I signed up Nora and me for a music class a few weeks ago. It's a really expensive music class, as these things go, but Nora needed a thing. Jack has lots of things: school, gymnastics... OK, just school and gymnastics. But when Jack was Nora's age, I could take him to the library's music program for toddlers and he was allowed to participate unencumbered by a four-year-old determined to co-opt his mother's lap and attention. So I signed up for a Saturday morning music class and it's just for the two of us.
We've been to about four classes so far and listened to the accompanying CD many, many, MANY times. She remains absolutely silent during the classes themselves, but I think something is sinking in.
Really. She makes not a peep during class.