Molly likes the vacuum. You would think the noise would frighten her. Not so. She loves it! I roll it out (sometimes playfully chasing her with it-lol), get it all plugged in, and get to work. Where is Molly? Sitting off to the side with a big 'o grin on her face playing with the cord. I've read that babies become accustom to the noises they hear while in the womb. They might even be soothed by these noises. For instance, your heartbeat, your voice, a frequently played song, white noise, a vacuum...
Anthony likes the vacuum too. I tell him I'm going to vacuum and he runs around picking up all the toys on the floor. I roll the vacuum out and he helps me unwind it. After I'm all finished, he runs as fast as he can and unplugs it from the wall. He then holds the plug until I've got it all wound up and finally hands it to me so I can finish. Together we push the vacuum back to it's place in the closet making sure to give a little grunt and a hard push when it gets stuck on the area rug in front of the closet door. High fives all around and we're done!
So why do I have vacuum lovers? Could it be because Molly heard it's constant hum daily while in the womb and it has become a familiar, comforting sound not to be feared? Could it be because children love to watch and mimic what their beloved Mama and Papa do? Or could it be because the neat and clean freak gene has been passed from me onto my offspring? Who knows! ;)