My Space Is An Aviary

Mom has been sprucing up the blank walls above my bed, most recently by nailing up madrona branches and perching paper birds on them. The yellow bird hangs from the ceiling on a thread and if I blow just right, I can make it spin around.

She told me she did lots of origami as a kid, and these birds, in a rainbow of colors, were put in an envelope and forgotten until she had me. I really like looking up and seeing them.
Another recent addition is a mobile of items that Mom's friends brought to her baby shower. These are people who didn't even know me yet, but look what cool things they gave to me! From left to right, there's a paper butterfly, a seashell, another of Mom's origami birds, a brooch with a jewel set in it, a chipmunk asleep in a walnut shell, a colorful heart, a dreamcatcher, and (behind that), a fairy made of beads.

Mom told me she didn't put together the mobile until just now because when I was littler, I couldn't focus on such tiny objects. I wanted to look at black and white circles and lines. Whatever -- I know the real reason: she's not had any time. (Boy, I hear that one a lot. But I know it's true.)
I know I don't look in this picture as though I'm happy with my new decor, but really I am!