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December 13, 2001

I am so cool.

I decided last night at midnight to wait up for Quinn's 1:30 a.m. feeding so that Andy and I wouldn't have to grunt at each other until one of us got up to get her. Do you want to know what time she finally woke up for her 1:30 feeding?

She didn't.

At 3:00 a.m. I staggered into her room, bleary-eyed from looking through Classmates.com for three hours (you can kill a lot of time there if you've attended as many schools as I have). A fresh Family Ties was about to start, and I wanted to feed her while watching something slightly entertaining so I wouldn't pass out on her head. She looked a little startled to be plucked out of bed, but she adaped well.

After eating happily, she immediately passed out. I don't even remember dumping her back in her crib, but I think it was 3:20 when I collapsed into bed.

And then 3:30 when Baxter started barking to go out.

"Oh no!" I bellowed. "You're not going ANYWHERE! Golaydown! Golaydown!" I continued this tirade until I realized that Andy was already downstairs letting him out.

Then...I passed out.

So this morning, Andy handled the 7:30 a.m. feeding, after which he placed Quinn in bed next to me. When I heard her land, I couldn't even open my eyes. I was so tired that they were burning. I wanted desperately to go back to sleep.

I peeked at her.

She was grinning at me--a big ole toothless grin--and batting her eyelashes. When she realized I was awake, she let out a hearty coo.

I closed my eyes again. It was too much. I couldn't even look at her.

But Quinn was in full charm mode. Many, many bubbly coos. Frantic kicking. Arm flapping. Every time I snuck a look, she was smiling and batting those eyelashes. I almost expected her to get up and do a little soft shoe for me.

Finally, she started to fall asleep. After a few more last-ditch chirps, her eyes closed and she was silent.

"Oh, thank GOD." I groaned, closing my eyes gratefully.

I know. Mother of the Year.