I was going to write a post about incidents and happenings according to Dwight Swain, but it’s really not very interesting. So instead, I thought I’d write about Brogan’s glasses, which he got this afternoon.
Ummm….yeah, he’s not a huge fan. He’ll wear them as long as he’s distracted. But as soon as he remembers they’re on his face, he tears them off. And since he’s nine months old and likes to rub his face against my chest, the floor, Bubba, blankets, you name it, he’s sort of tearing them off every two minutes.
Here’s my concern: He doesn’t have bifocals. So aren’t the lenses blurring things that are far away? When I look through a pair of reading glasses, everything far away looks blurry. Wouldn’t that be the same for Brogan? I need to get a hold of the eye doctor tomorrow and find out.
Enough chit chat, I know some of you wanted some pictures. So without further ado, here’s my little poindexter.
First, you have to see my guy before glasses.
Notice, he was not blessed with his father’s tan skin. The pastiness comes from me, I’m afraid.
My little man with glasses:
And the grand finale: My lil’ red-headed, gap-toothed, four-eyed hamball (this is very typical Brogan, in case you don’t already know)
Question to Ponder: How do I keep these things on my son’s head?