Good Mawnin'...Again

I went in for our eldest and only critter this morning, and instead found a half-dressed baby where we had left our footed-pajama'd son just hours before. Aaron proudly told me the other day that he had taught Joseph to zip up his "jammers," and we learned this morning that a child who can zip is a child who can unzip. I don't know if this naked night-nights lasted all night long or just happened in the wee hours of the morning, but my guess is the latter. He was squealing pretty loudly and proudly this morning, indicating a feat of some sort.

This new found freedom was apparently quite addictive, too, as it took us much longer than usual to coax him into some sort of clothing. He wouldn't even go for the Thomas PJs, which is a big deal. Finally, the monster truck shirt won out, and now our baby is clothed. Tomorrow it is supposed to snow, so hopefully we can distract him long enough to get a little more clothing on him! One day at a time... Video of proud half-naked baby follows. :)