Of all of the commercialized holidays, I find Easter the most disheartening. It just seems wrong to celebrate the resurrection of our Savior with jelly beans... but you have to do it, right? However, I was pleased to discover this year that the tradition of coloring eggs actually stems from religious symbolism. According to Wikipedia, Easter eggs historically represent the empty tomb of Jesus Christ. "Though an egg appears to be like a stone of a tomb, a bird hatches from it with life; reminding us that Jesus rose from the grave--offering us eternal life." Interesting, huh? The miracles of the internet go on... Pinterest taught me that the days of boiling eggs are long over. You can bake gobs of them on a cookie sheet for thirty minutes. They don't break and they don't stink. How's that for cool?
My kids seem to have inherited a bit of an artistic flare via the Stevens line--so coloring eggs is not a "dip and done" art project. Oh no! Cotton balls were dyed, my sharpies were all ruined, and I ended up with super glue all over my hands and even a bit on my lip. Good Times!
Ashton's Eggs:
Carson's Eggs:
Kyler's Pac Man Eggs:
Ten-year-old sense of humor:
McKenna & Whitney's Eggs:
They deserve a close-up:
After putting all that work into those eggs, you would think they would sort of cherish them for a minute or two. Nope. Before you could say, "Peter Cottontail," those eggs were obliterated. Ever heard of boiled egg baseball? Me neither, but it was actually pretty hilarious.
When the pitcher gets nailed, they don't get bruised.
They get "YOKED."
The yard.
Deviled Eggs anyone?
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