“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”
Last week we had to head back to the opticians to pick up some specs for Moose. He was absolutely adamant that he definitely didn’t need to wear them but a short visit to the eye clinic at our local hospital and a diagnosis of a lazy eye with a prescription of +4 said different.
I was a bit worried that the choice wouldn’t be there and to be honest being left to stand around feeling utterly clueless for half an hour. No, I am not exaggerating. Before a very nice man came to tell me that the pairs I had finally plucked from the shelves were entirely unsuitable did not help with the anxiety.
It didn’t take long to find a pair to suit Moose. He is of course, adorable.
However, he has inherited my big head so that cancelled off a big percentage of the frames on display. He settled on a pair with a Transformers character on them along with some super cool Spiderman sunglasses.
Then we went to Tesco where he successfully managed to time his request for LEGO with a massive wave of Mum guilt over not noticing his lazy eye up until now. Not that I actually noticed it at all. Thank Dog for school nurses and their checks!
He has now had his frames for a week and he has been so much better than I thought at wearing them. I presumed it would be a hard sell but they must be really helping his vision because he rarely takes them off which is great!
Moose had also completed 10 days of being dry overnight so we are having a pretty good time at the moment parenting wise. Of course, the reward he wanted for this accomplishment was more LEGO so now we are just resigned to being poor forever. Can’t win em all though.