Proud Abba

The Girl is crawling everywhere, trying to figure out how to walk, and showing off her toothy grin. She’s also learned to wave– both with the popular parade-style sweep as well as the more challenging fingers-to-palm move– and she is practicing on anyone who will cast their eye in her direction (and many who don’t). Also, in a demonstration of her familiarity with ancient Hebrew, she has begun calling me ‘Abba’, rather than the more pedestrian ‘Dad’, ‘Daddy’, or ‘Papa’. (Actually, the transliteration of the whole sentence would probably be: ‘babaabba wa-ba wamama babababa; aaahh-aab’.)