After getting the gi-normous bouquet into the house, I checked the mailbox to find a Social Security card for Dennis. Since he and I had made multiple visits to the regional Social Security Process Center in downtown Minneapolis (please interpret that to not much fun, especially with a three year old) to obtain said document, I was very happy to FINALLY have the darned card. I was thinking that the card was a GREAT birthday present to receive, right up to the time I checked my email and found a VERY special email, which we had been waiting on from the Australian Embassy in Washington DC. You guessed it - the Aussies trumped the Social Security administration, by notifying me that Dennis’ visa had been granted and he could finally enter Australia! Now that - was the BEST birthday present EVER!!!!!!
The rest of the day was spent making travel plans and getting details sorted for our long awaited return HOME!!!!!! Many happy dances were done that day and Dennis and I shared a lovely tuna steak dinner with roasted red bell peppers and asparagus tossed in Dijon vinaigrette. I opened a very nice bottle of wine, but the little guy had to make do with apple juice. (and yes, I been informed that my kid isn’t like other kids in that he has an amazing palette and he doesn’t know he can turn down food.)
The next 10 days passed in a hectic blur and we headed to the airport on April 1 for the last four flights of my around the world tour.
The night before we left, our fairy god mother, Melanie, took us out to dinner at Red Robin for a all American big gooey hamburger and chocolate malt, but not before we visited “Build a Bear”. I have to admit that I’d never been to the bear building business and was only vaguely aware of what it was. Dennis got to select a critter to build and then participate in the stuffing, brushing, bathing and dressing of the critter. This process is how “Jammie Time” the monkey came into our lives.
|Melanie and Dennis in "bathing" the new arrival.|
|Dennis with Fairy God Mother, Melanie.|
During the preceding two months of our stay in Minnesota, Dennis and I had encountered a few challenges during the bed time process (he didn’t want to go to bed and Mom was about ready to pull her hair out). To combat these challenges, I had changed the end of day ritual into a celebration called “Jammie Time” with singing and dancing. When the time came in the Build a Bear process to choose clothes for the newly made critter, we discovered that most of the offerings were rather girlish and not quite appropriate for a monkey. As soon as we held up the PJs complete with a whole for the tail, Dennis shouted “Jammie Time” and the name just stuck.
Fortunately, Dennis has turned out to be a champion traveler. He settles in his seat, puts the blanket across his legs, tucks Jammie Time in beside him and snaps the seat belt around both of them. As soon as the seat belt sign goes off, he requests the DVD player for a movie and then sits back to enjoy the movie and wait for the chance to flirt with the flight attendants. He’s a bit shameless about it, but we get excellent service during the flight!
We flew from Minneapolis to Dallas then onto San Francisco for a midnight flight to Sydney. It had been a long day for both of us and I was very jealous of him when we popped him into his footed pajamas before boarding the flight.