The Egg and I
posted in Family, Fun Stuff, Holidays and Festivals, OmegaDotter |Or, more properly, the eggs and us. Or we. Or something.
Today was egg-dying day. This year, OmegaDad read the instructions before preparing the dye (as opposed to after), so this year’s pink was…pink. Rather than last year’s watery, pale, washed out color, it was deep and rich and dyed the eggs quickly. Which, of course, suited OmegaDotter just fine, as she is still deeply into the Pink Phase of life.
Note the predominance of pink.
This year’s egg-dying kit was a bug-themed thing with lots of unnecessary plastic objects. OmegaDad had previously purchased a Princess egg-dying kit. I am utterly, thoroughly, completely, absolutely over the Princess Thing. Luckily, OmegaDad showed me his score late at night after the dotter was asleep. I took one look at it over the top of the book I was reading, sighed, and said, succinctly, "No. No more princesses. Let’s find something else." Bless his heart, he found something else last night, just about the only egg-dying kit left in all of suburban Alaska.
The dotter and I set to coloring eggs. Note my dubious expression. (Please do not look at the bags under my eyes.) Note the dotter hamming it up. (Please do not look at the holes in her OMG favorite T-shirt.) (Also note the blue dye around the lips. I have no idea how that happened.)
Some egg-cellent results (with pink):
The bugs were actually quite fun, once I decided to squelch my inner wet-blanket, which was snarling at the obsessive use of petrochemicals and the overpackaging of all U.S. consumer products, and join in the fun of decorating with stickers and plastic and wings and stuff.
The bugs posing:
The bugs at rest around our table centerpiece:
The dotter really wanted to hide the eggs immediately. OmegaDad and I, thinking of the dawg and the cat that comes upstairs, and considering waking up to half-eaten eggs around the house, or considering waking up to an Awful Smell sometime in the future, nixed this idea. We will hide them for her tomorrow, she will find them, then she will hide them for us, and we will be sure to find every last one of them.
The Easter Bunny is set to show up this evening. The dotter has been asking me, multiple times and in multiple ways, if OmegaDad and/or I are/am the Easter Bunny. "S. thinks that it’s the parents!" she informed me. When she asked me if I were the Easter Bunny, I was quite happy to say "no". Not a lie: OmegaDad is the Easter Bunny. He’s also Santa Claus. I am the Tooth Fairy. Anyway, I gave her one more year of ambiguity. Maybe next year The Truth Will Out, but I hope that by that time she is in the frame of mind to love the magic even though it’s her (gasp!) parents doing it…
