Roger Green: a librarian's life, deconstructed.
Tomorrow marks the 250th anniversary of Amadeus’ birth. To paraphrase the great Tom Lehrer, “When Mozart was my age, he had been dead for 17 years.”
Listen to some Mozart tomorrow; it’ll make your brain swell. Or maybe not, but it’ll sound purty.
Note to Gordon: A good lapsed Catholic like yourself may enjoy “The Vatican Rag” on the Lehrer site.
Lydia’s talking up a storm at home. At the house, nose blowing is a struggle, though she’s moderately more co-operative with her hair, All of those listed activities she does at home, notably unzipping her pajamas. But she often wants the paci, and since she pretty much weaned herself only a month ago, we’re not going to sweat it much.
Fortunately, there seems to be more integration between the home Lydia and the day care Lydia. She sings a lot in both places. She clearly understands language, even when she doesn’t speak. She’s using the paci less at home.
Lydia is 22 months old today. We love her, and it appears that the feeling is mutual.
The universal symbol for “I want my paci.”
Some parent, probably the male one, has capitulated.