Our free concert

During the last few nights, instead of actually crying when they are hungry, the girls will start this high-pitched yowling that Paul says sounds like a sick cat. One of the girls will start out their little song with a slight cry, then end it with a scream or a yowl; the other girl will either listen or answer with a noise of her own. It's like a surround-sound concert of echoes going on in their room, and when I go in there to get the girls up to eat, they just grin at me and think it's really funny. I think they have figured out they have a voice and can make noises, but I'm not as excited as they are about their free "concert" at 4:15am. I guess this is only the beginning, so I better get used to it!