Eggs. eggs everywhere!

Eggs. Not my favorite food and to be honest, I always wondered why they were so prominent for Easter celebrations. After all it's the Easter bunny, not the Easter chicken, and bunnies don't lay eggs. However, long before I entered this world Romans and Christians shared the belief that eggs were the seed of life and for some they were symbolic of the resurrection of Christ. With that said this week-end hubby and I dyed eggs with P (2 1/2 years old) and B (6 years old.)

The idea is from Pinterest though I have done the same technique with paper in my card making endeavors. Actually, this is one of my favorite ways to just play with my paper. Rather than hard boiled eggs, we opted to use Styrofoam eggs as P has quite the grip and loves to toss things. Only drawback was hubby didn't get any deviled eggs for Easter dinner.

Assemble your tools... a dish or pan, cheap shave cream - not gel, coloring agents (we used food coloring here) and paper towels, LOTS OF PAPER TOWELS when doing with kids.

Spray shave cream in pan

Since they were boys, we erred on the side of more is better.

Drip coloring agents on the foam. A little guidance with kids or you get lots of one color...B liked green and P loved red. Oops, wonder who put that yellow in there...

Swirl colors lightly across the foam with a fork. 

Then hand them the eggs and be ready with toweling. We had two distinct styles at this point. B liked to roll his to the end of the pan and as he rolled, he pushed it further down into the "clean" foam. Of course, it was my duty to fish them out and dry them off.  Here's a look at some of his eggs and excuse the extremely light colors - they really are a lovely pastel. Overhead lighting seems to have an effect in most of these photos.

P was on the other end of the scale. Excited wouldn't describe how thrilled he was. Try as I might, I could not get a good photo of him with his eggs. His method involved throwing the eggs in all at once before the color was swirled completely, yell at the top of his lungs "Oh cool!" and clap his hands waiting for them to be fished out of the cream. Here is a sample of how his turned out. 

While I loved the pastel eggs, I was a minority. The favorite of the night using majority rules was P's very first egg 

It was so much fun, hubby and I got up early and dyed more to be used in the egg hunt later that day. 

Our only regret, we didn't have more eggs to play with. 

Parting thought:

“We are never more fully alive, more completely ourselves, or more deeply engrossed in anything, than when we are at play.”    ~       Charles E. Schaefer