Decorating Easter Eggs

Last year, at 10 months old, Blanden was really only able to admire the finished product...

But this year, at 22 months old, Blanden was able to decorate Easter eggs (almost) all by himself! He loved putting the little tabs in each glass of vinegar and watching them dissolve and change color. And then, with only a little help moving the glasses around, he was able to dunk the eggs and put them back in the tray on his own. (Of course, some of them received multiple dunks because that was the fun part. You can see that the eggs get darker as the pictures go on.)

As for the stickers that came with the decorating kit, Blanden preferred to put those on himself rather than on the eggs. But now we are all set with 18 eggs for his first Easter scavenger hunt next weekend (minus any that he eats between now and then).

Eggs!

I quite sure that I'm giving the impression that every story relating to Blanden and myself relates to eggs. I assure you that there are countless other stories involving other topics, but eggs seem to be the funniest. For Blanden's early afternoon brunch, I decided to make him another Denver Omelette (yes I know, but please reference earlier post). While making my original signature dish, Blanden was growing impatient about the amount of time required to bring this meal to perfection. Once the omelette was sufficiently cooled, I place the dish in front of Blanden. Underestimating Blanden's ever-increasing wing-span, I mistakenly sit the plate within his grasp. The omelette, in all of its glorious perfection, had randomly spread throughout the island's countertop. The above picture captures Blanden attempting to conceal the evidence of his Dad's crime. I have another hour before Mom gets home to cleanup the remaining crumbs.