as a kid, i loved dying easter eggs with my mom and sisters, and we have plenty of home videos to prove it. my favorite video is of six-year-old me telling my four-year-old sister that her eggs hadn't been in the dye long enough. i told her to make sure her eggs were nice and bright before removing them from the dye and placing them—gently! slowly!—back into the egg carton to dry. when she'd remove her eggs from the cups of brightly colored vinegar (after they'd been soaking long enough, according to me), i'd snatch them from her little hands and put them in the egg carton myself. i was such an annoying (yet very cool) big sister!
this year i was excited to dye eggs with evie, but i promised myself not to boss her around like i did my sister so many years ago. i let evie do her thing while i snapped photos. (a huge thank you to my mother-in-law for all her help! she played with maddox and made sure evie didn't drink the cups of vinegar, among other things. evie thought the vinegar smelled yummy. weird kid.) the little munchkin did great—we ended up with just one cracked egg.
happy easter, friends!
^^maddox doesn't get what all the fuss is about. they're just eggs.^^