Winter Sports

A flyer came home from preschool advertising a Winter Sports class with one of Romi's favorite teachers, Coach Jen.  For 45 minutes on Sunday mornings, Romi had the opportunity to learn the basics of basketball, soccer and hokey.  I asked him if he was interested and was pleasantly surprised when answered in the affirmative.  Seeing as my little guy is not a joiner, I asked again and he once more gave me an enthusiastic yes.  As I sat down to write the $85 check, I inquired one more time, making absolutely certain that this was something Romi was truly interested in.  Rob and I were thrilled when it seemed that Romi would participate in a team sport.  We thought it would be good for his large motor skills, his team building skills and his social skills.  We also thought about how much fun it would be to watch our little guy play.  A win all around!

The morning came and Rob and Romi went off to Winter Sports, dressed ready to play, stocked with water bottles.  Here's a photo to give you an idea of how it went:

Clearly, Romi did not find the principles of basketball overly engaging. So much for large motor skills.  As for social skills, those didn't fare much better:

But at least we could watch our little man play, right?  Well....

We made Romi attend four sessions of Winter Sports  to honor his commitment   There are still five more sessions, but we don't feel it's necessary to tell him that!

With Thanks

Thanksgiving was always my mom's favorite holiday.  She loved being together, the food, the fun, the perparations.  We certainly appreciate the invitations from family and friends over the years to spend the holiday together, but my mom liked it best when we stayed home and, well, did it the way we liked it.  It got a bit tougher in recent years, trying to match up food favorites (whipped cream!) with kashrut issues (turkey), but we managed.  To be honest, the last few Thanksgiving holidays have been tough.  Nothing feels right without mom.  That is, until this year.

This year, JoJo came up from Charlotte, Morgan came down from Pittsburgh and it was just us, having a grand time.  On Wednesday, the family, sans JoJo (she had yet to arrive) lunched at City Cafe, a favorite place that we hadn't been to since Steven's birthday.  Morgan and I did a bunch a prep cooking, getting the dairy stuff out of the way, and we grabbed Pei Wei for dinner since the kitchen was in full swing.  That night, Morgan, Rob and Romi went to pick JoJo up from the airport.  It was late, but we told Romi he could go if he was all ready for bed upon departure.  This meant he jumped in the car wearing pajamas, his Crocs, the crocheted orange scarf I made him, and his pilot hat from Nana and Papa.  Yes, he looked adorable, but the really amusing part was that JoJo, Rob and I all made independent Captain and Tennille comments.  The kids had no idea what the rest of us were talking about, but I guess when you get old love really will keep you together!

On Thursday JoJo and I headed to the gym before the cooking got serious.  Everything went fine until JoJo's dumb bell mysteriously went rolling around the gym. Her hysterical laughter was the hardest part of her workout that day. She insists it was a ghost, but I'm not sure she can blame the supernatural for this one.  When we returned home we had no trouble keeping busy in between preparations.  JoJo invented the game of using a kid's sleeping bag to slide down the stairs, and everyone took a turn, including Shoshana.  We also had a dance party in the dining room.  Instead of participating, Rob took video.  Sheesh!

We sat down for an early dinner, completely aware that we would need to wait three hours before pie.  You know it's  good Thanksgiving when there are more dishes on the table then people sitting around it.  We loaded up the dining room and added mom's laptop so Gabi could join us for dinner.  It truly made it Thanksgiving, having her there with us.  The food was amazing, the conversation hysterical, a great holiday.

After dinner we wandered over to the Lunkens.  They and the 20-plus immediate family members celebrating together made us feel right at home.  We trekked home in the cold night air, working up a pie appetite.  Well, most of us walked.  Romi rode triumphantly on the shoulders of Morgan and JoJo, like a young king.  He even sang the circus song.  As Heather always says, the force is strong with that one.

On Friday the girls spent the day with Hedi in Hampden, eating and shopping and kibbutzing.  We had to hurry home to prepare more food for Shabbat, believe it or not.  We figured Shababt dinner was our chance to rectify some missing dishes from our meat meal the day before and we made some truly amazing mashed potatoes, laden with cream and butter.

As soon as Shabbat was out, JoJo and I headed to Pikesville of all places to get her nose piecered.  Her kids were not in favor of it, but she persevered in the face of their disapproval.  (Morgan even told her it would be unprofessional and Gabi gave way too many details of how much it would hurt.)  It looks great!

Sunday saw us eating once again, this time at Belvedere, and heading out for duck pin bowling.  Rob simply can't wait until Joel comes back to they can experience this one together.  (Be forewarned, there is no beer!)

Along the way, we also played Cranium and decided to start a petition on change.org to get rid of butter popcorn Jelly Bellies.  Someone needs to officially put an end to candy that tastes like a dirty movie theater.

Over the course of the weekend, Romi had been complaining about some ear pain, but luckily Morgan was on hand with all of her new doctor tools, ready to practice physical exams on all her dear loved ones.  She's great until she gets to testing reflexes...oy!  She reported that his ear drum looked fine and guessed he was bothered by a lot of wax build up.  JoJo immediately jumped online to find remedies, which we discussed in earnest until the poor little guy looked at us all and pleaded, "please no do that to me."

At the end of the weekend, we were all so sad it was over.  It was the best Thanksgiving in a long time.  And it was just as mom would have wanted it.  I missed her, but the only time it really got to me was when I couldn't share a moment with her.  Morgan was putting her doctor "toys" away and was having trouble with her otoscope.  She took it over to Rob, asking'"Uncle, can you fix this?" and I had so many flashbacks to her as a little girl, bringing a toy over for him to repair.  A bittersweet moment if there ever was one!

Ouch!

Life in Baltimore has certainly benefited from having Rob home.  When we made the decision to be hungry together as versus solvent apart, we knew we would be both adding and removing problems from our hectic lives, but Rob's travel regimen had truly become untenable.  I remember well his first week at home.  After nearly eight months straight of being a single weekday parent, I was thrilled to have some backup.  One fall morning in early September, in Rob's very first week of unemployment, I remember actually enjoying the morning get-ready-for-the day routine.  I was in the shower, by myself, thinking about my day and not where my four-year-old might be and what he might be doing.  It was blissful--hot water, no anxiety, a second pair of hands downstairs making the kid's lunch.  Unfortunately, my peaceful two-parent morning came to an abrupt end when Romi ventured upstairs and found me wrapped in a towel.  He was clearly on a mission, his face earnest, his movements deliberate,  I soon found out why.  The conversation started like this:

"Ima, Abba OK."  (This was said with emphasis on each word.)  Before I had time to respond, the little guy continued, "Abba need you,"  OK, my thought processes were humming but not panicking until we got to the next part.  Romi calmly added, "Big knife, lot of blood."

He may be a man of few words, but his message was delivered loud and clear.

I threw on a robe and as the two of us ventured downstairs, Romi lovingly and thoughtfully reassured his injured father, "Abba, us coming!" In the kitchen I found Rob sitting on the floor, a towel on his foot, but no blood in sight.  Rob didn't appear to be in much pain and cheerfully explained that as he was slicing cucumbers for Romster's lunch, he knocked the chef's knife off the counter.  This wouldn't have been a big deal but Rob thought it was a good idea to cut cukes in bare feet and somehow the blade managed to land sharp-side down.  Consequently, he had a pretty good gash across the top of his foot.

Rob reported that his foot popped like a balloon and had a pretty impressive pool of blood underneath his toes. When he asked Romi for a paper towel to clean it up, our wonderful hamster offered to do it for him. So the four-year old cleaned up the blood before calmly coming to get me to help. 

Rob got four stitches on his foot and a pretty good scar, Romi got ice cream for being such a helpful trooper, and I got to take care of two people instead of just one.  Welcome home.

"He was a good little monkey, and always very curious...."

We feel so lucky to have come through Superstorm Sandy in tact.  We had done some preparations but nothing like we would have needed if we had really gotten hit hard.  We just had to stay home for two days, warm and cozy in our home.  Of course, keeping everyone entertained did get to be a bit hairy.  At one point, we got desperate enough to suggest watching a movie.  It was cold and rainy and windy, so the four of us made popcorn and hunkered down on the couch to watch Monsters, Inc.  Unfortunately, the three adults were all just getting into it when the four-year-old asked to turn it off and watch a cooking show instead.  Now I know how to make fancy cakes.

We are trying to devise ways to expand Romi's world, both intellectually and socially.  When I recently asked him if he wanted to take a class, I offered up such suggestions as swimming, soccer and cooking.  But the Romster would like to take jump rope; honestly, I have NO idea where to find that.  This is just a sign or how much his mind and body are growing and changing.  Recently he has gotten very into math, adding things up.  When he gets frustrated that we don't understand him, he patiently, and with a bit of condescension, spells out what he's trying to say.  (No, he doesn't spell it correctly, but it's still hilarious.)  He asks how to spell all sorts of words, which is great, but he's got a pretty sophisticated vocabulary and I am dreading the day when he asks us to spell appetizer and cacophony.  (Both words that he uses correctly, but the way.)  He is outgrowing old loves and making new ones.  I realized recently that the age and stage of Thomas the Tank Engine was coming to a close when he opened a flap on the book, acknowledged Sir Topham Hat, studied him closely and then remarked, "He looks disappointed."  On closer inspection I realized he was absolutely right, he did  look disappointed.

Romi doesn't have an imaginary friend, unless you count Elmo.  Seeing as Romi doesn't watch Sesame Street, it's interesting that he has focused on Elmo.  He doesn't even particularly like the stuffed Elmo he owns, but Elmo does everything contrary.  In Romi's world, Elmo doesn't keep Kosher, eats all sorts of odd things, and has a birthday pretty much every other day.  When we explain how something is done, without fail, Elmo does it differently.  

We had been building Halloween up for a while with Romi, hoping he would warm to the idea.  Although he liked it in theory, knowing our hamster like we do, we figured there might be some resistance when it actually came to celebrating.  Romi looked awesome as Curious George.  In fact, he had been trying his costume on for weeks, showing it off to various visitors.  When the big day came, he still wore his beloved ball cap, mostly to keep the monkey face from falling into his eyes.  Rob being the awesome Abba he is, and a good sport to boot, dressed up as The Man in the Yellow Hat (Romi calls him The Yellow Man in the Hat).  We headed off to the Lunken's, where the entire neighborhood gathered for a parade up the street.  Romi didn't love that part, but we eventually got him to go door-to-door.  It held his interest for about 35 minutes and he was done, even if it meant less candy.  When the boys got home, Romi discovered his true love about Halloween: passing candy out.  The doorbell rang and he jumped and squealed, unable to contain his excitement   It truly was his favorite part of the holiday.  When we ran out of candy  he enjoyed handing treats out so much he offered to give out his own stash.  That's our little monkey!

You Said It

To be honest, Romi is my preferred traveling companion. (Except for when I get an uncontrollable bloody nose on landing and then I'd take Steven in a heart beat.)  The little guy is a traveler extraordinaire.  He not only tells me all about the plane we are flying on, but he is easy and fun and at his best.  Whereas other passengers complain and grumble and realize how much it sucks to be stuck on a plane, Romi is calm and happy, perfectly content to be in the air.  He is even a pro at going through security, far better than most adults in line in front of us.  I want to scream while I impatiently watch someone fumble around, looking for their keys, not realizing they need to remove jackets and belts and shoes, forgetting that they have a water bottle water or a laptop to remove.  But not my Romi,  He's the fastest passenger ever.  He grabs a bin, whips off his shoes and hat, and heads through the metal detector like a pro. 

Recently, after going through security, Romi looked at me and said, "Me no take off my shirt.  That would be freaky."  The guy in line behind us burst out laughing and cheerfully agreed, "Yes, that would be taking it too far."

Romi is full of gems lately. When I asked him why he wasn't getting dressed, he responded, "It's not working well for me."  When I called out to ask how the clean up was going in the next room, he yelled back, "Not so good!"  When he's not exclaiming "darn it" he wields a pretty good, "oy vaysmeer!"

He's at that age where, for good and bad, what we say comes back at us.  I have been admonished on more than one occasion that it was past my bedtime and to go to sleep.  Of course, there are those things he still doesn't get quite right.  When he wants his favorite burrito for dinner, he asks for Pi-cho-lay (Chipotle) and when Rob recently visited a local farrier school, Romi made certain that everyone knew that Abba was a fairy school.  One could only wish!

The End

We began Shabbat with a chocolate-themed character breakfast.  Romi liked Fiona, was intrigued by King Julian, but would have absolutely nothing to do with Po.  

While Kelley went to work out, Rob and Romi made a ship on the ship out of towels and the bunk.  We grabbed a quick lunch and JoJo took Romi to the splash zone.  Rob and Kelley attempted to make it to a swing class but were late, so they sat on the bow and enjoyed the view, weather, water and one another instead.  Morgan, Steven and Melody tried their hand at shipboard ice skating, but not only did they have to wear helmets, but Steven had to put on Melody's pants.  We relaxed on deck, where we all slept on and off, Romi most of all, taking quite a long nap on his Abba.  Romi slept through the farewell parade, but the rest of the family enjoyed the spectacle.  Before our last supper we took in the Farewell Finale, which had its moments.  We said our goodbyes and thank yous before heading back to pack and put all our belongings in the hallway.

We arrived at Port Canaveral way too soon Sunday morning.  We had grandiose plans to see Downtown Disney and got off the ship fairly early, but the travel gods had given us all our blessings on board.  We didn't make it anywhere fun, but we did have brunch at Sweet Tomatoes, returned the car and made it to the airport in plenty of time.  It was bittersweet.  We absolutely made the right choice having our bags checked through.  We again partook of Jamba Juice in the Baltimore airport, but somehow on this end of the trip it didn't taste quite as good.

We all made it safely home, although there was some serious land sickness suffering.  We also had to figure out which day of the week it was all on our own instead of just looking at the carpet in the elevator.  Our towels hang on racks and are not made into lovely animals.  I have to ask for bubble water instead of Eduardo merely bringing them to me all through my meals.  We are back on land, but still at sea in our hearts!  None of us can wait to go again.

Things that Go Bump in the Morning

Friday morning began with a big bump.  Literally.  Romi fell off the ladder to his bunk.  He didn't get hurt, but it did scare him, and he decided to react and to react loudly.  When Ima and Abba finally decided the best course of action was to not give the incident anymore attention, he changed tactics and started wailing for JoJo.  We would have explained that his efforts were futile since she was asleep in the cabin next door, but mere seconds after he requested her presence she appeared to lavish him with boo-boo attention. 

As long as the four of us were up we headed to the dining room for breakfast.  (I really miss that granola bar.)  We returned "home" to relax and nap before the girls headed to Portofino for a decent but not earth-shattering pasta demonstration and lunch at Portofino.  JoJo set sail for her massage while the rest of the family decided not to miss seeing Madagascar 3, in 3-D, on its opening day.  We were excited to show Romi his first movie, but shortly after deciding not to wear the 3-D glasses he fell asleep.  He got a great nap while the rest of us ran around with "Dut duta dut duh dut duh circus" in our heads.

Morgan and Kelley found the advanced napkin folding class in the bowels of the ship (OK, the conference center, but it was pretty much the same thing) while Steven and Abba took Romi to his cupcake decorating class where he learned how to create and eat a frog.  

We headed up to the pool where Romi insisted he didn't want to swim, but by that he meant he only wanted to swim in all of his clothes, which he happily did all afternoon.  We tried and tried to attend the Grease sing-a-long to no avail, so we played Name that Tune before the second formal night dinner.  

We took pictures and enjoyed our meal until Romi indicated that he was done and wanted to go back to his room.  Steven generously offered to take him home and walked up all five flights of stairs and the length of the ship, only to have Romi enter the room, turn off the bathroom light and indicate that he was done and ready to return to the dining room.  Kelley put the little bugger to bed while everyone else enjoyed the cruise director's comedy show.  JoJo went out dancing and the young adults played games.  All in all, another perfect day at sea!

Ahhh, Thursday....

We didn't think it could get much better, but then we hadn't yet had Thursday.  Following breakfast in our "hotel" room, the day started off with a mad scramble of what to do on St. Maarten.  Rob went in search of a scuba diving trip and lucked out in getting the last spot.  He had to scramble to make it on the excursion, but he's glad he did, even in spite of the barfing and shark which headed straight for him.

Kelley headed down to the desk to determine not only what was available but what was open to a four-year old.  We jumped at the five open spots on one of the last excursions available.  After lying to everyone about the time to meet, we headed downstairs to get JoJo a replacement Sea Card (hers stopped working due to sunscreen).  We got in line, made friends, and boarded the Golden Eagle III, a gorgeous catamaran.  This proved to be a highlight of our tip.  We admired the shoreline as it went by, marvelled at the color of the ocean, listened to upbeat music, lifted our faces to the wind and drank fruit drinks.  We arrived at Mullet Bay and Mullet Beach, which turned out to be quite close to the infamous You Tube airport.  JoJo, Morgan and Steven headed off to snorkel and Kelley grabbed a noodle and Romi and paddled the little bugger to shore.  The water was clear and blue, the sand soft and inviting.  We had a ball playing on the beach.  The swell was aggressive but not scary and Romi absolutely loved getting pushed over, rolling in water and jumping up again.  Kelley asked Steven for help returning Romi to the boat and we swam in to little cries of "faster, faster."  We sang, dance, ate and drank our way back to port.  Romi loved Toddler Parasailing on the net.

As we returned to this ship, hungry but happy, we heard a familiar voice calling to us from 12 decks up.  Rob was just finishing up his meal at Johnny Rockets.  We grabbed quick showers, divesting ourselves of an unusual amount of sand, and gorged on fries, onion rings, shakes and burgers.  As we headed to our cabins for family nap time, JoJo picked up Sea Card number three.  Despite sunburns all around, we headed out for the Freedom.com Ice Show.  There simply is no way to describe the out-of-control hula hoop act, forget about the fact that we were at sea and watching an ice skating show!  Following Italian night, Rob and Romi headed to bed and the rest of the crew rocked out a the Britannica Rock Party on the Promenade.  Another great day!

Loose Hair in a Portrait

On Wednesday our beloved Freedom of the Seas pulled in late morning to Saint Thomas, providing plenty of time for JoJo and Kelley to work out (and for JoJo to lose and locate her Sea Card) and for everyone to enjoy breakfast, complete with granola bar and yummy muffins, in the dining room. We disembarked and fond the Virgin Islands hot and sticky but beautiful.  We walked into town and up Synagogue Hill to the shul.  Established in the 1830s as a Sephardic community, the synagogue is now a small Reform congregation.  We admired the building, the sand floor and the amazing pieces in the gift shop.  Mina spent quite a bit of time with us talking shop. 

We headed back to main street and caught an open-air taxi to Magen’s Bay, reportedly one of the world's top ten beaches.  The ride was wonderful in and of itself, with great views and glimpses of our ship's life boat drill.  We arrived, picked out the perfect spot under a mangrove tree, rented lounge chairs and settled in to enjoy the truly spectacular view.  The bay is, well, a bay, surrounded on all sides by lush foliage.  The water is gorgeous, blue and clear, with a picturesque island floating in the middle.  It was refreshing and fun.  We ate pizza for lunch, talked to other tourists, made friends, took photos and had a really good time.  

When we returned to the ship, Morgan, Steven and Kelley headed out on deck to take photos.  We eventually found ourselves in the game room and played Loose Hair in what Steven accurately described as a portrait.  Following a French fry appetizer, we got dressed and headed to the odd magic show.  On our way home from dinner in the dining room, Kelley horrified the man by the elevator when she insisted everyone follow "The Rule."  (The Rule was you could only take the elevator if it was six or more flights, otherwise we took the stairs.)  The Gludts headed off to bed while the Salomon/Brown family went to a dance party, found Melody and played a hilarious game of Cranium, complete with Melody sawing herself in half.

"You have Got to Try this Carrot!" or Steven Loses His Pants

The following Tuesday was a wonderful day at sea.  We began with breakfast in the dining room (an invaluable cruise tip!) and headed to deck 11 to procure lounge chairs in a good spot.  We sat and enjoyed the views and the weather while JoJo worked out, including a pool-side Zumba class.  Eventually Morgan and Steven got up to play and while waiting in line for some ice cream met Melody, a fun, outgoing girl from South Carolina.  JoJo and Romi cavorted in the splash zone before we hurried off to lunch in the dining room.  Following quiet time, Rob headed off to yoga and Romi played with his brand-spanking new toy ship set up on deck. 

Before dinner we enjoyed the talented a cappella group Voice Play, had some pre-dinner drinks, and splurged on dinner at Portofino, one of the fancy restaurants on board (all in memory of mom/grandma).  The two-hour meal was incredible, from the gorgeous room, the impeccable service, the scrumptious tapenade to the potatoes, antipasto, lamb chops and lobster tails.  We indulged and enjoyed and laughed heartily when, surrounded by all this gourmet food, JoJo emphatically exclaimed to the table, "You have got to try this carrot!"

Dessert was no understated affair, with the plate of chocolates followed by a sampler.  When we asked Romi which was his favorite, he enthusiastically exclaimed, "All of them!"  The meal came to an end when I realized you really shouldn't give tiramisu to a four-year old.  We aren't sure if it was the alcohol or the caffeine, but our boy went more than a little crazy. 

Rob and Romi headed off to bed while the rest of the family ventured to The Quest.  This adult-orientated game was a hit with all of us, including Melody.  Steven did his mama proud when he took one for the team by taking off his pants in front of hundreds of people.


When I returned to our stateroom I was momentarily surprised to find the bed empty, but quickly located my two boys, snug as bugs in a rug, cuddled up together in the teeny-tiny pull-down bunk.  Another great day in life on the Freedom of the Seas!

First Port o' Call: Cococay, Bahamas

The Freedom of the Seas as seen from Cococay

Kelley woke up first and spent some wonderful time out on the balcony, watching as we pulled into Cococay, our first stop.  When Rob and Romi woke up we got dressed, grabbed some breakfast and headed down to the first deck to catch the tender, leaving the rest of the family happily asleep in their stateroom.  We enjoyed the short boat ride to the private island.  With such an early start, we not only didn't have to wait long for a ride but the day was cool and breezy.  Two minutes after hitting the island Kelley was talked into braids by Stacey, who has been braiding tourist's hair for more than 20 years.  I didn't have enough money on me to pay her, but she told me not to worry about it, that I could find her later in the day.  Within 15-minutes I had a whole new do!  I chose a multitude of colorful beads, which I loved, but I forgot that I would have to sleep on them.  Stacey carefully sunscreened my white-girl scalp and the three of us set off to find the perfect set up. 

We checked out the island's amenities and settled down in three lounge chairs inthe shade.  Rob rented a float and while we enjoyed the lovely water, the sand was gooey and there was way too much sea grass.  After a while I decided to check out the bamboo market.  As I headed toward the stands, I looked up at the tender coming in and who did I happen to see just getting off? Seriously, with 4000 people on board, what are the odds that I'd run into the rest of the family at just that moment?!  I took them to our happy hideout and we played, ate and relaxed all day.  When it turned out that JoJo also had no cash on her to pay for my stylin' head, my awesome and loving husband schlepped back to the ship to retrieve some cash.

Romi fell asleep on the tender on the way back home, hard enough  that he stayed asleep through security and up in the elevator.  Of course, he woke up just as arrived at the stateroom.  It figures!  Steven did his manny best to get the little guy to go back to sleep but the two just ended up watching Shrek.   We spent the remainder of the day relaxing, sleeping, noshing on pizza, drinking soda water (well, I did anyway), and hanging out by the pool.  JoJo tried a singles mixer without luck, but we were glad to get her back early.  Steven and Kelley fulfilled a lifelong dream of playing cribbage on our cruise balconies with the incredible ocean as our backdrop, after which Morgan and Kelley dorked out and made a color-coded Excel calendar of all our planned activities!

Monday night was Captain's Night, the most formal of all.  It was easy to get dressed with beads in my hair!  We all looked stunning and took pictures with the captain before a lovely dinner.  Romi wore his Shabbas hat and received many a well-deserved compliment.  After eating, Kelley and Romi hit the bunks while the rest of the crew enjoyed a "Broadway" review.  (What Broadway play included Karen Carpenter's "We've Only Just Begun"?) 

Another truly wonderful vacation day!

Bon Voyage!

We spent a perfectly lovely Shabbat at the Doubletree in Melbourne, FL.  The rain cleared up, leaving us beautiful beach weather. JoJo invested in two lounge chairs and an umbrella, and we were set for the day.  We swam, we ate, we swam some more, we slept.  It was a truly relaxing family day.  

The boys all play in the water

On Sunday we breakfasted at The Blueberry Muffin and impatiently headed off to Port Canaveral.  The only "good" thing about Cocoa Beach was it afforded us the first glimpse of the Freedom of the Seas--beautiful!  Henry had arranged for us to have priority in boarding, we breezed through security and all crossed the gangplank together.  Talk about excitement!  We were all bouncing.

We quickly located staterooms 8620 and 8622 and fell in love.  They were a good size, well designed and, best of all, had adjoining balconies!  We got the best rooms by far (our balconies jutted about just a bit to line up with the Solarium above).  We did some exploring and snacking but made certain to show up on time and in the right place for our muster drill, something they take very seriously.  We returned to our rooms, broke open the champagne and prepared to sail away.

Steven enjoying the view from our balcony

As we made our way out of the harbor, we waved and smiled to people on shore, at water-side restaurants and on other ships and boats. JoJo managed to get an entire boat to "who-hoo" back.  We did some more exploring, unpacked our bags and headed down to dinner.  The dining room was beautiful, but the best hing in it was Mervyn, our waiter par excellence.  Not only did he take such good care of us, he made certain we knew what not to miss and steered us toward the best of everything.  The food was yummy, not overboard (pun intended) with loads of vegetarian options. We all left happy.  We tried to find the parade on the Promenade but Romi was done in. When we returned to our stateroom (which Romi referred to as our "hotel" all week) Jacquline had opened the bunk and Romi had a blast scurrying up and down the ladder.  In the end, however, he decided his bunk was too scary and slept in our very comfortable king-sized bed, with the ocean rocking us all to a good-night's sleep.

A Great Start to a Great Vacation

Following the hustle and bustle of packing up, cleaning out and preparing for a vacation away, Morgan, Steven, Romi, Ima and Abba (aka Auntie and Uncle) loaded up the luggage and headed off in Yoshi for a great breakfast at Miss Shirley's Cafe.  Between the breakfast sliders and cinnamon roll French toast, it was a totally indulgent way to begin our fancy-schmancy Caribbean trip.  We made it to the airport in plenty of time for Steven to treat the family to Jamba Juice.  We had a short, easy flight (Romi napped) and had no trouble finding JoJo at the Orlando airport.  We gathered up all the luggage (Oy!), loaded up the minivan and headed out on the Florida toll roads in search of some fun, sun and relaxation.  We hit no traffic (hooray) and easily made our way to Melbourne, even if it was raining.  Following a quick stop for Shabbat food supplies, we headed to the Doubletree.  The cookies were delicious and helped tide us over for dinner.  We loaded up a luggage cart, Kelley slipped on the wet walkway (good to get the injury out of the way), and we settled into our rooms.  What a great view!  We got to enjoy not only the beach and the soothing sound of the waves, but we even saw dolphins!

The view from our room

Needing to eat before sundown, we jumped into the van and headed to Squid Lips.  What a find!  Kelley got her much-desired dinner on the water at sunset and we feasted on coconut-pineapple bread, homemade potato ships with balsamic vinegar and bleu cheese, and the most amazing twice-baked sweet potato covered in maple syrup, spices and whipped cream.  Really.

Dinner at Squid Lips

 JoJo and Romi explored the pirate ship while we admired more dolphins.  It was a great start to what would turn out to be a truly incredible week!

Smells Like JoJo

Romi Amiel Gludt may still be my baby, but he's no baby. Yep, our little guy is four. FOUR. How in the world did that happen? He has been very excited about his birthday and has made it clear that he would like a celebratory hat. He also wants people to sing to him. And he wants presents. Last night we had this conversation:

Romi: Me have an idea. You drive me to Target. I go by myself and get a present.

Ima: How will you pay for it?

Romi: Me take your wallet. After some serious contemplation: Huh. No one to pick me up. Me talk to Abba about that.

I love a kid with a plan!

Romi has been loving all the company we've had the last month. He had a blast when the Brunks came for a long weekend (they drove 15 hours from Chicago!). We love the Brunks and Romi took to them immediately. They walked in and he grabbed his guitar to serenade their arrival. He followed Max and Lauren around the house and the Brunk kids did their parents proud by playing so nicely with our little guy. We spent the day at the Inner Harbor and when Romi needed to navigate down the steep ladder he immediately spurned my offer for help, exclaimed, "No, Bob!" and turned and held his arms out to him. Later, in the aquarium, Romi grabbed on to a nice, friendly and understanding blond women who turned out not to be Jacki. It didn't faze the Romster at all, he just looked at me and requested, "Show me my Jacki." So I did.

Now he's loving the Dindsale crew who are staying in the basement. He gleefully wakes up Mark and Nathalie and each morning waits impatiently for Grandma Virginia to get up and play with him.

One more tidbit: In the pre-Passover bread-arama, Steven, Romi and I went out for a fabulous meal at the Cheesecake Factory. It was seriously some of the best salmon and rice I have ever had (with miso sauce). Of course, salmon is one of Romi's favorite foods so we split the meal. Afterwards we explored the really large mall for the first time. Making our way back to the parking lot through Macy's, the three of us were cutting through the cosmetics department when Romi looked around, sniffed and declared, "Smells like Aunt JoJo!" Priceless!

What's in a Waffle?

For a kid who doesn't want to go to a birthday party, Romi is awfully excited about turning four. He knows that his birthday is April 11th and that he's up next for a celebration. And while he doesn't have many plans for commemorating the actual day, he does have some grandiose ideas about what will happen when he reaches the big four. He even asked me the other day if he could drive when he was four. When I told him he'd have to wait until he was much older, he shot back, "Like eight?"

I'm beginning to think we need to expand his horizons a bit, but Romi is still passionate about airplanes, playing his guitar, swimming and cooking. The other morning when I asked what he wanted for first breakfast (there can be up to three) he requested waffles. Where he learned about waffles is a complete mystery seeing as I didn't even recall if we had schlepped the waffle iron with us to Maryland. We went on a hunt for the little-used appliance, finally locating it on a top shelf in a dark corner. To be honest, I wasn't even sure it would work (especially after I recalled it had been a wedding shower present 20-plus years ago). We plugged it in and after a short wait the little orange light went on--waffle iron success! Next we headed to the fridge to get started on batter. Unfortunately, that's when I discovered that Rob must have used up the last of the Bisquick. No matter, I thought, how complex could waffles be?

Waffle batter takes a bit more work than I expected. The particular recipe I alighted on instructed me to melt the butter, separate the eggs, beat the whites. It wasn't as labor-intensive as souffle, but it certainly wasn't a one-step process either. We persevered, made beautiful waffles and enjoyed a lovely breakfast. The odd part was that while the waffles were perfectly tasty, I missed the old-style Bisquick batch. I pointed this out to Romi and asked (rhetorically), "Where's the irony?" I never expected a response, but I certainly appreciated it when Romi lifted his arm, gestured to the kitchen counter and declared, "There it is" all the while pointing at the waffle iron.

I love this kid.

Me, Me, Me

I realized the other day that we live in Baltimore. I know, it doesn’t come as a shock to the rest of you, but it actually took me a bit by surprise. A part of me (and not even a small one) keeps wondering when we’re going home. Romi misses Tucson too. More often than not he picks a pre-bed book with Tucson photos. He talks about our family and friends, our old house and his old school, the synagogue. It’s amazing how much he remembers. That being said, our little guy has adjusted quite well. He loves his new school and his teachers, seems perfectly happy in the new house and thinks that having his very own Steven living in the basement is the best thing, well, ever.

Romi’s airplane obsession remains unabated. We’ve visited the truly beautiful observation deck at BWI numerous times, his airplane collection can never be large enough (for him) and we’ve even schlepped to DC to see Concorde. When he flies his planes (most often a MD-80 or Boeing 747) the destination is either Tucson or Taiwan, with a bit of Charlotte to visit Aunt JoJo thrown in for good measure. He acts the part of the air traffic controller (complete with pretend voice) and loves when his planes hit turbulence. And of course, the kid is still outsmarting his parents. When I asked if he wanted to take the bus, go to the airport or visit the zoo, he gave it some thought before replying, “Take the bus to the airport.”

He is growing up way too fast. The other day he calmly reported his future plans to Steven and I as he sat in the car seat: “When me get older me going to be a teacher, not a swim teacher, a regular teacher, but me have a big problem. Me can’t read.” And then there was this wonderful proposal: “When me get older me going to be a fireman so me can help people.” And then it got scary: “When me get older, me cross the street by myself, go to a kids’ movie, play angry birds and wear Thomas tzitzit.” I would have freaked out but I figure if he can’t use pronouns he can’t play video games.

We are working hard on saying “I” instead of me following this conversation:

Romi: Me have no dump truck.
Ima; Romi, I don’t have a dump truck.
Romi (with sympathy): Me don’t have one either.

Of course, this led to the conversational gemstone, “Me trying to say I!”

And the one that had Steven and I desperately trying not to react: “Abba in Texas. That sucks.”