Baby Mozart

Took A to visit K, a classical music buff. While we were visiting, K played some baroque trumpet music. A few bars into the piece, A piped up, "That's the rondeau [from Masterpiece Theatre]!" It wasn't; it was a movement preceding a rondeau from a different piece. Never-the-less, K was startled in a way that was gratifying and said, "Well, yes; it does sound like the rondeau."

I think we're entering the Terrible Twos; A wants to do things his way and gets temperamental when we don't. I can never quite tell if he's really upset, or if he's trying out whining and crying. About five or ten seconds into his tantrums, he'll pause, and it's almost like he's breaking character. Half the time he'll start laughing and he'll say, "What's that about?" I'll usually ask him if he's a Master Thespian at that point and he'll say, "yeah."

Thank goodness the weather is getting nicer and it's easier to go outside; I think boredom and restlessness (and tiredness) have a great deal to with his moods.