The first time I used a blender to make a cake with Alex, I darn near peeled him off the ceiling. It was instantaneous. He screamed, wriggled and tried to claw his way out of my arms like a feral cat. Torn between trying to get away from the offending noise and stay in the security of my arms. Cake batter went flying everywhere because, stupid me---I couldn't make the connection. So like an idiot, I got things cleaned up and turned it on again. Let's just say two was the magic number.
I cut myself some slack on this one since he was only about 12 months old at the time. Hindsight's twenty-twenty, right?
Over the course of Alex's life I've found out the hard way some of his hearing sensitivities. Basically, it's anything with a high pitched wine, excluding his sisters. Here are some of the most offending noise makers in our house:
Coffee grinder Knife sharpener
Pencil sharpener, automatic Electric toothbrush
Hair dryer Lawnmower
Weed whacker Sirens
Well, needless to say, seven years later and I still stir the cake batter by hand. I'm OK with that.
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