Easter Eggs

The Easter egg dying came as a last minute sort of scramble this year. We decided it was warm enough (not warm, just not deathly cold) to strip down to our underwear and head outside so we ventured to Wal Mart for all of our supplies.

 Bailey is most definitely in the "But I want to help" stage which basically means she demands to do everything or she will throw a fit. 

 Hazel is in the 'I must do everything that Bails does' stage which means she also likes to have a turn or she will throw a fit.

 This basically means that I implement a ton of patience into my life and attempt to shrug off all of the messes. It also means that I let out big sighs quite often, which is now what Bailey does every time something doesn't go her way...

 Hazel enjoys playing innocent and acting surprised when she terrorizes the house. She can say "uh oh," tap her mouth while saying "hhhmmmm" like she is trying to think of what happened, or just simply shrug her shoulders and play dumb; all of which get her off the hook because it usually makes me laugh.

 These two can also be the best of friends, and the worst of enemies (which is pretty much the definition of a sister in the dictionary, right). It is all fine and dandy until there is only one of something that they both need.

 

And then of course somebody must die/scream bloody murder/retaliate until amends are made. And then it immediately goes back to life before anything ever happened. Oh brother.

 The important thing is that the girls had a blast. The eggs got colored. Sam didn't even get the least bit sticky because he watched everything happen from afar and most of the eggs got cracked, but not smashed to smithereens like last year. Hurrah! 

 We won't dwell on the fact that most of our bodies were also blue/pink/red/green/purple for a few days...

 Hazel can splash dye three feet into the air when she plops an egg into a cup...

 And Bailey is definitely the boss...

 Note to self for next year: putting stickers on eggs is almost more fun than actually dying the eggs...

And yet all of the squeals and announcements of what color the egg is now after it has come out of the cup of dye, makes everything so worth it.