Poop in Bed...Good Times

So, thankfully, no pics from this story, but it's providential that our most recent disgusting toddler story would happen the day after I reinstated the family blog. Mace used to always get up between 6 and 7am. She goes to bed at 7pm, so we feel this is quite reasonable. She still goes to bed at that time, but in the last week, she's been getting up later and later. She's getting her molars and we figured she must be growing. Plus, she's playing her bed quietly int he morning, so that's cool. If she's not crying...why force yourself out of bed? That's my reasoning. So, it's been more like 7:45 the last week, which has been such a treat.
Well this morning...it's still silent...and it's still silent...and it's still silent. Somehow we've reached 8:45 and IT'S STILL SILENT! So Tim and I look at each other in bed and we're like...she didn't die, did she?!?! Tim creeps in her room, with me right behind him, to check this out.
She's awake. She's silent. She's covered in poop. Yes, my kid, woke up, took off her poopy diaper, played in it, peed on her sheet and MADE NO NOISE!!!!!!!!! That's my kid. Seriously, she loves poop, knew it was bad, so she didn't make a peep! I love that kid. The room reeked and we started the morning with a bath. Took 3 loads of laundry to get all the poopiness removed, but what a gal. At least she didn't eat it this time...that's another story for another day:)