The Armadillo Tales

I made the trek to the armadillo’s Gymboree Music class today. We all survived … Whew! I carried the little buckaroo [my nickname for the littlest one because he behaves as if he’s on a buckin’ bronco when we try to burp him on our shoulders … swaying back and forth, side to side … this little guy has a powerful neck muscle] in the Moby Wrap. It was a little bit tricky to participate in the class with the armadillo and me carrying the little buckaroo, but I supposed we managed fine. We haven’t been to the class for obvious reasons thus I could tell that the armadillo was a tad shy in class at the beginning. He was clingy and wouldn’t get off my lap but when the instruments came out, clear a path! The armadillo joyfully participated pounding the sticks together, swinging the scarves around, and experimenting with each musical instrument available. I felt good watching the armadillo having an enjoyable time. He had even a better time climbing on the play structures after class. So good that he was running away from me when I told him that we had to leave. Oh don’t you love that?! I eventually had to tell him that mama was leaving without him. That got him upset and he followed me out of the play area. I don’t mean to trouble him, but it usually works as a last resort tactic.

But I know sooner or later the armadillo is going to call my bluff, then what do I do?