It's Tough Being Two

About three months ago Owen started climbing out of his crib every morning and would come downstairs and say "Good morning mom, I climbed out of my bed all by myself," with a huge grin on his face. We decided it was time for him to sleep in a Big Boy Bed. However, Owen thought that since he now sleeps in a Big Boy Bed, he no longer needed to take naps. Mom didn't feel the same way, and was not ready to give up her few moments of peace and quiet she got in the afternoon. Besides, if his big brother is still happy taking naps shouldn't Owen be too? So now we spend around an hour a day, trying to get him to take a nap. I am now at the point where I lock both of his doors and put a gate on the outside. All this just to make sure the little monster cannot escape (Please do not turn me into Child Protective Services, it is a win win for both of us. He gets the rest he so badly needs and I have my sanity.)
Yesterday I heard him playing up in his room for lets just say quite a while. Finally, when I decided to go up there he had taken all of the clothes out of the hamper and spread them all over the floor. He then he took off his diaper, put on one of Briggs' t-shirt and pj short (twisted, inside out and backwards.) He fell asleep on the floor in his little sumo looking outfit and to top it off had an accident in his shorts. When I went to check on him I just busted up laughing and he started crying... I don't think that is the reaction he wanted from me.