I could feel his little heart pounding as he sat on my lap, my arms wrapped around him. We were on the floor of his room watching the Roomba vacuum. It's such a nerve wracking and stressful event for Micah. He wants to see it, but it scares him, so he alternates between going up to it and touching it, grabbing on to me with all his might and then crawling over to it. We spent about 30 minutes watching. His little head would crane to see it when it vacuumed under his crib. And every now and then he would get brave enough to crawl over to it, then a few seconds later climb up on me and tightly grip on.
My mom was over today and she shot a few pictures of Micah braving the Roomba. It's not quite the moment I've tried to forever imprint on my brain, but it comes close.




And since you are all wondering, yes, I do like my Roomba (I'd even go so far as to say love). I'm very happy with him and I feel he does a great job at keeping my house cleaner than I ever would. He sucks up a lot of dirt for a little guy. No, it doesn't mean I can never get out the real vacuum again - it just means instead of me vacuuming every week, I vacuum with the real vacuum more like once or twice a month and let Roomba do the rest.
*After posting this and my husbands comment, I realize some of you might wonder why I torture my child so. I didn't do it out of meanness, I just wanted him to get more used to it. He cries when he sees it. There are certain things that must be done and vacuuming is one of them. He hates the blender more than Roomba and I'm not making him spend time with the blender!