today ookala learned how to dance, all on her own. when i sing one of the 20th swing songs, she pulls her hands on the level of her chest, and rotates her torso left and right, to the rhythm.

unmistakenly dance, learned all on her own…

too many good photos to choose from, so they all go!

ookala is so smart, she is helping papa at work. she is now standing, even without holding onto anything for a few seconds, crawling with a speed of thunder, and dancing something akin to irish riverdance. she is eating vegetable puree, avocados, kiwi, canned salmon, and papa’s liver. she says papa, mama, bapa and can make the ululating sound like injuns in bad cowboy movies.  right now she is trying to peel of the bubblewrap from the fireplace’s hearth, in an apparent attempt to break her head and upset papa. but mama is always on guard and saves the baby at the last moment.

ookala is clearly a fire worshipper and can watch it for hours. do zoroastrians accept female priests already?

and, she loves to fly