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Quinn “Baby Q”

I'm Quinn. Baby Q, for short. I was named after the family dog (who's a girl to make matters worse!) and you can bet I will be suing when I can afford a proper alligator -- or is it litigator? I was plopped into this world from a drug-free belly into a pool of home birth water. From my goopy gaze I saw something called a doula that kept yelling at my yuppie-turned-hippie-turned-yuppie-again mom to get off her cell phone and embrace her sweet child. My dad nearly fainted at the sight of his glorious new son, but thankfully held it together since he was holding the latest and greatest digital cam in one hand and an all-natural, organic steel-cut oat and granola bar in the other. Not sure which he would have missed more! I'm just happy he cut the right cord, if you know what I mean.

This only child is growing up in a granola-lovin' world complete with breast milk over "evil chemicals," locally grown veggies for homemade purees and organic cotton dipes and onesies up the wazoo -- literally. I like my cuddles on the hour and have no qualms about pooping to get my way. It seems to be the only language these parent creatures respond quickly to. Just so you know, organic poo smells the worst.