Joshua got a new pair of glasses last week. We picked them up on Friday, as we headed up to Clovis to pick up Amanda for the weekend. These new glasses cost quite a bit more than his first pair, primarily because we shopped outside of the Kaiser network to get them, but they are much better quality, made of a flexible and elastic metal; they should last a lot longer and make up for their cost in their longevity. Josh has an easier time putting them on, too.
Josh has been quite a pill lately; he is the pudding in which the "terrible twos" are proven; but I still love him. He comes running to the front door any time I come home, gleefully screaming, "daddy," all the way. It puts a smile on my face as I hang up my keys and then pick him up. If I don't pick him up right away, he hugs me around the legs to make sure I know he's there. I love looking at his cute little smile, his lips pressed tightly together, the corners of his mouth turned upwards, and his eyes glinting, smirking at me, telling me hidden secrets, telling me how happy his to see me. It warms me, and I can't help but pick him up.
He'll have to get a haircut soon - he's already overdo. I hate to have it done, though. It's always such a shock, and a bit disheartening, when his fine curls are trimmed off and he's left a little prim and proper boy. His curls give him somewhat of a mischevious Tom Sawyer quality, and they are distinctly his; I hate when they're cut off, but it's inevitable. Oh, well.
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