Rachel got Matthew a truck for his birthday (coming up soon). I got him a vacuum. The vacuum has a very good chance of beating out the truck for MFT (most favored toy) status -- not that he doesn't like trucks; he's crazy about them. But Daddy knows that Being Like Mommy is even higher on his baby cool stuff list.
I got him a rechargable Dirt Devil. He was a little leery of it for the first couple days but he's glommed onto it with a vengeance now -- he tried to take it with him to bed tonight, after dragging it around with him all day. Yesterday was his first Vacuum Day; he discharged the battery in 15 minutes of continuous vacuuming and wouldn't relinquish it for charging, even though he was very mad at it for letting him down like that. (Rachel thought that 15 minutes of continuous run time was pretty wimpy but I think it's pretty generous, given what it's designed for. Still, you can't exactly reason that way with a raging peanut so I see her point.) Rachel says he demanded that she watch him while he vacuumed, too: "Sit!" he said, motioning to a place near him. Then Rachel would point out where there was crumbs or dirt on the floor. "Oh!" he'd say, and vacuum it.
Rachel says he'd vacuum right on by the dirt if she didn't point it out. He liked picking up dirt, he just couldn't see it. Gets it from his dad, she says...
So I'm charging the vacuum tonight. Rachel predicts another baby tantrum when it runs out again but hopefully the fun is worth the subsequent disappointment.
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