A million years ago, when I was pregnant with Matteas, I tried contacts. With no success. So I'm trying them again because even after 13 years I'm not used to my glasses, and I hate them every day. It's kind of working. I don't hate them as much as I did the first time, and my optometrist saw fit to order me six months worth of contacts because he assures me that I'll eventually get used to them, and because his whole face lifts a visible inch when he smiles I'm choosing to believe him.
But it's weird, because I've worn glasses for such a long time and now my face looks so naked, and my eyes look so small and my lips are enormous so I thought I'd level the playing field a bit and cut some bangs. And now I have no idea what I look like: bangs, no bangs, glasses, no glasses? What does anyone look like, anyway, and what does it matter? Cue existential crisis. But during all this we went to Whidbey Island, and it was magical.
This is as normal as it gets. I have over ten of these; Matteas will not make a normal face in any of them. I'm not really sure what his deal is right now, because for once in his life he is being The More Difficult Child and this is new for everyone.
Our last night there, I asked my cousin Christopher to make a bonfire so we could have Cousins Bonfire, and he was all over it. We drank cheap wine and watched the crazy half moon get eaten by the mountains, and it was epic.
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That is a really cute family picture. So are you easing out of having glasses on your face by wearing them on your head?
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