This afternoon was particularly bad; after he had finally settled I went upstairs to check on him. He had torn apart his room with everything inside strewn about the floor... including his diaper and clothes. He was half on the floor and half on the mattress with his exposed backside facing the door.
Clothing removal in protest of naptime
For all of our sanity we hope this poor sleep phase passes quickly. But, while it lasts, we'll try to enjoy the humorous parts of it.