Must. Chew. Something.

Yesterday, I set Baby Girl in her rocker for a minute while I was putting some of her clean laundry away, and I turned around to find her attempting to chew on the extra fabric around the belly of her jumper. She literally had it bunched up in her little fist, just trying, trying to fold herself in half so she could munch on it.

For the record, she was unsuccessful.

She just hasn't mastered those yoga-like, let's-fold-ourselves-into-a-pretzel moves.

But she's trying.

And she's precious.

And hilarious.

Unintentionally so, of course.