After the horrific day at work, my husband and drove to the Gold Coast to collect my little travelling companion. He's nearly 4 - and was as high as a kite with excitement.
We drove back home - and put him to bed. He took a while to get to sleep. During the night he came into our room and climbed into bed with me - around 2 am - and that was the last of my sleep for the night. He tossed and turned, and kicked me.
I was up at 4.30 am - giving me a couple of extra minutes to get ready. J was sound asleep but when I woke him he was "alive" and rearing to go. So we had a quick breakfast and set off for the airport with one VERY EXCITED little boy.
His eyes widened as he saw all the big planes at the airport and the chatted non stop. We had a short wait before we boarded and his excitement was almost explosive.
We found our seats and he immediately opened his presents. His mother and I had packed little gifts for him. He had most of them open before we took off. He had two books, two toys and a jigsaw puzzle. The toys had small pieces to them and before long a small silver magnetised ball had disappeared.
We purchased cheese and crackers and water on the plane, and he ate most of my cheese and crackers as well as his supply of snacks. He's some eating machine!
He watched as we flew above the clouds, and took in all the new experiences with a shrieking delight attimes.
When we landed in Adelaide we had a long walk - we were offloaded at the terminal most distance from luggage collection, and we had a long walk. A little girl "discovered" J as we were walking through the terminal and tried to hold his hand. He got quite upset - obviously he's not ready to "pick up" women yet!
We found our luggage, and made our way to the taxi for the short trip to meet my parents at the good ship Buffalo (a restaurant) at Glenelg.
Mum and Dad were there and a very excited little boy chatted with them. Volume on very high!
We went straight to their home and he enjoyed their company, and the gifts that Dad had for him.
Later that day we went down to the beach - we had come without swimming togs (swimmers) for him, but he was unperterbed and quickly took off his shirt and trousers and jumped into the shallows in his undies. He had a wonderful time!
Our next trip was to my sister's place - to wait for her to come home from work, so we thought, but she was already there when we arrived!
We had a very tired boy, and after a warm bath and a fish dinner, he was soon in bed, although he kept appearing downstairs with monotonous regularity. He was still too excited to get to sleep.