Our darling boy has glasses!
At Sunday dinner, my brother Mike made an unconventional observation. Pointing to Henry he says,
"If Daniel Radcliffe and your husband produced a child, he'd look like that." I have a hard time agreeing with my brother (on so many levels), but it is true that my unwavering devotion to the boy wizard has tripled as I imagine sharing those books with Henry in the coming years.
Laughing at his reaction, she asks him:
"Can you see me now?!" Nodding his head with enthusiasm he replies,
"Yes!" Looking around, he spies Lottie.
"And I can see Lottie too!" It was a happy moment. To celebrate his new glasses, I told him I'd take him to the bread store (Sara Lee bakery outlet) to pick out a package of doughnuts. How is that for stellar parenting? Don't answer that. As we're driving, Henry pipes up from the back seat.
"Wow! I really LIKE to be able to see, Mom!" The adjustment is going well. The backs of his ears were tender in the beginning but that doesn't seem to be much of a bother to him now. Until his glasses become the norm, I will resist the temptation of presenting him with a wand, drawing a lightening scar on his forehead and wrapping him in a maroon and gold scarf.