Nora, my dear, we've finally got your bed ready for you when you decide it's time to enter this bright and chilly world. While you're in there becoming a Kung Fu master (seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if you emerged with a ninja mask on), your mother and I are out here getting things as ready as we can for your arrival.
The first blanket you will sleep under in this house was a gift from your Abuela, Marce. It's got three little bears and some balloons and is suitably adorable and infantile. And soft! I don't recall things being so soft in my childhood. Science has really come a long way in the field of fabric softness in my lifetime.
Your first crib ornament is a giraffe that clips onto the side of your crib wall. It was a gift from your great aunt, Marga. There's no doubt that she will be your favorite great aunt, as she seems incapable of curbing her addiction of buying you gifts. I doubt that, later in life, you will be able to recall a visit from her from your childhood when she didn't have a present for you.
Crib giraffe, waiting patiently to make friends with you.
What I love about this particular object is the cleverness of the clipping mechanism. At first glance, I thought it would be velcro, but it turns out to be little magnets sewn snugly in its feet that hold the feet together around the bar. So you can tear it off the bar without damaging anything and you don't have the rough half of a velcro pair to deal with.