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Saturday, Feb. 07, 2004 - Dad
As Jack became acquainted with his new world, he spent a good while in his Mamma�s arms. At times he would begin to cry in pain, I believe this was the pain of his head regaining its natural shape. In those times I would pick him up wrap him tightly, and sing the Ballad of Mad John. It didn�t stop the pain, but it took him back to a more familiar place and he was able to relax. Mamma soon learned the song as well. By the next day, the pain was gone and we headed home. We played classical music from the day we brought him home, so that he has never really known life without music. Once he had regained his birth-weight, he really began to thrive. Mamma�s milk was the very best food he could have. He was always fairly alert, even from his earliest hours. I noticed how much attention he was paying to his world and began to teach him a few skills using rhythm and melody. I began doing the grand old duke of york with him from about a week old. He learned to love it very quickly, and to anticipate it at any time that I changed his nappy. All I had to do was tap rhythmically on the change table, and he knew what was coming. He really surprised me. (Of course it is many months before they actually learn cause and effect, however a sense of anticipation seems to be present at a very young age. Rhythm and pattern seem to come to Jack very easily indeed.) In the car, it would be La Traviata, then Heyden, now Beethoven. As he wears a tape out, there is a little consternation as the new one is played and then its off to sleep. He doesn�t much care for his car seat, but anything is bearable with a little music. Misti selects our classical music. So there it began, a love affair between a boy and music.
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