Of all of the questions I asked my mother growing up, “What was I like as a baby?” was never one of them. As the oldest of four kids, I was the one with the most pictures, the completed baby book, the record of each step, word and blink of the eyelash. But that baby book doesn’t tell me what kind of baby I was. Was I fussy? Happy? Did I smile a lot? Did I like being around other kids? What…