Jackson's Math

As we drove home from an eye appointment yesterday, the boys were talking about how many kids are in different families around us. "So and so have 3, so and so have 2, so and so have 5,...."

I simply listened and didn't add anything to the conversation.

Suddenly Jackson became very animated. "Mommy, we only have boys in our family! That's not fair to you," he exclaimed.

I laughed and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You're the only girl in our family. That's not fair. We need four girls to make it even."

"Four," I asked for clarification.

"Yes, four. Because Daddy has 4 boys and you need 4 girls."

I guess he's counting Winston as one of Daddy's boys. It's either that or we need to work on JMan's counting skills.

He Doesn't Listen

Liam has not been listening to me.

I keep telling him to stop growing up.

He laughs and does it anyway.

For instance, just last week, he moved from glasses to contacts.
And he immediately looked two years older.

At 7 1/2, he's quite young to be in contacts, but his vision has come a loooong way in 3 1/2 years. At the age of 4, we discovered that he was legally blind in his left eye due to amblyopia. Since then, we have worked tirelessly to get his eyes to work as a team. He's now seeing 20/25 with correction, which is almost unheard of for the severity of his condition. As a result of such a huge success, our doctor believes that a contact on his left eye is the best way to hold his vision at such a healthy stage.

The downside...he looks almost ten. The upside...I get to see his good-lookin' eyes.

Liam, are you listening to me? Stop that growing up, young man! Just stop it now!