Warning: About a million pictures below.
I had way too many bantam eggs, so we decided to dye those for Easter.
They are like mini eggs. Everything mini is more fun, because mini things are cute, right? Plus they are the perfect size for little hands to grip.
I saw this idea on Pinterest to use a muffin tin to dye eggs. Well that one deserves a negative rating.
Two seconds after this picture was taken Ada flipped the muffin tin over, mixing and spilling all of the colors.
Thankfully I had the common sense (and nice weather) to do this outdoors.
I never thought I’d say this, but thank goodness we live 5 minutes from Walmart.
Tyler went to buy more egg dye and I occupied them with the wax crayon.
Ada was frustrated because she thought the crayon wasn’t working. Poor toddler brains, they do not compute the purpose of invisible wax crayons.
Curious and curiouser…
“Hi. When I’m not screaming I’m really cute.”
Rosie discovered the egg dye came with glitter.
She was so excited she kissed the glitter package repeatedly.
The glitter was like a happy drug.
Except then I distracted them away from the glitter before we even opened the package.
Because you know what? I hate glitter.
Oooh, buzz kill.
The last time I unleashed that sparkly crap in my home I found it every where for like a week.
Including in my eyebrows, and a piece in between my teeth one day.
Yeah. Glittered eggs? No. Just…sorry but no.
We had lots of bright colored dye for distraction, so all was well.
See? Dye on her finger. Oh my.
Uh, yeah…I really don’t know what was going on here.
Ada’s chipped front tooth makes me sad, but I’ve realized now it also matches her personality.
Upon being told she cannot splash in the dye:
Can you believe this one is almost six? SIX!
Back to happy again. Nearly two, such a fun age.
I have no explanation for this.
Thankfully an airplane flew past to offer a much needed distraction before the spoon attack went any further.
I really love toddlers. No sarcasm.
Showing off some of her eggs!
“My eggs say it CHEESE toooo!”
Oh my gosh I made these eggs change colors!
Intermission: Rosie instructed me to photograph her strawberries.
Daddy returned with more dye and spill proof bowls, which actually worked very well.
Ada said, “Huh? This?”
Ada was allowed to use the remaining muffin tin dyes.
She was quite thrilled.
Mini-eggs are really cool. At least I think so.
What the heck are these egg traps you bought Dad?
She kept wanting to re-dye the eggs as other colors. This ended up being a teal egg.
She whipped that spoon back out from where ever she hid it and used it to remove her egg somehow.
Martha Stewart perfect eggs? Nope. Naturally died eggs? No again.
(Note the article in the newspaper at the bottom of the picture. Talk about perpetuating stereotypes! I have good teeth, thank you very much.)
Speaking of doctor exams, Ada had an eye exam today.
She did so well! She didn’t cry at all, but she also refused to speak. She just bashfully grinned.
The eye doctor said she has good vision right now, but it looks like she’ll likely need glasses as she gets bigger. This was based on the shape of her cornea.
If all seems well I don’t have to bring her back until she’s four. Apparently there’s a major growth spurt around age four that usually results in eye sight change for some kids.
Will all my kids need glasses? Stupid husband and his apparently dominant blindness gene.
Oh well. I still think they’re cute, husband included.
Tomorrow I’ll post the pictures from Easter day. I also have some super adorable pictures of Duck Face Amos to share later!