opika!

Tim and I are so entertained these days as our 13-month old is beginning to say some words.

Maia has clearly been on a mission to master the names of all the males in her life. First came "ampa" (for Grampa), then "dada", then "opa" (my dad), then "puppy" (which most often comes out as either "puppa" or "uppa").

Where it may seem logical to some to make her next mission naming the females in her life (like perhaps the woman who meets all of her needs during most of her waking hours?!), it seems more logical to Maia to move on to... marine life.

Her current favourite word is... "opika". Yes, "opika". She adores the toy octopus given to her by her Auntie Yolanda.

One of my favourite moments this week happened as we were making our way around the house and naming people in the family photos on the walls. We pointed on Opa and she said "Opa". I showed her Oma and she said "hi". We looked at daddy and she repeated "dada".

"Who's this?", I asked as I pointed to myself.

"Opika!"

Nice.