I know this fear is common with a lot of kids, but I don't think it's usually as excessive as Elijah's fear was. You see, he'd throw himself onto the floor in .5 seconds and scream the saddest/scared cry you've ever heard. It didn't matter that we'd explain it to him ahead of time or if we tried to make it fun. Nothing worked. Usually, Elijah's fear would evolve into rocking on his hands and knees and banging his head on the floor, which was obviously something we tried to avoid. Andy and I would refer to Elijah's reaction as World War Three.
So, for the past three years or so, we haven't vacuumed when Elijah was home. We'd try it once in awhile, but it was always the same result. Therefore, I'd vacuum when Eli was at preschool or Andy would take him outside so I could do it (or vice versa). Vacuuming just wasn't worth experiencing World War Three.
Elijah verses the vacuum |
Now, Elijah loves the vacuum cleaner.
Blurry Eli loving the vacuum |
Sigh. We just can't win sometimes.
1 comments:
Awesome! Our Eli overcoming in leaps and bounds....Love you, GrammaKat
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