This year we dyed two dozen brown eggs.
I pulled the egg containers from the fridge as Addi practically ripped them from my hands, eager to see the eggs that will become her prize creations, she squealed…
Addi: MOM!!! Why did you get chicken eggs? We can’t dye CHICKEN EGGS!!
Me: You mean because these eggs are brown?
Addi: YES!
Me: Honey, what do you think the white eggs are?
after seconds of confused silence …
Addi: Well, I don’t know.
She was skeptical with the brown chicken eggs, but she decided to trust me and dye them anyway. Addi is an egg dying pro! She explained every step to Landon so he would learn the proper way.
The first year she dyed Easter eggs we were living in Salt Lake City and Addi was 17 months old. It was Great-Aunt Moni’s turn to pass on to Addi her egg dying expertise. Addi learned the art from the very best. Addi loved it then too!
She thought it was totally fun!
Eating the eggs however, not too impressed!
And now she’s five! Doing it all on her own.
Landon enjoyed getting the eggs ready by sucking on them before slam dunking them into the dye cups. The dye water splashed all over and his eggs cracked.
He could hardly stand to let them sit in the cup while Addi counted to 30. After 30, they are ready.
He was SO egg-cited once he pulled the egg out of it’s cup …. but …. ewwww…. it was wet and slimy. He does not like his hands to be messy.
Nope! You get it sister!
As we were finishing up the last few eggs, some friends stopped by.
Naturally speckled and the color turns out deeper, more organic, natural looking. I loved them.
Mama’s Easter Basket full of the kid’s beautiful eggs.
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