What fond memories I have of Easter from my childhood. My parents always made a big thing of it as they did most holidays. Every single year up until I was a teenager, maybe even a young adult (sad to say), we dyed eggs. My brother and I used to see who could make the best design and yes, I won every time (in my opinion anyway). To this day my parents still talk about the mornings of the Easter egg hunt and how I would find all the eggs and there wouldn't be any left for my little brother. When we (I) was done, my Mom and Dad would have to divide everything in half so my brother got his share. Poor Marc, he never stood a chance against me.
Luckily for my daughter, she's an only child and doesn't have to worry about sibling competition. For the past few years we've dyed eggs with Noelle but this year I thought we'd doodle instead. I boiled up eight eggs, let them cool and then brought out the sharpies. I just did a really quick search in google images for some bunny ideas and then started doodling away. Yet again, my daughter completed all five of her eggs and was ready to move on to the next project while I was just starting egg number two – she hasn't quite learned to savour the experience yet. Sometimes my husband ask me “is this project for you or Noelle”. I genuinely had noble intentions with this one and it was all about Noelle but as soon as I started getting into it, well… dinner was late again.