In honor of Easter, I had the brilliant idea of dyeing Easter eggs with Sam. So, during naptime, I boiled a dozen eggs, set out the dye and vinegar, and got a smock ready. I remember dyeing eggs in our 70's orange kitchen as a little girl, the air filled with vinegar, my sister and I gently dropping eggs into brightly colored cups of dye. How hard could it be?
Well, a little harder (or more exciting, depending on how you look at it), with an exuberant toddler and crabby newborn thrown into the mix.
Andie cried the whole time. She was not pacified by bouncing, nursing, or shooshing. Later, I opened a window and she hushed right up. I guess it was the vinegar fumes.
Egg lesson #1: Open windows and turn on fan when you have six cups of vinegar sitting in the kitchen. Also, maybe get a baby-sitter for the baby next time.
Sam insisted the dye cups were filled with "juice". After many warnings that the liquid was not for drinking, I left to get the camera and came back to find him gagging on a cup, having sipped straight vinegar for the first (and probably last) time in his young life. (Notice there are no pictures with this post; I won't make that mistake again).
Egg lesson #2: Don't drink the dye. Mom is being honest when she tells you it's really not juice. Really.
Also, Sam did not gently drop eggs into the cup. He got so excited about the process that he had to THROW! the eggs into the cup with a YELL! of encouragement/excitement/boychild zaniness. He doesn't know his colors yet, so he would just excitedly YELL! whatever color came to mind. "LELLO!" "GEEN!" "BLUE!"
We ran out of eggs to dye, so we dyed the same ones over and over again. Somewhere along the way, Sam decided he'd rather try pouring the dye over the egg instead of dipping the egg in the dye. While I was cleaning up the yellow vinegar that was running down his high chair tray, over his chubby legs and onto the kitchen floor, my perpetually hungry son decided it was time for a snack.
Egg lesson #3: Don't eat Easter eggs with the shell still on.
Good lessons learned..all learned the hard way. I like to think that next year's egg dyeing will be equally fun and less eventful, but if there's one thing I've learned as a mom of young children:
Lesson #4: The challenges change, but never really go away.