The best part of waking up...

I go to get the twins out of their cribs this morning, and the first words out of my mouth were, "Jonathan, where is your diaper?" Yes, that's right. He had taken off his jammies and taken off his diaper and it took me a few minutes to find it. It turns out he tried to throw it in Troy's crib, but didn't quite make it. Then Troy, apparently mortified by his brother's uncouth behavior, threw a blanket on top of it. But it could have been worse; this diaper was only wet. Jonathan has done this before with a much worse (as in not just wet) diaper. So I'm counting my blessings. And making sure Jonathan is always in a onesie.