Another rough day

Ella's feeling pretty bad, as evidenced by her many mood swings throughout the day. I was on the phone with Jenny, now 38 weeks and two days preggers with Chance and Grace Elizabeth (kidding about the Elizabeth but I'm a bit partial,) and Ella finally got quiet in her crib. I snuck in to see if she was breathing. I'm a bit OCD that way. This is how I found her. Her diaper had just been changed and I hadn't fastened her onesie. It was warm so her pants were off. She had removed her sock a few minutes before with her mouth. She's started chewing on her toes and if they're clad in socks that doesn't seem to be a problem. She usually just pulls them off with her gums and two teeth (the socks not the toes.)