Whistler's Mom

Every parent can come up with a few milestones that they wonder why they celebrated. I remember when the Early Intervention people came to our house and taught my daughters how to climb on the couch. My daughters were delighted. The EI specialists were delighted to see how quickly the girls picked up on this activity. I was not that happy. I knew what was coming. From that point on, my daughters were no longer content to be on the floor. Every waking minute needed to be spent on the couch. Unfortunately, they didn't understand the laws of gravity and often came tumbling onto the floor. Many days Hubby and I would simply take the cushions off the couch, or position them so our little monkeys couldn't climb aboard.
The latest milestone that's driving me crazy? Whistling. For the longest time, whenever my daughters would call one of our cats they would shout his name and then make a high-pitched "hoo hoo" sound. What in the world? It took me awhile to realize they thought they were whistling. Thinking it would be less annoying to hear actual whistling I set out to teach them how to whistle. Big mistake.
In the beginning they would pucker up and say "hoo hoo." Then I showed them how to pucker and blow, yet they insisted on just doing the "hoo hoo" noise. And then... Sue Sue figured out how to whistle. Now that's all she does. She whistles at the breakfast table. She whistles in the car on the way to school. She whistles on the way upstairs to get ready for bed. She whistles in bed as soon as she wakes up. Cakes is picking up on whistling, too. She blows out... no noise. She sucks in... a whistle. So from her I hear "woosh... whistle." Tortilla and Roo don't want to be left out so they still do the "hoo hoo" thing. I've decided that the next thing I teach them will be the "who can be quiet the longest?" game!
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