Yup....everyday when I go to work. Wednesday was the first day that I came home and found her out of the playpen. When I opened my bedroom door, she was on the floor next to my bed laying on top of some sweaters. I held my breath and slowly looked around the room, expecting to find a pile o' shiite or see something tore up, but there was nothing. Now I leave the door open and gate off the hallway just outside my room so she can see what's going on in the rest of the joint and she's fine....her legs are crossed when I get home, but that's about it. She still has an accident here or there when I don't pay attention, but hasn't really since she started going to the door to get out.