
It's so hard to count the "first" with stuff like this. She's beeing good at getting the right hard consenant for each family member when we enter a room, like "Dadadada!" for Jeremy (or "Diediediedie" as well) and "Bababababa!" for Ernie (Brother) and "Mamamamama!" for me. On Mother's Day my mom was holding her when she was plain worn out and she gave me an angry "get me!" look and shouted "MAH!" But I know beyond a doubt that earlier this week she said her first real word.
We were staying with Aunt Cathie in Minneapolis after the IRL and she had just woken up and was sitting on my lap playing with my shirt. Jeremy walked in to grab Ernie's clothes for the day, and she gave him a huge smile. He smiled back and said "Morning, Sweetheart!" or something like that. Then he left to dress Ern and she pointed her finger toward the door, looked me right in the eye, and said "D-ah-D." She hadn't been chattering or talking at all before of after, it was all about identifying a word with her favorite person.
Of course I melted into a puddle, but not before confirming to her that, yes, that was her Dad. I wish Jeremy could have heard it, but then, of course, it wouldn't have been the same.