Dear Jack: Making Fake Beer on the Cruise

15 years, 7 months.

Dear Jack,

You and your sister and your cousin Lucy found little ways to keep yourselves entertained in between the official activities on the cruise.

One morning during our daily powwow at Starbucks, I heard giggling behind me. I wasn’t even sure what I was taking pictures of, but I just kept snapping photos anyway.

Before too long, the three of you made your way over to Uncle Jason, so he could taste the “fake beer” you all created using what I believe was the remainder of your drinks, along with whatever packets you found there at the Starbucks counter, like sugar and honey.

By the look on Uncle Jason’s face when he tried the “fake beer”… it was not a refreshing delight.

Love,

Daddy

 

Dear Holly: The Treasure Box on the Cruise

10 years, 2 months.

Dear Holly,

Each morning leading up to the daily powwow at the Starbucks on the cruise, I would check the ship’s itinerary for that date.

I noticed that on Wednesday, it said, “2:00 PM – 2:30 PM Arts & Crafts – Treasure Box – Bliss Ultra Lounge, Deck 7, Midship”.

So I told you that you and I should at least go check it out, whatever it entailed, since “arts & crafts” has always been one of your go-to activities.

I’m so glad we went. It was a great way for us to spend time together on the cruise, as we assembled and designed a treasure box for you to take home as a souvenir.

Now that we’re back home, I checked in your room just now. Yep, there it is!

 

Love,

Daddy

We Went on Norwegian Cruise Lines to Bermuda

Fun fact about my wife, in case you didn’t already know: She is #9 out of 10 kids in her family.

All having been born and raised near Sacramento, California, they are now mostly scattered across the country as adults; as far out as Alaska and Hawaii. Last year, the oldest of the siblings, John, announced that for his upcoming 60th birthday, he was inviting all his siblings and their families to join him on a Norwegian cruise from Boston to Nova Scotia to Bermuda, in celebration.

I had never been on a cruise before and certainly had some reservations, but I didn’t want to miss out on a family reunion. Not only did we sign up for the cruise, but we even asked John how he would feel if my parents also joined along. His response: “The more the merrier!”

My preconceived idea was that I was simply going along with this whole thing as a passive passenger; ultimately serving as nothing more than a guardian and chaperone for our kids, as my wife caught up with her side of the family.

Plot twist: By the 2nd day of the cruise I realized, “Oh, I love this so much I could live on a cruise ship for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy.”

It is such a unique experience to be 15 stories high in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but water on all sides as far as you can see in all directions. Being on an airplane can’t replicate that, nor can being at the beach.

I felt perfectly detached from all distractions and concerns of ordinary life. It was as if God was saying, “Here ya go… just enjoy this view and this time with your family.”

Each morning I would wake up a little before 6 AM and head over to the weight room at the gym for an hour, before making my way over to have breakfast; looking off the back of the ship. I loved starting off every day that way.

From there, I would meet up with the group so we could discuss which events were happening that day on the cruise, which included stand-up comedians, dualing pianists, dance shows, and musical groups including a live performance of the entire Fleetwood Mac Rumors album.

Plus, there were dance parties, crafts, trivia games… and even a “Mr. Sexy Legs” contest that I may or may not have entered…

And of course, yes, there were the times where we actually got off the ship. It marked the first time either of our kids officially left the United States: to both Nova Scotia, Canada as well as Bermuda.

I must mention the amazing customer service culture on our Norwegian cruise ship, The Breakaway. It is a noticeable part of what makes the cruise enjoyable and smooth. On the last day of the cruise, I actually hugged the guy who cleaned our cabin each day, Adi. He was so warm, kind, and helpful.

The most important part about our cruise was that it definitely served its ultimate purpose: to provide an exciting environment for the extended family to spend quality time together.

For me personally, it was a vacation that actually felt like a vacation. I never would have guessed that I’m a “cruise guy”… but I’m ready to go back!

dad from day one: How to Get Rid of Those Darned Leg Cramps during Pregnancy

Twenty-five weeks.

Just a few short weeks ago I published dad from day one: Leg Cramp Alarm Clock where I proclaimed,Ultimately, she’s pregnant and leg cramps are part of the deal.  They will probably be replaced by another annoying inconvenience.  And what will I do?  What can I do?”

But now, looking back, I think, “How could I have been so absent-minded to say that?”  In that moment, I must have forgotten my own belief system when it comes to curing ailments- that any kind of developed physical ailment is a symptom and a warning sign of something the human body is either lacking or has too much of.  I believe God gives us those clues to help us figure out how to become healthier, not simply to fix or mask the problem.

Just like the way I learned the hard way The Cure for Eczema (click title to find out how), my wife had to learn how to prevent/stop  having leg cramps.  And since she has made some slight changes, the cramps not only stopped, but haven’t came back once since then.  These leg cramps weren’t simply another annoying side effect of being pregnant- they were my wife’s body’s way of screaming out for at least four things in particular (because the baby is “taking them from her”): calcium (the baby’s bones are hardening), magnesium, water, and better blood circulation.

She has been faithful to take at least one calcium supplement and one magnesium supplement every morning and constantly drinks from a Voss water bottle (it’s just a cool botttle, since it’s made of glass instead of plastic- it’s not magic Norwegian healing water or anything) she refills several times a day from the fridge (she also drinks water any time she wakes up during the night).  And as much as possible, keeps her legs slightly elevated- she has a papasan rocker chair so her feet don’t touch the ground when we’re just hanging out at home; and often she rests her legs on a pillow when she sleeps.

So far, it’s done the trick.

The leg cramps have not snuck back yet.  And if they do, my first response will be: More water, more calcium, more magnesium, elevate your legs…

All pictures with the “JHP” logo were taken by Joe Hendricks Photography:

Blog- www.photojoeblog.com

Website- www.joehendricks.com

dad from day one: The Minor Details

What will be his or her heritage?  How tall will he or she be as an adult?  Boy or girl?  I’m answering the tough questions today, based on educated theories.

This series isn’t a “baby blog”.  Instead, it’s a documented journey of what a first time dad thinks about, starting from when I first found out and started sharing the news with everyone.  Because this info is coming from a man, who processes things in black and white, it’s possible that the tone will be a mix of both practical and abstract.  No goo-goo gah-gah.  But maybe a little nanu-nanu.

In fraction form, here are the proportions of my coming child’s ethnicity:

1/4 Italian (my wife and I are both this)

1/8 Croatian (from my wife; Croatia is the country we know today as “Transylvania”, The Count from Sesame Street speaks with a Croatian accent)

1/8 Mexican (from me, my mom’s mom’s family moved to Buffalo from Mexico)

1/8 Norwegian (my wife’s grandfather on her dad’s side was from Norway, but was adopted by an English couple in Iowa)

1/8 German (from me, where the Shell name comes from, as well as a little bit from my wife’s Norwegian side)

1/8 Irish (my wife’s grandmother on her dad’s side came to America as an indentured servant from Ireland)

1/8 English (from me, where the pale skin and light freckles come from)

*Greek (higher up on my dad’s family tree, there were two separate Greek ancestors; family tradition tell us that a Greek ended up on the Italian side as well)

*French (in my wife’s Italian lineage, family tradition tells us that a Frenchman got thrown in the mix)

*Jewish (my Mexican grandmother swears that my late Italian grandfather was part Jewish, and based on the family’s speech patterns, uses of random Hebrew words, and quirky behavior, I’m convinced it’s true)

Virtually, on both my wife’s side and my side of the gene pool, there is no man 6 feet tall or more, nor is there a woman 5’ 8” or more.  Combined with the fact that I am 5’ 9” (the average height of the American man) and my wife is 5’ 6” (two inches taller than the average height of the American woman), here are the most likely height ranges for our child once they become full grown:

Boy: between 5’ 8” and 5’ 11”

Girl: between 5’ 3” and 5’ 7”

Hair color on both sides generally ranges from medium brown to jet black, therefore it’s most likely the child will have semi-wavy, dark brown hairThough I do have two blonde-haired, blue-eyed aunts and also a red-headed, green-eyed aunt as well.

In one of my Mexican grandma’s dreams, the baby was a girl.  But based on a Vietnamese co-worker who correctly predicted the gender of my boss’s kid based on a Chinese calendar, he told me that there is a 70% change it is a boy.  My wife’s mom gave birth to 10 kids, and only 3 were girls.

My instinct tells me it’s a girl.  We’ll know in eight weeks if I’m wrong.

All this baby guesswork makes me think of those commercials for Puppy Surprise from 1992:  “Puppy, puppy, puppy surprise…  How many puppies are there inside?  There could be three, or four, or five…”

All pictures with the “JHP” logo were taken by Joe Hendricks Photography:

Blog- www.photojoeblog.com

Website- www.joehendricks.com