color me happy.

I love dying eggs. Something about blue-stained fingers and the smell of vinegar really gets me in the Easter spirit. P shares my love for dying eggs. And my husband? Not so much. He wanted no part of our little egg dying party. So P and I went at it alone. And we had a lot of fun. I didn't get too many pictures during the dying process because I definitely do not want a rainbow-colored Nikon.

P dyed at least a dozen eggs all by himself. And he was so proud.


If anyone knows the secret to perfectly dyed eggs, please let me know. Ours never turn out too pretty. I'm not too worried about it right now because P is two, and he could care less. But in a couple of years, I am sure P will want our eggs to turn out looking nice, rather than all mottled and splotchy. Plus, his mama is a bit of an overachiever. Any secrets to your success?

I tried making the eggs look better by displaying them in these cute little egg cups I got at Walgreens. It may have helped. A little.



And I used some leftover moss stuff to make a makeshift nest.


Our egg dying party was a lot of fun. Maybe next year the hubby will participate.