First word: “Daddy”
First phrase: “Daddy work”
First sentance: “Daddy work hard.”
That’s what it says in my baby book.
Mine was ‘car’. I think I was referring to our old Nash Rambler, God help me.
Baby Kate’s first word was ‘dog’ referring to our Greyhounds.
And my kid sister’s was the best of all (she’s 19 now)…
In a perfection of American society her first word was…
‘More’.
God, I love that.
Mine’s the same as fizgig’s: “hot.” Also said while pointing to or looking at the stove.
Hey! You and my lil’ guy both. 
As for me, according to my sainted mother I was sitting in my highchair one morning and eating my cereal. A bit too much pressure on the edge of the bowl and cheerios went flying everywhere. In true bella-family tradition, I screwed up my face and hollered
“SHIT!”
And people wonder where my potty mouth comes from…
bella
I’m surprised I’m the first to list this:
“no!”
“fuck”
Mom and Dad were the managers of an intercity fastfood place, where the customers used the word frequently, and they often brought baby Elfie in with them. So they explain it. 
They were ever so glad that of the 50 or so other words I’d picked up by my first birthday none of them were also swears.
My parents originally claimed that “radio” was my first word, which would make perfect sense…my dad worked in radio for a long time and he loved his job.
But they seem to be claiming now that my first word was something like “mom”. So I’ll leave everyone else to decide. Personally, I prefer to think I said “radio”.
My first word was a first sentance. I was walking well before I was saying anything. The adults got stuborn and tried to goad me into talking. One day when I was trying to get past my grampa’s recliner and making frustrated noises, he said “you have to say ‘move feets, please’.”
Totally fed up with this whole adults and rules thing, I threw my hands up and stalked off in the opposite direction, yelling “Move feets, wash hands, cake a baf, God!” in a disgusted voice.
Like fizgig, my first word was “hot.” We had a woodstove.
My little sister’s first word was “bock,” as in the sound a chicken makes. Middle sis and I used to sing her the bock song, to the tune of “Anything Goes,” which was a commercial for eggs at the time (roughly 1987). One day she started saying “bock, bock” right back at us.
My first word was “Batman!!!”
I am not Eats_Crayons’s cousin.