Attack of the Pee-Pee Monster

Last night, big Z went to bed like an angel. He was so great, cuddled with me in our rocking chair then snoozed away. Perfect little baby.

Around 10:30pm, I was going to bed and popped into his room to check on him. Every night, I turn off his humidifier and move him to the end of his crib (because he's a creeper, don't you know!). That when I felt the wet. The copious amounts of wet. What the heck???
I grabbed my iTouch because it has a flashlight on it and went in to investigate. That's when I saw that his entire crib was covered in pee. COVERED. So was he. COVERED IN PEE.

I had to wake him up, take off his pjs, change his diaper (that he had managed to wiggle out of...somehow), and his crib sheet. By this time, his dad had gotten in on the action and so had our cat, Squeek. So ya, party in Z's room. Whoot Whoot!!

This is where the downward spiral began. Having learned from past mistakes, I didn't let him leave the room. I tried to let him cry. It was now 11:30pm. An hour had passed and he wasn't going down without a fight!! Afterall, he thought it was party time and we had totally ruined it for him.

I won't give all the details. Suffice it to say that this mom didn't get to bed until well after 1am. Tired doesn't describe it. Especially after those nights of beautiful peaceful sleep.

Fingers are crossed that the pee-pee monster doesn't make a visit tonight and my sleepy monkey will go back to the wonderful pattern we'd previously created:)

But, just for fun and because I was up, here's what a baby looks like after hours of fighting you on the sleeping issue: