A Tree Grows in Ava Leigh's Room

With things finally moving in a progressive direction involving baby preparations, Daddy took a little time to wax creative upon the freshly painted walls of the nursery this weekend....

 

 

 

 

...and with a steady hand, gave root to a tree that will bloom blossoms that blow across the wall above her crib. 

 

He keeps reiterating that he's forgotten more than he remembers about how he learned to paint in high school.  Well, he must've forgotten an encyclopedia's worth, because he amazes me with a paintbrush after neglecting his art for thirteen years.  Did I mention that he was painting that pin-precise tree with runny ol' wall color?  Inconceivable!

 

I love living with him.  He constantly surprises me.  I never know what trick he's going to pull out of his hat next. 

 

(Not that he wears hats.  They just don't look quite right on him. He's very Cary Grant that way.)

 

 

Dapper, yet somehow askew....

 

For example, did you know that he can sculpt?

And deliver baby animals?

And that he knows the name of every plant in the garden center without looking at the label?

And talk anyone into buying pretty much anything?

(That's what he was doing when we met.)

 

Just to add to the resume, he came home from the fall festival at church this Halloween and demonstrated his new skill of making balloon animals. 

 

Coolest.  Daddy.  Ever.