This is our vacuum.
When I was pregnant, nothing made me quite as happy as seeing vacuum lines in the carpet (I had to put limits on the number of times per day I could vacuum because I was starting to wear it out near the baseboards).
And now, when the babies are loud and crying/whining, and I'm a little crazy, all I have to do is flip on the vacuum.
One does this:
because he is a little afraid of it.
And the other does this:
because it makes her sleepy.
Vacuum, let's not mince words. I love you.