Four kids, two parents, one niece, ten colors of dye in two styles (marbled and plain-old-colored) and 36 eggs.
It’s no wonder I need a nap.
We did it, though. The eggs are done. No one has been permanently colored blue (although Anthony has one pink hand), the carpet is still its original color, and we only lost three eggs to significant cracks, all three courtesy of the adults. Parents and children worked together and had fun, and Abbie and Anthony even managed to work in a nap. It was a great day.
I love coloring eggs. When I was a kid, we used to spend hours drawing on them with white crayons, then decorating the colored products with rub-ons and stickers. My youngest sibling is 26, and my family still gets together to color eggs, although now instead of chicks and rabbits, my obnoxious brothers adorn theirs with logos. We’ve had the playboy bunny egg (the rabbit’s head and bowtie), the 7-UP egg, the stormy egg (gray with lightning jags), a UPS one (in honor of Kenny’s former place of employment), one with a skull and crossbones and the fat kid from South Park. It’s less about coloring, and more about giggling, catching up and waiting for Kevin and Konnon to produce their masterpieces. I think we’ll do “Grandma’s” coloring on Saturday. My kids think one of their uncles should make a Homer Simpson egg.
Kenny’s experience was extremely family un-friendly (as was most of his childhood), so it took almost eight years of marriage to coax him into participating in the family festivities. Honestly, I’m always wary about dying eggs, because I don’t know if he’ll be on board to help out, or if he’ll boycot the whole process. It’s like he forgets that he enjoys the coloring tradition now, so he starts out as a Scrooge and gradually warms to the idea. He’s coming along, though. And it makes me very happy to help him create new, FUN memories with us to replace those old stress-filled, unpleasant ones from his childhood.
It makes a world of difference to have done the eggs four days early, too. It takes some of my fun away from holidays when I have a lot of preparations to take care of on the actual holiday. (I think the biggest reason I hate Halloween is because I always get stressed about carving pumpkins, making dinner, feeding kids and getting them ready to trick-or-treat. Who knew you could carve pumpkins three days early and alleviate a major stress point? I learned that this year. I can’t wait to apply it next year!) So now I’m ready for Easter. Eggs? Check. Baskets? Check. Gifts, candy, Easter clothes? Check, check and check. All that’s left is to drag it up from downstairs, sort it out, and put it in the living room.
The only thing I have left to worry about is what to do with three dozen hard-boiled eggs.