Overnight, No! has become the monster's favourite word. Or, more accurately, Noooooooo! has become his favourite word. Said with the saddest, most forlorn voice imaginable.
He's picked up a tonne of other words recently. We counted yesterday, and we've written down 60 words (across 2 languages) that he says fairly frequently. I estimate he actually has about 70, because I keep remembering ones I haven't put in.
He's said a few 2 word sentences in his life, one today, which was "go door" after he saw a door that he wanted to explore. Kinda wish I could have rewarded that by going to the door, but he literally pointed out every door on a building or car for a 20 minute walk, before I had to put him in his stroller (not because he was pointing out doors; he kept trying to wander away).
Also, he apparently hates being tickled. He always used to laugh hysterically at it. Last night, he told me, "tickle no" and pushed my hand away. Obviously I respect that, but it kinda bums me out, 'cause his neck and ribs are just so tickleable. He tickles me, though, oddly. Well, he rubs/hits/pinches/slobbers on/headbutts my back while announcing loudly that he's tickling me. In fact, he is doing this right now, and it's making typing kinda hard.
I was going to leave this as it was, but the monster just said his first 3 word sentence! "Dog go google." Meaning that he wants to look at image search results of dogs, of course. Because why wouldn't a 17 month old know what google is?