Three has been a fun age. A trying, patience-testing age, but a fun age. Annabel is so easy to please – she gets such a kick out of the simplest things, it’s a good reminder for me that she doesn’t need crazy toys and doodads to have fun. I’m especially enjoying doing things with her that I did as a kid. It’s fun to read her my favorite books, or do the holiday traditions I grew up with. The best part is that she thinks it’s fun, too.
Even though my distaste for things sticky and messy is well-documented, I was looking forward to dying Easter Eggs with her. I asked Mike to pick up an egg-dying kit at the grocery store, and he called me all, “Um, there are like, ten different options, which one do you want?” Nine of them were crazy-elaborate (we’re talking gold-plated eggs!), but I just wanted the basic egg-coloring kit that I used when I was a kid. It required vinegar and lemon juice…I don’t remember that as a kid! But I never prepared the dyes, that was always handled by my grandma.
Annie was like, “What are we doing? What are we doing?” while I was carrying the cups of dye out to the backyard (I think my hate of sticky/messy is more easy to deal with when I know I can just hose everything down). I told her we were making eggs for the Easter Bunny to hide, and she said, “But I want to eat them now…OH! RAINBOW COLORS!”
She was not gentle about putting the eggs in the dye, which means we’ll have some cracked, multicolored hard-boiled eggs on our hands. Delicious!
Mike and I showed her how to turn the eggs, and she tried using the egg-dipper thing it comes with but decided it was “too hard.”
She takes egg dying very seriously.
Her reaction to seeing a finished egg is the best.
She also got a big kick out of the two of us accidentally dying the tips of our fingers:
When the eggs were dry, she and her daddy had fun adding stickers (which were just as impossible to stick on as I remembered).
She was very proud of her final product:
So now I a) have to remember to hide them on Sunday morning, and b) have to remember WHERE I hide them. Pregnancy brain will be working against me!