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It’s funny the things that you take for granted.  When I can vacuum, I don’t particularly want to but now that I can’t, I would like to vacuum almost more than anything.  Why can’t I vacuum?  Princess Tater Tot does not like the vacuum.  Okay, that is the understatement of the year.  She loathes the vacuum.   I try to vacuum and she screams and cries like her life depends on it.  It’s actually quite scary and disturbing to see.  I experimented the other day with putting her in her high chair with a tasty snack while I vacuumed thinking that, since food is one of her favorite things in the world, she would be distracted enough to let me vacuum.  Oh Good Lord was I wrong!  It took 10 minutes after the vacuum was off to calm her down!  It took picking her up out of her high chair, swaying and humming, looking at all of the pictures of Mommy and Daddy, and The Grandmas and Grandpas, and the Princess Tater Tot calendar to get her back to her Happy Place.  Needless to say, I won’t be experimenting with that again any time soon. 

My instinct was to expose her gradually to it and let her cry a little but continue to expose her so she gets used to it.  “A little” was not anywhere close to how much she was crying so I’m thinking we need to go back to our current arrangement: let the dog hair build up until The Mommy absolutely can’t stand it anymore (or until we can make a life-sized dog out of the hair on the carpet), then have either The Mommy or The Daddy take The Tot out on a walk while the other one vacuums.  Strange, but it’s what’s working for now.  Somebody please tell me she’ll grow out of this soon!