Sometimes I spend so much time being anti-mess that I forget about how much the girls and I really love crafts. When I was a Nanny it was so much easier to do crafts at other peoples home, but knowing this is my home and whatever they get dirty or destroy is mine to deal with feels overwhelming. So I love, love, love when it is just the right temperature to send the girls to the screened in porch to get their craft on.
I fail miserably in the Easter department every.single.year. It’s not that I dislike Easter, I just never know eggactly what to do to celebrate. This year even buying Easter dresses was no fun because nothing popped out at me. Nothing was so adorable I had to take it home. I did manage to pick up an egg table cloth at Target, so that was a start. Monday night I decided to go through our Easter bin in the basement and found an egg coloring kit. I mentioned it to the girls and they were all for it. Kelly was sick, so that left dinner, homework, and egg coloring to me. When I opened the fridge and saw we only had 9 eggs I figured that was better than nothing. I boiled the eggs while I made dinner and decided to suck it up and let the girls paint in the kitchen.
These are the moments I love. I gave them warm eggs (who has time to let them cool? Oh ya people that plan ahead). O&G took their painting so seriously and weren’t even too disappointed that I only had 8 eggs (I broke the 9th - figures). I let them paint their little hearts out and the eggs turned out great. It’s the little moments that are magical. It’s the little moments that I hold onto forever. It’s these moments that I’m glad I self-medicated so I could suck it up and enjoy every second of this moment with them, and in the end it was nothing a soak in the tub couldn’t cure.