My husband just descended the stairs upon putting our baby to bed with Lithany’s pajamas in hand to report that, and I quote, "I thought you’d like to know that after a week of practice, your daughter is naked." Yes, she is once again asleep and on her way to becoming an ice cube.  No blanket covers either. 

No. She did NOT figure out how to do the old-time safety pin… It’s still fastened.                                                                                  

No.  She did NOT break the zipper tab and unzip them…  It’s still zipped.

She escaped through the neck hole, jamma jams, pin and all are intact.

No joke.

My smug gloating is over. The war wages on.