Yesterday Tennessee fell, again. He scraped off a pre-existing scab, added some more road rash, a goose egg, and a scraped up nose. He looks pretty rough to be honest. He was a trooper about it last night when I washed the blood out of his hair. This morning however, he was crabby and clingy. I think he had the mother of all headaches. I gave him some grape flavored Tylenol, but it wasn't working fast enough. He followed me from room to room alternately moaning and demanding things that he didn't really want. I was starting to feel a need for some grape flavored Tylenol myself. He wasn't letting me do any of my chores and I had a need for more coffee, so I strapped him on my back and headed for a coffee shop. Fancy house cleaning plan in the dustbin.
He fell asleep on the walk, and I chuffed along enjoying some much needed sun and sight seeing. I live in this really beautiful town, but sometimes I forget. It starts raining around here and it gets hard to remember why I haven't packed up and moved to Bakersfield. Having Tennessee along for a mommy back ride made me realize how nice my neighborhood can be. I ordered coffee for me, and a muffin with some milk for my warm, drooly, back topper. He woke up as soon as he heard me say "muffin". He swung his head up from my toddler spit soaked shoulder and slurred out a sleepy, "nuffen for me?" We sat at a comfy outside table, ate muffin and laughed at the little birds coming in for crumb raids. He kept asking if they were trying to "ttack" him. I told him that those are not the kind of birds that attack small children. Then we walked to the park and Tennessee practiced his girl flattering skills. A cute little girl about Tennessee's size was going down the slide, and Tennessee kept pointing and saying "Big girl sliding!" I think she was really glad someone had noticed that she is a big girl, and that she is one heck of a slider. She waved when we left.
He wanted to walk and pick up sticks, poke at defenseless trees, and make dandelion bouquets. It took us fifteen minutes to walk half a block. I had to use reverse psychology on him to get him back into the backpack, but I needed to get home before Christmas, so I feel justified. I said "No more back pack rides for you Mister." I used my "no dessert" voice. He immediately started badgering me to give him a back pack ride. I let him pester for a minute so he would feel the full satisfaction of getting his way. Then we tromped home for more laundry. The best part of the story, is that all of that bird bating and flower picking created the need for a three hour nap. I got my chores done, and had time to lay on the sofa and read Moby Dick by cell phone. Not bad for a Friday.