It’s official, we now all have glasses in our house.
No miracles here – except the miracle of modern medicine (and fashion) that makes it possible for four people with terrible eyesight to thrive nonetheless with a little correction from glasses (or contacts).
On the fashion side, my Future Farmkids couldn’t look any cuter in their glasses.
My son is the latest to get specs. He chose stylish pair of Nike’s that frame his face nicely.
As a bonus, he may actually agree to a haircut now so he doesn’t have to keep brushing his bangs out of his eyes. This wasn’t a problem before, but it’s apparently more annoying to him when his glasses trap his hair so close to his eyes.
He had no reservations about getting his glasses. As soon as the doctor showed him what he should be seeing (turns out that look of concentration he’d get from time to time was a form of squinting), he couldn’t wait to pick out his frames and pick them up.
My daughter has adjusted to her glasses too. She wears them most of the time now. And we’ve already noticed improvements in her ability to focus on printed words.
The other night we caught her avoiding bedtime, not by playing with her stuffies, but with a stack of books. It’s like she’s making up for lost time.
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