So, the egg hunt ended up being a success with Isaac. After that I thought, "Hey, let's dye some eggs!" I know what you're thinking. 'Isaac is 18 months, she can't possibly be serious?!'
Well I wasn't completely naive. I knew I would have to do the dying but I thought maybe he would like to watch. Hahaha, yeah right. He didn't want to watch. It turned into a crying fit because he wanted to touch everything. So, I held him and we did the eggs together. After that they had to dry and it was time for Isaac's nap. Later that evening while we were waiting for dinner to finish cooking I thought Isaac and I could "decorate" the eggs.
I'm not exactly sure what planet I was on when I thought this was a good idea. So, we "decorate" the eggs and it ended in an all out egg-splotion! :) After I got over the "hey, that's not how you do that" I was okay. I saw that he preferred to crush the eggs than to decorate them and if he's happy then I'm happy! Crush on Isaac, crush on."Mom seriously? What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Okay, so let me get this straight. I'm not supposed to eat them. . ."
"How bout this, I'll just slam my fists down on them and then poke at the remains?" :)