Eye of the beholder

R2 and I went to the eye doctor today, or if you're all fancy-schmancy, the ophthalmologist. It's been a year since our last visit, so you might not remember that our doctor looks like a movie star. It always surprises me. I mean, you expect to see stunning people at your run-of-the-mill 24 hour house of prayer, with awesome hair. But when you go to an eye doctor you kinda expect the scrubby short-haired glass-ed type with the lab coat. This one wears beautiful shiny clothes and has flowing curly blonde hair and a purse of magical toys. Anyways.

Going to appointments with just R2 is always a little strange. I mean, I did it for 6 years before Toby came along, but now I've gotten used to constant input. Constant. So now, to ride for a half hour with no talking in the van, and then around various elevators, up to the clinic where I answer all questions on his behalf, and so on. You'd think I'd enjoy the break from the noise. I tend to talk to him a whole lot, and kinda just keep both sides going.

His prescription from last year was a little strong, so we got a new and reduced one, which is fun because new glasses! I got him some hip little black frames that look pretty cool.

Also today: we got an x-ray of his hand and elbow- to determine bone age. This is über cool. He's about to go through some testing to determine if it's a problem that he hasn't grown in a couple of years, and the bone x-ray is the first step. I'm very curious as to how old his body thinks he is....

In other news, Toby has not been hellacious today, and I am feeling a little better. Chicken or the egg, who knows...