music

Gabriel has a musical mobile over his crib. It plays jingles by Mozart, Beethoven, Bach while these googly eyed neon animals twirl overhead. This device has saved my sanity as Gabriel has been entranced by it daily since he was two months old. Its secondary purpose has been revealed over time. I've remarked for a couple months that I usually have to change him after he's been looking at the mobile. Almost without fail, I lay him down and turn it on, and then the real music starts. I had hoped that these little tinkly tunes would somehow imprint a love of classical music for life. Instead, I fear he will associate Mozart with having to crap. Oh well. I suppose that's useful too.