{Vacuum}

The reason why we got you this vacuum.

Dad was vacuuming and all you wanted to do is be held and help push. You were so fascinated with it that once it was time for us to put it away you were not happy. I tried to put you in the high chair to feed you but all you did was scream and try to get out. I let you out and you went straight to the closet where the vacuum was stored. You needed to eat so we dragged the vacuum next to your high chair and with one hand holding the handle, you fed yourself with the other. We knew we had to get you your own. We found a replica of our Dyson vacuum online. The only difference is the colors.

The toy vacuum.

You woke up from your nap and went to investigate a new box. Once you figured out what it was, you picked up the box and carried it to us saying, “I want it”. You were getting giddy while daddy was putting it together. We popped in the batteries and let the puff balls fly around in the cylinder and you pushed it all evening. The next morning barely awake you went straight to the vacuum and started pushing it around.

Just like mommy.

I told nana this story and she said that I was the exact same way. I had a little pink vacuum and I would get up and be barely awake pushing it around.