The first time I vacuumed with her in the same room she was happily bouncing in her Jumperoo. When the noise came on she 'jumped' (of the startled variety) and then, as the vacuum worked its way closer, she filled her lungs, scrunched up her face, and let loose her loudest, most mad cry.
I'm thinking "uh oh... she's so upset, she's going to be hard to calm down." I quickly switched off the vacuum and turned to get her, but there was silence. She had instantly quieted back down and, although still suspiciously surveying me and the vacuum, continued with a couple of small Jumperoo bounces.
I moved the vacuum away from her and cautiously resumed my task. The moment the sound kicked on, her eyes locked in on the enemy, her body froze, poised in her Jumperoo on two tip-toes, ready to react on a moments notice if need be. She did not move a muscle as I finished, except to swivel her head, keeping the vacuum decidedly locked in her cross hairs as I moved around the room.
I found this all quite humorous, so as an almost identical situation unfolded while I vacuumed yesterday (minus the crying), I asked Mitch to take a picture.
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