Wednesday evening Steven was wandering around the house playing with Legos and balls - generally staying busy and happy. Something triggered in my mind - something that I realized I'd heard a lot lately from him but it just hadn't clicked. Steven has started whistling! Not just blowing whistle sounds, but actually whistling notes. No real songs or anything, but it's still a neat sound.
The neatest thing about it is that it brings another memory to my mind. My dad and grandpa are whistlers. I remember both of them whistling as they worked, as they walked around the house, as they did whatever. They just whistled - still do. Steven is so much like Doug that I don't often notices things from my side of the family in him, but this is definitely something that does make me think of the men of my family. Genetics are a neat thing!