I didn't get much knitting done yesterday. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was busy chasing my little man around the house trying to make sure he kept something attached to his face. I didn't think it would affect me as much as it does, but I have to say I cried a little bit. Not because I feel sorry for him, or because I don't like the way he looks, but because he had changed. I would never see his face the same way again..his pudgy cheeked , full on grin, eyes that sparkle when he laughs face. My Kaeleb face. One that no-one in else in world has. But now ...it's different.He got his first glasses this week. At 19 months. And it is probable that he will wear them every waking moment of his life from now on. Maybe I feel guilty ..Man! why can't I stop crying!!! His condition is most likely hereditary. Which means out of my four children, my baby..the one that had to endure so much already in his little life is the unfortunate one, the one that will have to undergo eye surgery down the road, and the one that has to wear glasses for the rest of his life...just like his dad. My husband feels sick about it, and he of all people knows what it's like. He started crying as soon as we left the optometrist. We are both just being big cry-babies right now. Maybe it's just mourning the loss of that baby face we grew so accustomed to. So ... we took pictures... lots and lots of pictures. I won't show them all here, but there are a couple of favorites I can show
That last one was easter weekend, and I love how blue his eyes look . All in all it really isn't such a bad thing because after all he can see better right? I guess that is all that matters.
Hopefully tommorow, some more knitting content. I'm halfway through my "Large Rectangle " stole, and I'm worried about running out of sea silk. Dun Dun DUnnnnn...What will I do then?