Heh...when I was little, we'd always want Mom and Dad to wake us up at midnight so we could listen to the radio when the ball dropped.
One year, apparently Mom got me up and I cheered with them and everything and they put me to bed. I didn't recall any of it in the morning - I was *furious* as only a hotheaded six or seven year old could be because they'd rung in the New Year without me. Guess I was sleep walking...
I still don't do late nights very well! Your girls have things rignt. ;-)
LOL!