Amy was an easy first baby - she trained us well. She didn't cry a lot. We had this blue rattle with a spinner on the end with 0ne side that had a smiley face. All you baby veterans know that babies start smiling around week 4ish.
Once Amy started to smile, that damn rattle smiley face would get her to smile every time! It was a chain reaction - shake rattle to get baby's attention, turn the smiley face so Amy could see it and she would break out her cute smile, which would melt her parents' hearts. Truly.
We doted on her - she was the center of our lives. I couldn't wait to get off work so I could pick her up from the sitter so we could play with her before we put her to bed at 7 PM and could have us time.
The fall she was born soon turned into an early winter - with an early November snowstorm that left behind lots of snow and black ice on the roads. It was cold too. We had to bundle her up in a variety of full length snow suits for her short ride in the car seat to the Wubbens - our sitters house.
Martin Wubben, the skinny nerdy youngest son of Karen and Neil, our sitters was in around 7th grade. By the end of that year, Amy would be yelling "Mart" at the top of her lungs. Their house had its own particular smell, and when Amy got home she smelled like it. Paul and I would say she was "Wubbenized".
We were so excited and proud the first time we took our little punkin to Mason City to the mall to show off our baby in our bitchin' blue stroller. And we were fortunate to run into some people we met in our Lamaze class. Baby on board!
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