egg dying

On Friday, after the discovery museum trip, we ate a quick dinner and head off to Tyler's baseball game. It was a cold one and Bob met us there right from work.

We came home and set up for some spectacular egg dying. Our kit was a dying kit and then you could "glitter" your egg. Quite snazzy (and messy). Good times. It's a tradition that I just don't understand, but it has to be done.






I find amusement in this picture. Bob may not.

And of course that night Jason was up, without explanation, for hours. He had a bad sounding cough and was wheezing and just could not sleep. Bob got a nice reminder of parenthood. We all got some unappreciated midnight viewing of Spiderman with Jason. Poor thing.