In the past I have gone all Martha on my Easter Egg decorating. Some methods have worked well. Some... not so much.
This year I decided to scale back. Actually, I was just lazy. Pregnant, swollen, water-retaining lazy. We went with old $1-pack-from-the-Wal-Mart-and-whatever-we-could-find-around-the-house method.
You know what? I think it worked out just fine.
The boys had fun. (And made a huge mess.)
And some of the eggs even turned out pretty cool. It's amazing what a few rubber bands, pieces of tape, and stickers can do.
There's something I love about the vibrant colors of dyed Easter Eggs. Don't give me those mellow, pale, naturally-dyed eggs - I want the bright unnatural hues I grew up with.
Done and done.
Now we just have to get ready for the Easter Bunny's visit. Remember? He comes to our house on Saturday mornings because we're cool like that. (You could be cool like that, too, you know.)
I'd love to fill the eggs, hide them, get the baskets out, and then fall into bed. Because momma is tired.
But the boys are roaring and awake, extra-hyper with Bunny-excitement. And Lance and his friend Tad are building computers in the office. And my living room is a disaster area that I don't want to clean up by myself because that would require a lot of bending. And bending is just something I try to avoid at all costs lately.
Martha might have a crazy busy life what with her shows and websites and magazines and all. But sometimes I think being the Easter Bunny and a mom is even harder.
This year I decided to scale back. Actually, I was just lazy. Pregnant, swollen, water-retaining lazy. We went with old $1-pack-from-the-Wal-Mart-and-whatever-we-could-find-around-the-house method.
You know what? I think it worked out just fine.
The boys had fun. (And made a huge mess.)
And some of the eggs even turned out pretty cool. It's amazing what a few rubber bands, pieces of tape, and stickers can do.
There's something I love about the vibrant colors of dyed Easter Eggs. Don't give me those mellow, pale, naturally-dyed eggs - I want the bright unnatural hues I grew up with.
Done and done.
Now we just have to get ready for the Easter Bunny's visit. Remember? He comes to our house on Saturday mornings because we're cool like that. (You could be cool like that, too, you know.)
I'd love to fill the eggs, hide them, get the baskets out, and then fall into bed. Because momma is tired.
But the boys are roaring and awake, extra-hyper with Bunny-excitement. And Lance and his friend Tad are building computers in the office. And my living room is a disaster area that I don't want to clean up by myself because that would require a lot of bending. And bending is just something I try to avoid at all costs lately.
Martha might have a crazy busy life what with her shows and websites and magazines and all. But sometimes I think being the Easter Bunny and a mom is even harder.
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