I'd hate to sound callous in today's environment of hypersensitive parents, but I say: Set your own schedule! Do whatever you want and take the baby with you as a passenger. It doesn't matter what you do since he's not going to remember it anyway.
Now before anyone decries me for being an idiot who doesn't know what I'm talking about because I don't have kids, I want you to think back and try to remember what the world was like before you were two years old. Me? I really don't remember anything before I was three. My parents didn't bombard me with Mozart and toys and special classes and I think I turned out okay. Heck, I'm pretty sure I discovered classical music by myself as my parents prefered to listen to Chinese soft rock. And I was the one who asked for a microscope and robotic kits. My parents never bought or suggested them for me in order to steer my interests in one particular path.
When I was a baby, my parents dragged me off to a lot of exotic locales all over Europe and Asia. It's a pity that I don't remember any of it, but that is the point, I don't. Perhaps things happening in our infancy may subconsciously shape our personalities (perhaps all that traveling I did contributed to my continual wanderlust) but it is not the end all of who we are. Too many people are hung up on the "blank slate" idea--that whatever happens in the first few years will be permanently etched in our psyches and determine our fate.
Unfortunately, they have forgotten the one thing that makes us human and not a duck who thinks the first thing it sees is its mother. We are adaptable in any age and in any condition. Maybe it's the fad now to play Mozart to babies in hopes of turning them into geniuses, but who's to say that there won't be any geniuses from parents who play Rage Against the Machine or the Backstreet Boys or even Yanni?
