Glasses

Once again, I have underestimated my boys. You would think that I would have learned to not do that by now, but no, I am much too slow for that.



Today we went for the boys' glasses. I expected screaming. Crying. Fit throwing. Tantrums. Basically, I looked forward to this like it was a certain death. To be fair to myself, neither boy was up to trying on the glasses before we ordered them, and there was plenty screaming and hand flapping/grabbing/slapping then.



They remembered us at the eye center. And it probably wasn't because we are so darn cute (although they are). In fact, they didn't even have us sit down.



But my little guys were quite the charmers. They not only let the women at the eye center place the glasses on their cherubic little faces and adjust the glasses six or seven times, but they also didn't even make an attempt to touch the glasses until we were on the way home! (yea. they save the fun stuff all for me. it really hasn't been that bad, either.)



Would it be wrong if I say that I was shocked at how well they behaved?



Because I totally was.



Totally.



To the point of me actually checking to ensure that the babies I had with me were really my own.



Thankfully, they were. (just kidding about the checking. of course I knew they were my kids!)



So, without further ado, here are the new and visually improved Shawn and Jason...

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Pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself.