Original photo credit: The Windgrove Center, Tasmania, AU.
In celebration of the 100th post, part two in a ten-part series.
You didn’t think that a doting parent could actually resist the magnetic pull of her child’s first words, did you? Which were uttered over the course of the first hundred posts of this digital paean to parenthood? Yup. So (omitting the obvious Mama and Baba, which did come first), here’s a breezy romp through
My child’s first ten words
1. “eyeball,” Feb 3 (not shitting you. eyeball. she was coached by her cousin.)
2. “Buddha” (pronounced bu-bu, but she was pointing to a statue of the big B), Feb 10
3. “light,” Feb 11
4. “Nonnie” (her across the street chum, technically “Norrie” but why split hairs over a few consonants), Feb 16
5. “yogurt” (pronounced yo-yo), Feb 16
6. “knock knock” (while knocking, mind you. though a joke did not follow, I’m very sorry to report), Feb 17
7. “open it” (pronounced op-it, but I swear it was in reference to opening something), Feb 18
8. “goat” (yahoo! I can’t explain why but I love goats!), Feb 19
9. “cookie,” Feb 20
10. “chimes,” Feb 21
There are oh, so many more. Now she’s wandering around the house critiquing disestablishmentarianism. As apple sauce dribbles down her chin. But this was way back then, in the heady days of her SEVENTEENTH MONTH ON EARTH, people. That would be less than one and a half years (I am so glad she is out of the “months” age range and into the “year + months” age range; I never could keep track). Proud? Yeah, youbetcha. Now I understand why that word is so often coupled with “parent.”
[Third list of ten: Crisis/grief support]
My brother’s ONLY word for a long time was eyeball. I’m so happy to know that your little one has the same taste in words (even with cousin-coaching).
Heaven help you when the knock knock jokes start. My son’s go something like this:
R: Knock Knock!
Me: Who’s there?
R: ummm…belly button!
Me: Belly button who?
R: Belly button poonky owie!
This is a much later addition, in light of Alice_H’s note. The knock knock jokes haven’t arrived yet, but the “Why did the [fill in the blank] cross the road?” jokes have. (I write this when the lil’ monkey’s a month shy of 3 years old.) Oh, and there’s a featured subject matter you’ll recognize right away as the star of the toddler’s imagination.
Lil’ Monkey: Mama! Why did the poopy diaper cross the road?
Mama, with a sigh: I don’t know, sweetie. Why did the poopy diaper cross the road?
LM: To get to the other poopy diaper!
Gales of laughter ensue.