"Go back to bed for a few hours!" I replied. And they did.
We later had a day full of happiness and genuine surprises, including a new addition to the family. Lacey won for having received the greatest number of surprises. That would be because she can't keep a secret so she didn't know what anyone was getting! I won for receiving the biggest surprise, which would be the part about the new addition to the family. In case you're thinking a dog, it wasn't. I will admit that the thought of surprising the kids with a dog had flitted across my mind for all of about three seconds.
No dog. Les surprised me with a robot vacuum cleaner. I never saw this coming. Les told Cassie, "Get Mommy the big box."
"Hmm, " I thought as I held the box, "A pair of boots?" Then, "Oh my gosh?! You actually bought the iRobot vacuum cleaner??!! What did you pay for this??!!!"
"Not much." said Les.
Well, whatever he paid, this little guy is worth it. I set the box next to my feet and pulled out the directions. "Must have initial charge of 16 hours. . . Oh, I'll have to charge it overnight. We won't be able to see it work until tomorrow."
"Don't call it "it," Mommy," Cassie piped in. "You have to give it a name."
"Well, if it's going to help me with the housework, it's got to have a masculine name!" I said. We settled on "Reggie" because that sounds appropriately "buttlerish."
I eagerly read through the 35-page owner's manual. The iRobot uses its built-in intelligence to clean the whole floor, under and around furniture and along walls. It can vacuum wood, carpet, tile, vinyl and linoleum, automatically adjusting to different floor types. It can allegedly detect dirt and clean more intensely in that area. It can naigate around furniture and obstacles and won't fall down stairs. I was kind of hoping that it could climb stairs and vacuum them too. At least on paper, I was loving the little guy!
I continued scanning. "'Tip: For best performance from the iRobot, make sure floor is relatively clean of clutter.' I knew there had to be a catch!"
I plugged in the "docking station" so that Reggie could charge. He came to life with a chirping sound, sort of an electronic purring, and indicated that he was fully charged! I turned him loose in the front hallway. The little fellow seemed to be quite clever, navigating around the steps and the shoebench, and climbing on and off the rug. He headed for a real test in the kitchen. At first I thought Reggie wasn't doing very well. Then, I realized that was only because he can't pick up dirt that is stuck to the floor. Can I use the word "persistent" to describe a robot?
After getting to know Reggie a little better, I decided to give him a trial run under the bird cage. This was Reggie's chance to earn his place as a permanent member of the household. Well, not only am I going to let him stay, Reggie might even get his own place at the table!
Who needs a dog? I'll never be alone again. As I write, Reggie is snuggling contentedly against my feet. I bet Reggie and I could walk down the street together leash free! With some slight modifications, Reggie might even be able to sing to me while he works. All in all, Les scores big with the robot!
The girls dressed for church on Christas Eve. The matching capes were surprise gifts from friends! |
Pre-chaos |
Opening gifts together - very civilized! |
Julio and Gaby |
The gang, minus the photographer |
The dolls' annual Christmas pageant |
Opening gifts with Gaby Here are some videos of Reggie at work. The first shows him cleaning the front hallway. The second shows him meeting the cat and my former vacuum cleaner. |
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