Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Rose-Tinted Spectacles

"The optimist looks at the world through rose-tinted spectacles" -English Proverb
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Yesterday was the big yearly visit to the eye doctor for both boys. For Chance, this is all old-hat. For Colton, it was his first time. He had so many questions about all the machines and gadgets - and both the doctor and Chance were patient to answer them again and again.
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Chance's goal was to convince our ophthalmologist that he no longer needed his glasses. Let me tell you, she is Superwoman. Because, by the time she was done, she had told Chance that he was right - he didn't need his glasses to be able to see - but also had him convinced that, because his brain would have to work so hard to overcome his farsightedness, he would probably be slower in school, not seem as smart, have a hard time concentrating quickly on a pitched baseball, etc., etc., etc. By the end of her speech, Chance decided he would still wear his glasses, but was still beaming because "he knew he was right about that." The lady's a genius - I guess that's why she could survive like 25 years of schooling, and now she makes the big, Big, BIG bucks!
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So, Chance's prescription stayed virtually the same, and we learned that little-brother Colton will get glasses as well. His eyes, as far as his prescription is concerned, are pretty lopsided. So, we will spend the next year watching pretty closely to make sure his weaker eye doesn't turn into a lazy one. Thankfully, I have much experience on how things look when they start to go lazy (namely, the boys whenever the chore-chart comes out), so I'm sure I'll see the signs right away.
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After work, we made a trip to the glasses store (aka Wal-Mart). Hey, I know I've mentioned it before, but if you can't get it at the Wal-Mart or the Ranch & Home, we just plain don't need it around our house (the scrapbook store is my personal exception to Matt's house rule ;-)
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The boys spent much time and brain-energy contemplating the perfect frames to match their ultimate coolness and look they each desire for the next 12 months. Colton's was pretty simple, as far as he was concerned - they needed to be blue, he needed to look like Elijah, and he needed to look sooooo handsome. Unfortunately, aside from the blue requirement, he thought he looked sooo good in each pair he tried on. And, not that I'm biased or anything, he did look pretty dang cute. The gals helping us were cracking up at each new rendition of "How Do You Like Me Now!!!" Mom had a few more requirements (titanium/bendable frames, scratch-proof lenses, child-proof warranty, etc), but thankfully, we found some frames that fit the bill for all of the above. I'll let you be the judge . . .

Chance also had some requirements, but they weren't quite as clear. He thought he wanted something kind of more squarish than his current frames, but he wasn't quite sure, and if he could just try a bunch on, he'd know them when he saw them. We decided that he's old enough and responsible enough to get regular frames, which gave him more selection than just the titanium/bendable frames. He also made the big leap into the lenses that transition into sunglasses when you are outside - this meant that mom had to sacrifice the kid-proof, scratch-proof coating, because you can't have both. But, Chance promised over and over that he would put his glasses away every time he took them off, so they'd have no chance of getting scratched. I'm sure that all grandparents reading this will help me enforce this rule when he is visiting? And, yep, you are right, I still bought the kid-proof insurance, anyway. He chose some really sophisticated looking frames, which will still look really good as sunglasses when he's outside. Here they are . . .


So, to top our day off, Colton cried and threw himself on the ground when the gal said we'd have the glasses back in 12 days. Yes, I told him about 7 or 125 times that he wouldn't get to take them home that day, but apparently it didn't sink in.

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Chance was very concerned that I was taking pictures of glasses with stickers on them. Poor little thing - it's almost been a year, and he still doesn't get this blogging thing yet!!

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