Oh that’s nothing It wasn’t anywhere near his first wirds, but when my son was 2, he dropped some wet cereal on the footrest of his high chair. Then he put his foot in it. Then he said, “Oh great. Jesus Mtherfcking Christ!” I had to ease up on sailor talk after that.
Mama and dada aside (and my parents insist those don’t count, for some reason), my first word was apparently “pickle”. I didn’t even like pickles. But I would wander around the house opening and closing my hand saying “pickle” until someone gave me one. Within a month, it was “pickle please”. Supposedly I would wander around annoying everyone with the repeated phrase until I obtained the precious pickle, which I would promptly toddle off to another room and leave on the floor for the dog. The dog didn’t like pickles either.
My son’s first word was “cake”. There had been quite a few cakes around the time he started talking, which was usually a rare occurrance. But dangit, the boy knew what he wanted and how to get it! 
Cake…he’s definately his mother’s child.
(off-topic, sorry)
Hey there Anaamika. You’ll remember my liking for Indian music? Well, I always liked it, but my liking for it was cemented when I used to skive off in my lunch break to drink beer in the car with a Fijian Indian mate of mine. We’d listen to the Sydney Hindi radio station. I’m still in love with the girl with the sexiest accent in the world on there, but I digress… When that girl and her male colleague (and the callers) were talking, it was rare for anybody to give an entire sentence in either Hindi or English. 90% of the time it was “Hindi Hindi Hindi in my car Hindi Hindi Sydney Hindi Hindi do you think so? Hindi at the shops Hindi Hindi it was very cool. Hindi Hindi I’m going again next week Hindi.”
My first word was bullshit, taught to me by one of my dad’s drinking buddies. Mother was not amused, especially since he had previously taught it to my older sister and I think she was hoping my first word would be a little more G-rated.
My son’s first word was fuck, which he yelled at the top of his lungs in the middle of a crowd of elderly relatives at my grandmother’s visitation.
My daughter’s was kitty, and I was happy, but I don’t think the kitty was; he had a habit of walking by when she was playing on the floor and smacking her over the head, then looking at me as if to say, “Why is this still here?”
My first word was “light” pointing at the bedroom light when my parents turned it on or off.
My friends have a baby who seemed to be saying “hi” only a few months after he was born, but it seems impossible. On the other hand, his eyes are so bright and mature that you wonder.
My brother’s first word at about one was “Gone” My mother can’t remember mine even though we are twins…
My elder son started doing animal noises at about seven months old, and at 11 months old he had his first phrase, “car DARK” (Every time he was put in his carseat at night! It must have happened fairly often but I can’t think why. It was winter then…)
At 16 months we went on holiday to England, and he was speaking really well, loads of two and three word phrases, and I was so proud of him. We went to my friends house to play, and her girl only a month older was playing with my son. We were doing baby puzzles, so when my son completed his, I asked him what it was, and he said “dog!” Then I asked her what hers was, and she looked at me and said, “It’s a fish, Hokkaido Brit.” Then she went into the kitchen, looked up at her father and said, “I would like a chocolate biscuit, Daddy.”
My younger son didn’t talk at all until he was nearly two. His first words were “Mama” “Dada” and “Yada” for my older son. His name does begin with a “Y” sound but “Yada” means “YUK!” in Japanese which the six year old thought utterly hilarious. By three and a few months the younger one still only had about twenty single words, and very rarely used them. He began to speak while we were in England for two months, and so of course all the new words were English. Then we got back to Japan and he went into shock that he couldn’t understand anyone or be understood by them. He refused to speak Japanese AT ALL until he started Kindergarten six months later, at which point it took a term for him to be completely fluent in Japanese.
My niece learned “The wheels on the bus” song at about 18 months old, and since than has called my mother “Nit-Nit” because the grannies on the bus go “knit-knit-knit”! My mother has never knitted anything in her life… My Dad is Papa to all his grandchildren - they all began calling him that one at a time, as soon as they were beginning to talk.
That was my first word too, around six-seven months old. My dad says I learned a few dozen more words before my first birthday, but it was the first word that was the most memorable…and unlike mama and dada you know for sure a kid isn’t just repeating a fun random sound if they’re saying “fuck!” 
Baby learned to speak in a bad bad city. Lawrence Ma, have you heard of it? You have? Yes, your condolences are appreciated.
No kids here but my own first word was “Hi!” And I said it - often. To everyone and anyone; the cashier at the grocery store, next door neighbor, strangers walking down the street. I was quite the amiable sort…
Wonder what happened?
My mother has a baby calendar around somewhere, which has stickers on the dates of all my all my ‘firsts’. First mama, then my first papa, and then a third sticker for my first other word, though I can’t remember what that word was.
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Well today Bella surprised me again by yelling “NOOOO!” when I tried to give her carrots for dinner, and did it again when I tried to keep her from running out the front door tonight.
Now let’s see how long it takes her to put it all together and say “No thank you”.
I love babies who say “Hi!” to everyone. It’s the cutest thing. I always say hi back. And then the baby says hi again, and I say hi back, and that’s about the time I have to stop or I get a funny look from the parents.
I think I remember hearing that my first word was “bread.” I think I may have said “dada” before that.