Opera

Depeneding on who you talk to, I might have either corrupted or given our son a great gift. While he was in the womb, I was listening to lots of opera. We even listened to it in the delivery room. Today at the funeral there was a beautiful operatic singer. We were in the 'Child's prayer room' (which is more appropriately called the sound proof crying baby room). Every time Stanley heard the singer, he would stop nursing and look around and even somewhat try to smile. He was not as enthralled by the entire congregation singing. 

Stanley was an amazingly good little man today. He was quiet for the service/burial and he slept through the two hour luncheon. Too bad little stanley did not get to meet Opa, but Opa would have been proud at how good he was today.