It's Hard Out There for A Baby

This morning instead of waking up to the sounds of Milo singing in his crib, I awoke to "UP! UP! UP!". When I went into his room I discovered that Milo had somehow, during the course of the night, unsnapped his pajama bottoms and removed his diaper. The diaper was now balled up in a corner of his crib. And the crib sheet was, naturally, soaking wet. As was Milo's hair.

He was pretty crabby for a good hour after waking up - I guess if I woke up with pee in my hair I'd be crabby too, although one might think that I would have the good sense to not remove my diaper if I knew I wasn't toilet-trained.