My Stewart Little!

I took Ian to the eye doctor for his follow up appointment yesterday. Mom joined me to provide back up when administering the dilating solution. Ian cooperated with the assistant until it was time for the eye drops to go in. Once he realized what was happening he came to me for support, so I cuddled him for a few minutes and used it to my advantage. His legs were wrapped around my waist, so I carefully laid his head in the floor and held his head still while Mom held his hands and the nurse added the drops. Ian was okay after the drops were massaged into his eyes, because I made it all better with a pack of Reese cups! Once he calmed down, the doctor took a look at his eyes, wrote his prescription and we headed to the racks of eye glasses. I found a pair that would work, and I handed them to Ian. He put them on and strutted his stuff in front of the mirror, looking at himself with the glasses on and then off again. Finally, he said that he liked them and kind of giggled. We ordered the glasses! I hate that Ian has to have glasses at such a young age, but hopefully the glasses with correct the issue overtime.