Ok, so usually I hate painting onesies at baby showers. Mostly because I was a kid who cried in art class because the things I painted/drew bore absolutely no resemblance to the masterpieces I had created in my mind and the perfectionist in me could not accept that I wasn't able to manifest my vision.
Seriously, I can pretty much handle stick figures, hearts, anarchy symbols and those three dimensional boxes where you draw two squares and connect them.
Today, two game changers:
1. Making it competitive
I won!!! Presenting biracial baby Christmas realness à la Jenkins. A long-frustrated part of my soul is now at peace.