I’ve gotten away most years without having to endeavor into the world of Easter egg dyeing. Call me a Grinch; I’m okay with it. I do holidays and festivities with my kids, and I often do them big, but they’re not really my thing. But I wants my kids to love them and have good memories, so I tend to make them count.
This year though, Miss H and Mr. B were insistent on dyeing Easter eggs.
I put it off as long as humanly possible in hopes they’d forget, but alas.
So we spent our morning boiling and dyeing eggs.
Fortunately, I’m super calm and laid back now compared to when they were little tots, so when Sweet M was insistent on joining in on the fun, I didn’t bat an eyelash setting him a place setting to get down to business on.
I figured worst case scenario, he’d dump all the cups of dye onto the table and our $10 yardsale run underneath. Not that I was particularly hoping for that outcome, but it would be manageable and we’d all look like Easter eggs for the next week or so.
Fortunately, it was far easier than that and he did stellar.
He dipped. He crushed. He dipped some more. He partially spilled one little cup of dye, but it didn’t leave his Ooga silicone placemat, so we were living the life of easy peasy clean up.
Mr. B and Miss H drew on eggs with their “magic” crayon to create pictures, and had a blast making a plethora of beautiful eggs.
Sweet M dipped the same two eggs a few more times.
They ended up with some great masterpieces, and one egg I’m going to eat as a morning snack because it won’t last what Sweet M put it through to create such a work of