Today was D's first full day with glasses. We picked them up yesterday at 5 or so, after annoying the opticians with at least five "Are they done yet?"-style calls. He's handling them pretty well, so far; he rarely takes them off and if he does, I've trained him to give them to me rather than throw them on the floor. They don't fall off, either, thanks to the hooks on the back that curve 'round the ears. Those hooks also push his ears out perpendicular to his head, so when he wears the glasses he looks a little like an intellectual and a lot like a two-year-old white Will Smith. (Boggles the mind.)
Some memorable impressions: he's a had a lot of trouble eating with silverware, but today, while wearing the glasses, he ate a bowl of oatmeal at breakfast, and a small bowl of ice cream after dinner, without spilling a drop. That's a challenge for a two-year-old with ANY kind of eyesight!
We took a walk around the lake, as well; for the first time, he followed people with his eyes as they passed, and--this was classic, but it requires a brief backstory.
D LOVES to swim--K takes him to the city pool every weekend. Now, whenever we've gone around the lake with D, he's enjoyed it, but he's never asked to swim in it.
Turns out he never knew there was water in the lake, because the moment he saw it today, with the glasses, he stopped still, in shock, and then said "Want to go swimming?" and made a beeline for the water's edge. I managed to stop him (it is, after all, a somewhat dirty lake), but every time there was a path to the water's edge, there he was again, my son the wanna-be tadpole.
I can't fathom what it must be like for him. Nearsightedness I can understand--I used to be nearsighted. But to be far-sighted, and he was even beyond standard farsightedness; everything must be blurry. A whole new world has opened up for him.
And it's in sharp focus!
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