The Power Station
This is what I call my “Power Station”. It’s where I rock the baby to sleep, so he can recharge his batteries.
Let me describe its delightful features:
My second blooming orchid
-The wind chime that is like a mobile he can grab to make noise, which was a wedding gift from my step-mother-in-law
-a lamp that was my great-grandma’s, and was mine during my childhood
-my 13-year-old aloe plant (they aren’t supposed to live that long!)
-a succulent in a rainbow pot: it looks very “Montessori”
-shamrock plants from last year
-a beautiful colorful print that my friend had gone back to Greece just to get. She moved home to California, and she told me she’s loaning it to me until she gets established, but she never asked for it back.
-an Irish and an Italian flag, for those parts of my heritage (they flap in the breeze of the heating vent, and it makes the Christmas lights look like they’re twinkling!)
-and of course, Christmas lights, because when he was a month old, they were how we could soothe him to sleep. It’s still where he falls asleep!
This is the “Heart” of the power station: the wind chime! My son loves to grab one of the butterflies and let go to make the sounds!
This is my diy mobile, made by me and my mother-in-law. It’s made out of ribbon that was my great grandma’s, buttons from my grandma and my mother-in-law, and paper “dancers”, as recommended by the Montessori method.
They’re actually “Kung Fu Fighters” in this house, because my son enjoys touching them with his feet!
On the other end of the TV tray, I have affixed some crystals that make rainbows in the morning.
I’ll get back with you on future projects soon! 💗