Mac has complained lately of not being able to see out of his glasses. I made him an appointment to see the ophthalmologist for 9:30 this morning. Saturday morning. Before which, we all shower, we shovel the snow, I debate making lunches and decide I just can’t do it today. We are a few minutes early. The doc, an old family friend, is in rare form this morning, as is Mac and I have a hard time not laughing along with the antics of my young son. I bury my mouth in Sailor’s hair.
Mac's eyes have deteriorated to -3.50. Which is why he rarely wears his glasses. I don’t understand this at first. He often doesn’t wear them so I assume he doesn’t really need them. So I have not made the appointment before now. Turns out the exact opposite is true. His glasses are for -1.25 and really don't help him. Things are blurry or slightly less blurry. Oops! Guess I was supposed to have taken him to the eye doc before this! I had no idea! Really. He didn’t complain. How would I know? And no one said I have to take him every year or I would have! I actually feel bad. Not that I didn’t take him but that I have passed down my terrible eyes. It makes me sad that I can’t change this for him.
Sailor and Mac are growing their hair out to look like Jedi Knights. But Sailor couldn’t see. So I cut his bangs. Quite badly. “I can see!” Well, at least I accomplished one of my goals. I can see his beautiful eyes but he looks, well, silly. We have an appointment to get his hair cut for real on Tuesday. If we can wait that long!
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