Yesterday the kiddos dyed Easter eggs. We had an egg-cellent time.
I was excited and proud of myself for squeezing both kids into tiny Easter pajamas for the third year in a row. Although in hindsight, it would have made more sense for Thomas to have dyed his eggs naked. Outside.
The egg dyeing kit came with an odd number of dye tablets so naturally there was an argument over who got the extra color. Thomas settled the argument by eating the orange tablet. So there, problem solved. I keep thinking we’re past this stage, but nope, everything still goes in his mouth.
Once I was calmed down from frantically Googling “what happens when you eat an Easter egg dye tablet” we got started. It was absolutely adorable watching their little faces as the tablets fizzed in the vinegar.
Is there anything more frustrating than using the egg dipper?! Totally useless in my opinion. However, I forgot to pull out the whisk hack from last year and was seriously amazed and impressed watching Caroline daintily removing her eggs from the cups…with the egg dipper!! Girlfriend has skills. Meanwhile, Thomas went the simple route and used his hands. Like, his whole hand, not just the fingers.
And now we’ll be eating colored hard-boiled eggs all week…
Happy Holy Week, y’all!