Just like the infomercials you hate, there is more! Read my previous post, from around 2:30 this afternoon, just so you get the whole story.
Immediately after pressing "publish post," I checked on them again to find out what the ruckus was about. Sometimes, it's poo, like earlier. Sometimes, a lovie or teddy bear has been dropped (which is both funny and annoying now that could safely get out, but won't). Sometimes, N has flipped himself, the bedrail, and the crib-sized mattress onto himself and is stuck underneath. (Yes, really.) Sometimes, it's nothing at all but wanting "a dwinka wadda" or a hug from Mommy or Daddy.
"If you call now, we'll DOUBLE your order!"
N not only had his pants off, he HAD HIS DIAPER OFF! You're not shocked because I said he'd been trying earlier, right? Well, he'd tossed out the stuffed animals, pillow, blanket, diaper, and pants and was sitting in the middle of his FRESH sheets COMPLETELY SOAKED.
He took off his diaper so he could pee in his bed.
We were past the point of no return.
I can't make this stuff up, people.