Emily’s toddler glasses are here. They’re rubbery and lavender, and have a thin strap that goes around her little noggin to ensure they stay firmly perched on her little nose.  They’re made by Miraflex. The strap comes off, but I don’t think we’ll reach that milestone for a while, because she’s still running around like a bull in a china shop.

She’s doing amazingly well with them. Counter to my initial fears, she’s kept them on all week with minimal prompting and a few well-placed bribes — one of which has introduced her to the sugary world of M&M’s. “Candy!” Hey, at least she’s naming each color before she pops 5 of them into her mouth at a time. Another now has her constantly asking to watch nursery rhymes on YouTube. Wait — maybe bribing wasn’t such a good idea! But the glasses are staying on, and that’s all that matters.

When we picked up the glasses, I finally had a moment to ask what the exact prescription is — Emily’s protests and crying at the end of our appointment at the pediatric ophthalmologist made me forget to ask just *how* bad her sight is. We knew her eyes were crossing sometimes (the right more often than the left). But it turns out she’s fairly farsighted in both eyes — the glasses are made for +3.00 correction in both eyes.

Only time will tell if she needs them forever. But for now, they’re working, and that’s all we can ask for.

Rockin’ her new glasses and saying “cheese!”