This year was round 2 for dyeing eggs with Grady. We had to restrain the poor guy in the high chair, or the cups with dye would have been empty before we started. We tried to avoid a mess, but ofcourse, Josh ruined any chance of that. Josh splashed one all over the eggs and a few ended up the color of terd brennel. We survived the potential disaster and managed to keep the cups from being toppled over on us.
Momma, I promise I won't break them!
The new meaning of egg drop soup.
Evidence of minimal mess
Some eggs just never make it to Easter.
2 comments:
So cute! Emma still does the sign for 'more' sometimes when she says it. Aren't they just growing too fast?!
I will always love how he repeats the last word or two of everything you say! ha.... He did great!!! :)
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