Update: The Vaccum-cleaner Situation

Every time we flick on the switch, there will still be a look of alarm on her face. However, after some assurances from us, usually involving the adults clowning & dancing around the machine as if it were some tribal celebration while the dog barking madly at the sudden commotion , her face would gradually ease into a smile.

Yesterday, I put her into her walker after she was accustomed to the roar of the vacuum cleaner - just to see how she would respond.

Slowly & steadily, she sashayed over to where her father and the machine was. Thereafter, she was hot on their heels (father & machine) as the trio (occasionally four as Muff tagged along as well) moved from room to room. Occasionally, she shrieked, squealed and giggled. Every now and then, The Husband had to move her away as she had jammed herself between the machine & him, obstructing his progress. As I quote him, "It is a happy problem that I gladly do. It sure beats seeing her cry and having one of us stay by her side all the time while the other vacuums."

Yay! Our little woman has outgrown her fear!