Such a tough job, but my mom was willing to make the sacrifice.
Big really got into it this year. Last year he stayed focused for about 10 minutes before he decided dyeing eggs is a bore and wandered off. This year he enjoyed himself so much that he even commandeered a few extra eggs from his siblings so he'd have more to dye. And, yes, Big needs a haircut.
Auntie Art patiently helped the two boys, so I got to just do my thing. So fun and relaxing. (Isn't her pregnant-with-twins belly cute?)
I think dyeing eggs is such a great way to learn patience. It takes time to dye eggs to perfection. Good job being patient, Bud.
The girls got in on the action, too.
No eggs were damaged during the dyeing process, of course. Or if there were any, the evidence just may have been destroyed.
Besides the suspected demise of a few eggs, the only mishap was when Big spilled a huge cup of water in Auntie Art's lap. Thank goodness Bud was able to help her remedy the situation.
The afternoon was a whole lot of fun.
Now, time for some deviled eggs!