Below is the puppy that we dropped off at boot camp today (he’s now 1!); the eggs that we boiled in preparation for dyeing; the mess I made to get things started; the finished products (and for the record, I usually try to do things more naturally or elegantly in an effort to be more Martha Stewartey, but that really isn’t working for me, so this year I went for the standard-issue box dyes and loved it!); and the egg my husband dyed because he’s cool like that.
Side note: shortly thereafter, my big boy asked if he could stay up late tonight with me and the husband. I told him I had to ask Dad what his intentions were with me; the boy said “you mean like making out?” Me: “I don’t know! I have to ask him.” Boy: “EW. You guys still make out?! I mean, I know you kiss, but you make out?” Me: “Um, yeah, do you think all the fun ends when you grow up and get married? That would be a bummer.” And isn’t that the truth?