The list of things I can do that still create awe in my children is slowly diminishing.
Used to be, the list was endless. I could do all sorts of things that they would watch in wonder – things like:
1. Once I pulled a plug out of the wall and there was a small zap of electricity (old house, don’t get me started) and Blonde saw it and said, “You made FIRE COME OUTTA YOUR HANDS!?” Of course, I answered, “Yes. Bwah hah hah!” and left it at that.
3. Really, that’s all I can think of – but both are pretty cool.
I have been accused of being a cheerful whistler. My husband one morning astutely noticed that I was walking around, whistling while I worked, and announced, “You’re whistling.” He said it in precisely the same tone that I say to him: “You’re snoring.” (Only he didn’t have to thwack me awake to tell me so. Bonus.) I interrupted my cheerful montage by commenting that he was very observant, and proceeded to UP the volume just a bit. That’s marriage.
One time, I was whistling away while in the workroom at church (I was prepping for a Sunday school lesson, so it was SPIRITUAL whistling). I am not gonna lie, my whistling skills are pretty on mark, but this time? My pastor happened to meander through the room just as I melodically trilled the equivalent of a piercing wolf whistle. I then spied him, and he froze in his tracks like a frightened rabbit, but with a bible.
It was an awkward moment.
I decided to cover for it by wolf whistling as a greeting to at least three more people in the church office that day. I think it worked. ‘Course, now no one that works at the church will make eye contact with me, but at least they won’t be hitting me up for helping with vacation bible school or something.
My sons and I have been working out way through the Disney options on our #Netflix – and recently we came across this gem:
Ok, here’s the thing: this movie is adorable. It has a baby bunny in it (no bible though) that has adorable lispyness that makes you want to go out and grab your own baby bunny, pronto. It has a Robin Hood that is dashing and has the perfect British accent that makes you want to either start speaking JUST like him, or at least watch Masterpiece Theater a lot more. It has a Scottish hen lady-in-waiting that has a killer football montage that my boys still try to emulate when they play, WITH THE ACCENT (we’re big into accents around here. We’re from the Midwest. Vanilla voices.)
AND: We got Roger Miller as the crooning Rooster – he narrates the movie for us with his sweet country twang (I know. We have Scots and Brits and now, the South. It’s Disney. Don’t fuss.)
And… he whistles. A WHOLE song. JUST whistling. And it’s a really catchy little number.
My boys were transfixed. What was even better was that I whistled along with the song. Ba jing! Momsie is DA COOOOOOLEST.
I recommend it highly, this cute little movie. And the whistling. Toddlers’ whistling (or attempting to) can be rather wet at first, but it’s cute too.
And some day, their skills might merit me becoming this:
But I do suggest not practicing your warbling skills anywhere near a man of the cloth.
It can be rather problematic.