birds on branches

They fly over where the crib will be.  (Where the crib will be when we get the missing parts and finally put it together…but don’t worry, she’s starting out in a cradle in our room, so there’s no rush on the crib.)  It’s a real forest of a room.  If her room were a highschool dance, it would be called “Midwinter Night’s Dream.”

Thank God her room is not a highschool dance.