"Because of you, I never strayed too far from the sidewalk...."

With the glasses on



as the nutty professor.

Yep, that's right. These pictures pretty much sum up what's happened.

But here is a bit of detail - Buck had a bit of a lazy eye. A girlfriend of mine told me that if it wasn't corrected by the age of 4, then it couldn't be corrected at all. When Buck started rubbing his eyes at night and doing some constant blinking and squinting, I figured it was time to take him to the eye doctor.

They have neat little "non-reading" tests with pictures and colors and things. I think kids do need to be able to talk to have the tests. At one point, the doctor (Dr. Cooper - a 20-something beautiful doctor whom Buck called Dr. Pooper the entire time) covered Buck's "good" eye and Buck freaked out. It was pretty obvious that he couldn't really see out of the weak eye.

Long story longer, Buck needs glasses. He has a very thick lens for his left eye.

I thought he'd have a problem with wearing the glasses - what 2.5 year old wouldn't? Turns out - he can see so well with them now that he never complained once - only started laughing that everything "looks funny." Which I take to mean "looks clear." The ultimate Bad Mommy to allow your child to walk around with a fuzzy reality.