But now, I secretly loath it. It's just like carving pumpkins. We all know who's really doing all the work! And I have to tell you, as an adult, it just seems like more of a chore than anything else. Of course, this could have to do with my obsessive need to micro manage things. But in my esteemed opinion, that is neither here, or there.
Imagine how pleasantly surprised I was today when I realized that as the kids have gotten older they don't need us to hover so much. In fact, even though I was dreading the egg dying, the kids did alright on their own. Imagine what can happen when you just let go! The best part? Seeing all their cute little eggs at the end. Almost makes it worth that horrible egg smell you get whenever you open your fridge.
Jason waiting for his egg to turn Electric Blue....
They're all so cute! At the moment, Erin is storing them at her house in the fridge. She'll be making some Deviled Eggs with them tomorrow. Thank God! There's nothing worse than that rotted egg smell. I'm just glad it's in her house and not mine!