Months ago, Rowan went through a brief phase where he would say "Haaaaah" and sort of wave his arm in the air. It was usually a greeting in the morning from his crib, so it seems to safe to say that "Hi" was his first word.
Coming in at number 2, there's "Ffffff." This does not mean "Fiona." Like every other infant, Rowan loves ceiling fans. There's one in his room that he gazes at a lot. On Thursday, I picked him up from his crib and he threw his head back to look at the fan, which was on high speed (we went from cold and rainy to hot and humid. Just can't win). I pointed and said, "Fan. Can you say fan?" Lo and behold, he said, "Ffffff." I said, "Yes! Fan!" So he said it again and giggled. Now whenever we go into his room he looks up and says, "Fffff."
Bittersweet, and I hesitate to say it's a real word, but let's just say the syllable "ma" is coming out, on repeat. Rowan only ever says it when he's in distress. But he's gotten to the point where he consistently says it in distress. "Mamamamamamama," he'll cry. Argh. Like I said, bittersweet.