December 9, 2002. Monday.
Last night in the wee hours Quinn woke up crying. Well, wailing. I went downstairs and put him back in his bed, but he cried whenever I tried to leave the room. "Want cuddle!" So, I crawled into his bed with him. He was happy for about five minutes. Then he squirmed around a bit, decided I was in his way, gave me a little push, and said "Get your own bed, Mommy!" That time he didn't protest at all when I headed back to my room...