Well she can't get hurt, but it's time for a snack so...oh great...she's covered in dog hair. From her hair to her clothes to the Velcro pads of her sneakers. Sigh. First there's a battle (although a laughing one for a change) to get her off the bed, followed by the cleanup. Her hair is easy enough to brush out, but her clothes are covered. Now is when I'm faced with some parental choices:
Take her upstairs and completely change her outfit, or
Use the lint roller to clean her off.
Realizing Option 2 gets me back in front of my laptop faster I look for the lint roller. Of course, I can't find it. In the meantime, I have to keep stopping to pull her off the bed. Now I don't want to clean her off to have her just jump back on again, so I decided I should clean the bed first, then the baby. The hair vacuums off the bed easy enough, so now it's time to go back to searching for the...wait a minute.
Could I? Gregg's not home he's still at the gym. It will be years before she can speak enough English to rat me out. No, who does that? It wouldn't be right. Still...
When vacuuming toddlers, the upholstery attachment is the way to go. It makes them laugh when you slide it across their shirts. Trying to roll the machine over their stomachs is not recommended and may lead to clogging the machine. That hair zipped right off, or most of it anyway. I can't figure out how to get it out of the Velcro on her sneakers, but that's good enough for now. And for anything left on her, well tonight's bath night anyway. Or is it...?