Son of a biscuit, the baby tricked us. Our routine presently is Baby goes to sleep at around 9-10pm, and then sleeps until 1am-3am, depending on how cool he wants to be. Because Dan is a saint and refuses to abandon me emotionally (mostly because he is a saint but also, I suspect, because leaving me to my own emotions is a dangerous game), we both sleep in the living room on the couch for the first stretch so that we can fall asleep to stand-up comedy and remember that there is still humor in the world. Then around 1-3am, he can change any diapers, and then we go our separate ways to sleep in actual beds like human beings and not weary college students.
I'm so sorry for her not getting that amazing joke. She has a sad life.