Yesterday morning, Claira walked around the house in search of Jason. She'd scrunch her shoulders up, hold out her hands, and ask me, "Da-da?" I'd tell her he's at work to which she'd respond, "Oh!" and go about her merry way, playing for a few minutes before she started her search all over again.
Today, I'm currently sitting in the living room with the laptop, and Claira keeps walking by, waving to me, and saying, "Hi, bebe!" then running away in a fit of giggles. She's definitely developing her own little sense of humor.