Yesterday, both boys had eye appointments. Rowen found a pair of 3D glasses that we brought home a while back and was wearing them around the house, according to him, until he got his real glasses. He was disappointed when the eye doctor told him that he didn't need glasses. Meanwhile, Connor was mischievous during his exam as well as fascinated by a large poster that showed various eye disorders. As we left, he told the doctor that he hopes to never have one of those disorders because "when I die, I want to be able to see in heaven."
Until Tuesday, Rowen did not want to go to ice skating classes any more. The only thing that changed his mind was when he discovered that one of his friends was going to be there too. He then joined his brothers in convincing me that I should sign them up again (it was the start of a new session and we had not planned on continuing the lessons due to time, money, and Rowen's lack of interest). When there, Rowen was initially placed in the lowest level class again, but was thankfully moved up to the next group. Connor also was moved up from the group he initially started with. Once the lesson was over, I asked if Rowen was happy that we signed up again. His eyes got big and he nodded vigorously, exclaiming that he was happy to get put into a new group especially because it had his friend in it who, according to Rowen, "even falls down more than me."