The pouting begins

So, a good thing, finally ... well mostly.
Little sister hasn't gotten her glasses yet, but we now know that Big sister is going to be jealous when she does. On Thursday and Friday she bugged us so much that we called a local eye doctor and got an appointment for Friday afternoon.
The beautiful wife took her there and found out that Big sister does not need glasses. She is a little near sighted in one eye, but not enough to need anything yet.
We don't have to buy glasses, but we do have to listen to Big sister's green monster gripe.
We've promised her those nice Hannah Montana sunglasses to make up for a little, assuring her that she doesn't really want glasses. But then again, who am I to say anything. I wanted them as a child too.
We're very impatient for Little sister to get her glasses, no matter what her sister's reaction.
Before when Little sister would run into a wall it was just her being clumsy, or not paying attention. Now we know it's because she really can't see where she's at. When she reaches down to grab something and can't quite get it, we know she really can't see it.
If doing this blog has taught me anything though, it's that our child needing glasses is probably the most minor of problems ever.
There are whole groups of blogs dedicated to the horrible diseases and conditions to which some children are afflicted.
But seriously. If anyone has tips on how to get an 18-month-old to wear glasses, I'd love to hear them.