Starry-Eyed

Beni and I can’t see the end of our noses without implements of corrective vision, and so every morning begins with the where-are-those-darn-glasses game. Olivia has picked up on this ritual because she’s realized that locating eyewear is a precursor to her morning sippycup of chocolate soy milk or episode of Elmo’s World. Recently she’s mimicked her myopic parents by keeping her glasses (seen above) pillowside and scrambling for them upon rousing from sleep.