Ok, every now and then I break down and do an arts’n’craft mommy blog post. Max wanted to make Easter eggs. Nine out of the dozen survived to join our collection of Easter eggs past. Lookit what we did! (And now he’s bugging me for an scavenger hunt on Sunday. Grumble grumble. He really could care less about the candy—I eat a lot more sugar than this kid. His pleasure is in the search.) Happy Spring, everyone!

No, we couldn't just boil them. Max and I had to blow the insides out.
No, we couldn’t just boil them. Max and I had to blow the insides out.
They never look the way they do on the packaging of the egg-dying kit.
It’s just as well that they never look the way they do on the packaging of the egg-dying kit.
A Tree Grows In Manhattan.
A Tree Grows In Manhattan. This is our holiday tree that Max and I created way back when, five apartments ago.
This is our holiday tree Max and I created way back when, five apartments ago.
Whatever the upcoming holiday—Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Halloween—that’s how we decorate the tree. In theory anyway.
Whatever the upcoming holiday—Christmas, Valentine's Day,  Halloween—that's how we decorate the tree.
There’s a distinct possibility these eggs will stay up all through summer, fall, and winter, until next Easter.

 

See that drawing in the background? That's by artist Sherry Bittle. Look her up.
See that drawing in the background? That’s by artist Sherry Bittle. Her work is deep, personal, rich. Look her up.

 Here’s the link to Sherry Bittle, artist of the drawing in the last frame. Look her up.

Egg In Your Face
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