As you may have noticed, Jackson joined the world of the bespeckled last fall. I was really worried about having a 3 year old with glasses, but to my surprise, he adjusted relatively well. The first week or so was kind of rough, but from then on, he's been really good about keeping them on. Sure, he takes them off now and then, but all in all, he's been great. I think it's helpful that his glasses are "Thomas the Train" blue, and he gets lots of compliments on his cool specs. Plus, I do believe he sees better- what a bonus!
So, anyway...you may be wondering what the title of this post has to do with Jackson and his glasses. Here's a little story about a headstrong 3 year old.
The kids, the dog, and I packed up the car on the Monday before Christmas to head down to my parents for the week (Steve had to work, so he was going to drive down later in the week). Now the way we travel is a bit humorous, in and of itself. We're in the Durango- the back end is so full of suitcases, gifts, food, winter gear, and various other stuff that I can barely see out the rear window. The kids are in their seats with stuff packed on the floor in front of them and on the seat in between. I'm driving (of course), and Cooper is riding shotgun, which is the part that gets some looks, smiles, and laughs as we roll down the highway. He's a good sized dog, so it's like there's a person sitting there. Kinda funny, but that's not what this story is about.
When we first leave home, one of the kids gets to choose the DVD that they will watch for the first leg of the trip. We've got dual screens, but the same DVD plays on both at the same time. Often, it's the squeakiest wheel that gets the first choice, and on that day, it was Jackson. He chose his new Thomas video- big shocker. Olivia is a trooper- she doesn't complain, she just sits and watches the video, and occasionally double checks with me to make sure she gets to choose next. Once Thomas is done, Olivia announces that she would like to watch Sleeping Beauty, which she had just gotten for Christmas. Jackson defiantly announces that he doesn't want to watch Sleeping Beauty...over, and over again. After what feels like an eternity, he gives it up, and I assume he has settled in to watch the new flick. We're tooling down the road- I'm listening to my new Christmas mix CD, the kids are watching their movie, and Coop is wishing I'd agree to a minivan so that he could lay down on the floor instead of having to sit up in the seat.
And then I hear Jackson say "I can't do it", and I'm wondering what it is that he can't do. I adjust my mirror to see him, and I notice that he's got his glasses in his hand. I keep watching as he tries to put them back on his face. And then I look a little closer at the glasses, and realize that they barely resemble glasses anymore. It appears that he has completely destroyed them. I demanded that he give me the glasses immediately, and ask him what he did to them. The rest of the exchange went something like this:
He mumbled "I broke my glasses."
I said "WHAT?"
"I broke my glasses."
"Why?!?"
"I don't want to watch Sleeping Beauty. I want to watch Thomas."
"So you broke your glasses?"
"Yeah...I broke my glasses. I sorry mommy."
So now I've got the glasses in my hand, and they look a bit more like a ball of scrap metal. One bow is bent in half into a 90 degree angle, and the other is hanging limply from it's point of attachment. I did the best I could to straighten everything as I was driving down the road, expecting pieces to snap in two as I did so. But amazingly, everything held together, and once we got to my parents, I did a little more tweaking, and put the reconfigured metal back on Jackson's face with strict instructions to never, ever, EVER take them off unless he's going to give them to me.
His glasses are still in a state of slight disrepair- I haven't had the gumption to go back to the place we got them since this will be the SECOND time in 3 1/2 months that we will need to take advantage of their full replacement warranty.
I guess now I know why they offer you a second pair for $100 when you first get your glasses. Next time.
So, anyway...you may be wondering what the title of this post has to do with Jackson and his glasses. Here's a little story about a headstrong 3 year old.
The kids, the dog, and I packed up the car on the Monday before Christmas to head down to my parents for the week (Steve had to work, so he was going to drive down later in the week). Now the way we travel is a bit humorous, in and of itself. We're in the Durango- the back end is so full of suitcases, gifts, food, winter gear, and various other stuff that I can barely see out the rear window. The kids are in their seats with stuff packed on the floor in front of them and on the seat in between. I'm driving (of course), and Cooper is riding shotgun, which is the part that gets some looks, smiles, and laughs as we roll down the highway. He's a good sized dog, so it's like there's a person sitting there. Kinda funny, but that's not what this story is about.
When we first leave home, one of the kids gets to choose the DVD that they will watch for the first leg of the trip. We've got dual screens, but the same DVD plays on both at the same time. Often, it's the squeakiest wheel that gets the first choice, and on that day, it was Jackson. He chose his new Thomas video- big shocker. Olivia is a trooper- she doesn't complain, she just sits and watches the video, and occasionally double checks with me to make sure she gets to choose next. Once Thomas is done, Olivia announces that she would like to watch Sleeping Beauty, which she had just gotten for Christmas. Jackson defiantly announces that he doesn't want to watch Sleeping Beauty...over, and over again. After what feels like an eternity, he gives it up, and I assume he has settled in to watch the new flick. We're tooling down the road- I'm listening to my new Christmas mix CD, the kids are watching their movie, and Coop is wishing I'd agree to a minivan so that he could lay down on the floor instead of having to sit up in the seat.
And then I hear Jackson say "I can't do it", and I'm wondering what it is that he can't do. I adjust my mirror to see him, and I notice that he's got his glasses in his hand. I keep watching as he tries to put them back on his face. And then I look a little closer at the glasses, and realize that they barely resemble glasses anymore. It appears that he has completely destroyed them. I demanded that he give me the glasses immediately, and ask him what he did to them. The rest of the exchange went something like this:
He mumbled "I broke my glasses."
I said "WHAT?"
"I broke my glasses."
"Why?!?"
"I don't want to watch Sleeping Beauty. I want to watch Thomas."
"So you broke your glasses?"
"Yeah...I broke my glasses. I sorry mommy."
So now I've got the glasses in my hand, and they look a bit more like a ball of scrap metal. One bow is bent in half into a 90 degree angle, and the other is hanging limply from it's point of attachment. I did the best I could to straighten everything as I was driving down the road, expecting pieces to snap in two as I did so. But amazingly, everything held together, and once we got to my parents, I did a little more tweaking, and put the reconfigured metal back on Jackson's face with strict instructions to never, ever, EVER take them off unless he's going to give them to me.
His glasses are still in a state of slight disrepair- I haven't had the gumption to go back to the place we got them since this will be the SECOND time in 3 1/2 months that we will need to take advantage of their full replacement warranty.
I guess now I know why they offer you a second pair for $100 when you first get your glasses. Next time.
What an adventure! Ava had lipstick out yesterday and went after Gabe with it apparently, in return he took it and lipsticked her brand new shirt. Lipstick doesn't come out, at least not with what I've tried. They both got a a 'never, ever, EVER' on that one! Have a great day!
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