When I went in my daughter's room this morning to get her out of her crib, she looked up at me and said, "Ma-ma-ma?"
It's her first word.
I clearly win the prize for best parent ever, since she said my name first, despite the fact that during her first year of life I have let her:
Eat a Raid-filled millipede,
Pull a heavy stocking holder onto her forehead (she still has a mark),
Choke on a Band-Aid,
Stay in the car while I returned a movie, and
Taste vinegar, horseradish, and pickled ginger.