We have an excellent tradition. Every spring, the night before Easter, my brother and sister-in-law come to the house to color eggs. This tradition started when Rebekah was about three years old (the same time we returned from living in Oklahoma). At the time our egg coloring was a simple enough affair. Some cups with vinegar and dye, along with some eggs. But, as with anything you do every year with my hilariously absurd family, the egg coloring became more complicated and more messy.
Tye-die, sponge-stamp, markers, wax, “egg slides” that roll the eggs into liquid dye, spinner contraptions that spin the eggs and the color… the ideas go on and on. We add at least one new thing to our egg coloring repertoire each year. I can’t promise the eggs are perfect, but the process is too fun to worry too much about the end result.
This year, my niece was old enough to join the adventure. She added quite a bit of flare to our egg coloring by attempting to EAT the hard boiled eggs (shell and all) after they’d been colored. She very much enjoyed the process and we found that it truly took all six of us to ensure little Ms K was not putting shells in her mouth at any given point in the night.
It was fun though. And I can’t wait to see what we come up with next year!