Sydney has been teaching herself to whistle. Every so often I'll hear an airy whistle from the other room. It usually takes me a second or two to realize that "hey, that was pretty good."
I like that she keeps practicing and slowly but surely she seems to be getting better at it. Most of the time she just blows air out her (incredibly cute) puckered lips, and there isn't much of a whistle. But every now and again she nails it. She's not "working" at whistling--you couldn't call something that one does with such a spirit of leisurely indifference, work. She's just learning to do something for the pleasure of it, simply because she can. I don't know why she decided she wanted to whistle. She never asked to be taught and never announced that she had a plan. She just started trying.
I love that.
