Painting 101 for Dummies (or Daddies)

Like most good things in this world, all of which must come to an end at some point.  Whether it be that huge chicken fried steak from Babes Chicken in Roanoke, that wonderful afternoon nap at work (ummm, for those who read this, that work with me, forget you read that one) or that lovely feelin' of that liquidy stuff that falls from the sky (can't remember the name of that stuff since we have been without it for a while).

The office, or plane or dog fight (which can be taken literally or figuratively) room as dubbed by many a' visitor, has seen it's time and must now fade into oblivion.  Fear not for it shall forever remain in our hearts and memories.  Alas the season of baby beckons and with it a signaling for change.

Shannon and I have almost (I say almost cause I couldn't care in the least what color we choose so in reality Shannon is the only 'almost' in this equation) decided upon a color in which to paint the walls.  We have however decided upon a mural which will grace those soon-to-be painted walls which will either delight us as a family or forever haunt the dreams of our bundle of joy.  Which one can only be later decided upon years and years of therapy that are sure to come to rid the baby of any 'Jones' sense of humor or the like which has been the bane of so many spouses who unwittingly marry into the family.

The color is going to be some hue of the color you see here.  Speaking of hues, I have an angrily drafted email for whomever decided to grace the home improvement stores with a bazillion different 'hues' of the same dang color.  Surely it must have been a woman, who after tirelessly pestering her husband to 'move the couch just a tad that way... no a tad that way... no, I think I liked it better over here' decided to express her evility (not a word but go with me people) by lightening and darkening the same color over and over only to achieve minor differences that are completely lost upon this obviously color blind man!

In addition to the color change, what would a baby's room be without some touch of creativity strewn about the walls?  In this case, we've decided upon a tree mural from which the cradle may rock but with a small dose of superglue, I've ensure that no boughs will be breaking so CPS can't be called to the house for us to explain why the baby tumbled (cradle and all) from the tree tops.  I would be remiss if I did not note to you that in addition to the mural, we will be adding real (albeit small) bird houses to hang from the tree limbs and somewhere in there I'll sneak in a few characters from the Peanuts comic strip (like you'd expect them not to show up in the room?).

So, the only real question now is when I'll begin the 'season of change' and forever banish the planes from the baby's room.