pix here. Maybe one of these years he'll be close enough to us that we'll see him riding.]

Run, Dummy!

The boys ran with him across the finish line because life is perfect and children are amazing.

Nice work, beloved Zubs. You never cease to inspire us!

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Talk

I posted this on Facebook, but I wanted to also put it here to preserve it for posterity, and so I'll remember this anecdote for my speech on his wedding day.

Josh & Dash are starting to circle around "the talk." They're currently discussing the proper names of parts.

Josh: do you know what boobies are called?

Dash: yeah, titties.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

He Picks You

We keep it classy at Valentine's Day in the Engel house.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


As I mentioned, our sweet baby turned NINE last weekend and we threw him a party and showered him with gifts because he is just the fucking best.

It was a mini-golf party held at Sherman Oaks Castle Park, which I can't recommend highly enough. They were so awesome and totally affordable and the kids had a blast.

I didn't get any pictures of the kids playing golf because each hole took me about 30 strokes and they finished the course before I was even halfway through. But please to enjoy this picture of my son and his friends giving you some Capital F Fashion.
Josh taught Tori how to hold her club. It was pretty cute.
After the party, we all went to the parking lot where Dash's Baba and Grandma & Grandpa surprised him with a new bike!
He was pretty happy.
Then Josh & I gave him our gift. It was an Angels hat, a bottle of sunscreen and a bag of sunflower seeds. This is his WTF face.
The hat had a mysterious tag on it...
He's going to Spring Training! Josh booked a hotel & got tickets for a bunch of games at the Angels Spring Training stadium in Tempe, AZ. My gift is that I don't have to go with them! Everybody wins!
Happy birthday, little man. You make every minute of every day brighter.

Golf Punkz

Dash's turned 9 and we threw him a mini-golf party to celebrate the fact that he hasn't driven us to murder him quite yet. These are the favors I put together for said party.

I made a logo. Because me.

Dash has been wearing mismatched socks since he was old enough to have an opinion. It's kind of his thing. So I thought it would be cute to put together sets of mismatched argyle for the goody bags.

I made the sock wrappers from plain typing paper that I printed the logos onto.

This is Lou. He's smizing.

I took a lot of pictures of the socks.

I found green & white gumballs at Target so I put them in little baggies and called them "golf ballz" because misspelling things with Zs and Xs is "cool."

I saw some cute golf-themed cookies on Etsy, but they cost $2 per cookie and I am not only cheap but also resourceful so I bit their rhyme and made my own version.

Dipped some Double Stuf Oreos in melted chocolate...

Bought a mold and made some white chocolate golf balls.

Stuck 'em together and put them in little grass liners (get it? the ball's in the rough? get it? get it?)

And boom!


And finally, I ordered some cotton visors from Oriental Trading Company & tarted them up with an iron on of the logo.


The end.