Yesterday we seized the empty schedule and decorated our Easter eggs. Each child had a different style for their dozen and a half.
Shelby was her natural artistic self, very deliberate, being careful not to use her eggs up too fast.
Cyrus' style involved drawing with crayon, dip dying (sometimes because of mama's urging), then drying the eggs to prevent too much pigmenting. (Actually, I'm not sure why he liked to dry them.)
I especially enjoyed Elle Mae's "lava on top" method and her "pile up" dip dying.
Angela was the kamikaze painter: throw it in, mix it up, pull it out (while dip dying hands), bang 'em together.
Mama prepared the area well, secured with trash bags to repel water and paint, and many layers of newspaper. So the couple mishaps we had were minor.
I love Angela's palette at this point. Of course it changed as she continued working.
Attack of the tiny hands!
The drama. The passion.
Nearing the end. (You would've thought we tried to dye Shelby's fingers to match the egg cartons!)
I always love the aftermath pictures.
After our artistic explosion, the children settled in to watch Wall-E while Mama got her chance at a dozen. I had fun with my hour, but I forgot to take any pictures of my work. I like the children's better anyway.