Devin woke up this morning about 7:15am, and I went in to tell him it's not time to get up yet.  He listened for about 15 minutes, then complained about it for 5 minutes.  Steph and I decided to weather the storm, and this tactic worked.  He was quiet until 8:00am, at which point I arose and retrieved Mr. Man for some breakfast.

While I was getting Devin changed and ready to eat, I heard Maya in her room, talking to her toys and probably saying something about how Daddy needs to come in here and get her up.  After Devin was situated with his morning milk and vitamins, I went in to retrieve The Maya (this is what Devin calls her).  I opened her door, flicked on the light, and was greeted by my child holding her diaper out over the side of the crib, saying, "Maya needs a dry diaper!"

I looked around in the crib, and she had removed her pajama pants and unfastened the diaper all by herself (assuming of course that the manatee, monkey, and Dora didn't help) and luckily there were no, um, solids to be disposed.

I suppose at this point she needs to have a potty in her room and we have to start letting the sides of the crib down.  Or perhaps we need some sort diaper-lock underpants?  Yeah, that's probably better.  The longer we can keep the kids contained overnight, the better, however I would not enjoy waking up to see my child and her bed covered in..."stuff".  I'm going to imagine that my child will enjoy staying clean.  I'm going to chase that dream.