Here's what happens when you are blessed with an incredibly cute daughter, was at one time an art major, are cocky enough to think you can immediately master whatever medium comes across your path, and create your artwork in the very wee hours between bottle feedings (of Ava's newly arrived sister.)  This pains me to look at it, as it would anyone familiar with the way Ava really looks, but that little masochistic voice inside me insisted on publishing this... I guess the good news is that I've apparently evolved to the point of losing any pride in my work.