Here's the painting process. (Hannah's in the first picture--she was roped into helping.) Please notice our painting attire. Emma is wearing an old referee shirt of Adam's...just in case she needs to blow the whistle on anything? I, of course, match the paint. Doesn't everyone wear the color they're painting?
I was using a projector to draw a tree on the wall. I started plugging in cords and flipping random switches. Emma picked up the instruction manual. We're a pretty good team. I make sure it moves along, she makes sure it works.
I was using the projector to get the essence, a rough outline, nothing perfect. Emma was aghast. "It's not exact!" she kept declaring.
"I know," I said, "It's OK."
"But we need to do it right."
"Meh," I said.
Emma was home from school, sick that day. She finally said, "I'm going to go take a nap."
Note to self. Emma is more compliant when she's sick. I'll need to remember that when doing things like planning her wedding. Try to infect her with something first.
As time passed, Emma was more on board with my haphazard ways. She kind of has to be.
I am what I am.
I gave up on the projector and just drew the rest of the tree. Emma helped me paint some of the tree (some of the time her friends were over and she left me on my own). Yesterday we finished.
It was fun. At one point, Emma smiled up at me and said, "This is great. I am glad we are doing this." It was pretty great to work together on a project. It turns out in the end we collaborate just fine. (Maybe I won't have to make her sick before planning her wedding.)
Here are some other shots of the room:
A pretty new room for my pretty girl.