The Armadillo Tales

Here’s another first for me. Riding on the theme of “places where the armadillo falls asleep”, I have another one to add to the list. This afternoon he fell asleep across the arm of our leather chair, with his head on my chest. How I wished I could have taken a picture. I was feeling a little drowsy myself so it took me a few minutes before I realized he was sleeping. The weight on my chest was slowly getting heavier and his head was slowly starting to fall little by little. How bizarre! I’ve been having the armadillo go without his morning naps lately so that he would take longer afternoon naps. Plus the fact that we get home earlier and he has extra playtime at home, gives the armadillo more of an opportunity to expel all of that energy. Having him fall asleep on me, sort of, brings me back to when the armadillo was just an infant. He would fall asleep on me and how I cherished those moments. Little things like this gently remind me of how precious the armadillo and his little brother are. It also prompts me to note that I’d better take advantage of these moments as they will quickly disappear as they get older. I feel gloomy just thinking about when that day comes.