First game of the season. We lost. Waa waa.
Wednesday, April 01, 2015
April Fool's is one of my very favorites. I get to fuck with the kid and not feel bad. This year he was onto our first prank instantly, so next year we're gonna bring the pain. There will be permanent hair dye involved.
This letter was waiting for him when he came down this morning. He knew right away that his principal's signature was forged and that the date was wrong (That was my screw-up, didn't see it until Josh pointed it out, and even then I couldn't imagine Dash would notice. I was wrong. Kid could literally lose his pants off his body and have no idea, but one flipping number is off on a letter and he's Hercule-fucking-Poirot allasudden).
This was Josh's idea. We mixed Skittles, M & M's & Reese's Pieces together in a Skittles box and re-sealed it with double stick tape.
Our desperate hope is that he just shoves a big handful into his maw at lunch. We'll see what he reports back after school.
He hasn't seen this one yet, either.
I was super-excited for this to make him (literally?) shit himself after school, until Josh reminded me that my mother would be bringing him home after piano today. So if she uses the bathroom before he does, things could escalate quickly. Still not warning her about it, though.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
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.
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.]
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, February 19, 2015
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.