Daddy and Me

Anya LOVES her dad. No one can make her laugh harder than her father. Several weeks ago she started saying Dad, and Da (although she has no idea what it means . . . I think). I wish I would have captured the following interaction on video:

Anya: Dada da dad dada
John: Mama, ma ma ma, mama (Anya at the very mention of this laughs hysterically)
Anya: Dada, da da da . . . .
John: (tries again) Mama, ma ma ma (Anya laughs hysterically again and continues saying Dada)

Here are a few pictures of Anya and her dad:

Kisses from Daddy.

Having a moment of silence at Ellis Island and rubbing it in that she got her USA citizenship so much easier than her father, but probably not cheaper.

Anya loves to splash her dad in the pool.

Anya likes watching sports with her dad and giving her opinion on those controversial calls.

Anya likes to hike with her Dad, here they are at the top of Stone Mountain.

Snuggling and hugging on the bed (yes that is a Santa pillowcase--it's my favorite and I use it all year)