Egg dying

We dyed our eggs last night (I try to separate secular from religious Easter).  We tried to wait for Greg but he was on a marathon over-night camp out with the eleven-year-old scouts so he didn't make it. Waited until 5. 

We got off to a rough start:  I wasn't sure what order to do things in--put the cups on the table then add dye then put the eggs on the table or put the eggs then the cups then the dye or dye then cups then eggs.  Let's be serious here, I couldn't put everything on the table at the exact same time so there was bound to be some number of seconds during which my back was turned getting one of the items, leaving the children free for just that much time to cause mischief.  

I picked the wrong order.  

I put the water and vinegar in the cups and then put the cups on the table and then I grabbed the dye.  And while I was telling Alice, don't touch, don't touch, that girl just loves water and is always thirsty.  She was so sad about 3 big gulps into her drink.  We had to sooth her with chocolate milk.  

After the chocolate milk, we got right to it.  

 Rex and Alice were super into dying eggs.

For like fifteen minutes.  And then they were done.  But they dyed 12 eggs between the two of them, well, I did two as examples of various techniques--put egg in the container and let it sit for a dark color and put half in one color and half in another color for a two-toned egg.  Rex and Alice mostly went with technique #1 mixed with #2.  In other words, we got a bunch of brown eggs.  And fingers.  

And then today is Easter and we drove all the way to Greensboro (an hour and a half), just for Rex to get a fever and Alice to throw up.  We turned around and went home, there went the spiritual feast at church I have been looking forward to.  We watched Cars 2 and went to bed...kind of.  Rex just woke back up.  I have a feeling, I won't be sleeping much tonight.