Now that Isla is crawling for real, we have to vacuum and mop the floors a bit more often than we used to.
Of course, now would also be the time that Isla's separation anxiety and fear of the vacuum kick in. She is scared of the vacuum, but even more scared of my leaving her. This means I have to hold her, all tense and clingy, in one arm, while I vacuum with the other. Quite the challenge.
