Post # 1
I’ll go first.
The first word to come out of my mouth as a baby was “stuck“.
When I was little, even before I could crawl, my mom would place me on a blanket in the middle of the floor. Now, I couldn’t crawl yet, but I sure as heck could wriggle myself around to get to where I wanted to go.
If she walked out of the room for a moment, she would come back to find that I had wriggled my way under the dining room table, or end table, or under a chair or wherever else I ended up. She would always come over to me and say the same thing, “Awwww, Jazzi, are you stuck?” and would come pick me up and put me back on the blanket. She always said the same thing every time.
One day, I managed to wriggle myself under the highchair in the dining room. When my mom came over, before she could ask me her usual question, I looked up at her and said, “stuck”.
That’s my story. What’s yours? 🙂
Post # 3
- Wedding: June 2010 - Indiana Memorial Union
This is my mom’s favorite story about me. If you don’t count mama and dada, I refused to talk. I just grunted for things. So one day I was eating or something and I kept grunting for a napkin. My mom decided she wasn’t going to respond to grunts, I guess, so she ignored me.
At that point I said: May I please have a napkin?
Mom says they all sat there stunned. I was just really lazy about talking!
Post # 4
My parents had two cats that I was in love with so instead of “mama” or “dada” it was “kitty” for me lol. My mom said she used ot get terrified the cats would smother me in my sleep because they were always trying to lay with me in my crib. Both those cats lived until they were about 14!
Another funny fact is that when I was just starting to talk I could say “shampoo” so everything that was in a bottle was “shampoo” to me. My grandfather still bugs me to this day, “can you pass the shampoo?” (meaning the ketchup lol).
Post # 5
LOL, good thread. At 9 months old, my first word was “mikser” – Turkish word for “blender”. Apparantly I knew that’s where my baby food came from. Even then I had my priorities straight :))
Post # 6
Ok so this will sound really bad because none of you know me in real life, and I am really sweet and un-materialistic *I swear*
Anyway, some other baby or someone tried to take my toys away and the first word I said was….
Post # 7
“Mo.” I was trying for Mom, but it took a while.
Post # 8
What a cute thread!
My Dad is a huge Rangers hockey fan so I was always around him and his friends as they watched games over at my house. They celebrated big time with yelling and fist pumping every time the Rangers made a goal, so my first word was:
My poor Mom was not happy…she was really hoping for “Mama” lol
Post # 9
Hahahaha!!! I love these responses!! Keep ’em coming!
Post # 10
My first word was “dada” (does that really count though?)
Like @Ribbons, I wasn’t very talkative when I was little even though I did well with words and picture books and stuff. One of my first whole phrases was (watching “The Muppets Take Manhattan”): “Jesus Christ! the muppet just knocked down a building!” – yup, parents watched what they said in front of me from them on out!
Post # 11
I grew up in Germany, and there’s some disagreement on my first word.
My Dad swears it was “Prost!” which means “Cheers!” in German (My parents loved to go out with friends, and kids are allowed in bars over there, so no suprise on that one!)
My Mom claims it was ‘Motorcycle’, of all things – we were standing on a street corner downtown with me in my stroller, and a really loud bike went by. I pointed at it as it went around the corner and “Modocycle!” came out of my mouth. My Mom and German Grandma just stared at each other, stunned. No one rides a bike in my family, so I’m not quite sure where that came from!
Post # 12
*bump* I want to hear more. These are really cute. 🙂
Post # 13
I think my first word was “ball.” I don’t really know the story though!
Post # 14
and my first real word was bubble. Guess I really liked bubbles… lmao.
Post # 15
I think it was ice cream. I have an older brother and sister, so I’m sure there was a lot of treats around the house.
Post # 16
“Horsey!” My dad brought home a plush Xmas tree ornament in the shape of one, and I guess little me was really excited. 🙂