You've Got Personality

We colored Easter eggs on the Monday after Easter -- better late than never I say.  This is just how my life is running lately.  But we got the five dozen eggs hard boiled and made a rainbow of dye cups and then mostly let the kids go.  I loved how much the finished eggs reflected the personalities (and just stages in some cases) of each of the children.  And here they are:

On the right side of this box, you see Tallulah's eggs.  She's three now and likes to color eggs, but has no patience for letting them sit in the dye and get dark.  They were put in the cups and pulled almost immediately out.  She did draw a little bit on two or three of the eggs before she dipped them.  She pretty much always selected a color that no one was using so that she did not have to wait for someone else to get done.

On the left of the box, you see Fred's eggs.  She was a little more creative and  a little more patient.  She made certain to do a variety of colors.  Some are darker than others and some are even a mixture of colors.  I believe that she was done second.  This is probably owing to the fact that she dominates and demands the colors she wants to use before someone else gets them.  (Although I have to say she was pretty good natured while doing this.)

On the left side of this box are Charlie's eggs.  The color he chose most often was his favorite color, green.  There are some mixed colors, but he was very particular about exactly what color he wanted to use for each.  You can't tell, but some are dipped half and half, which was also done very deliberately.  He probably even named one Luigi.  One was left white, but had colorful drawings all over it.

On the right side, you have George's eggs.  He did some interesting things with his, but the most telling thing about his eggs is that he left two undone.  Not that he wanted them white.  He just got sidetracked when Dad started watching funny clips on YouTube and did not bother to come back. Well, until I started dumping the dyes down the sink.  Then Harriet told him what I was doing and he came running, hollering that he wasn't done yet!

 Here is the last box.  There was one leftover egg that I colored.  The rest of the box belongs to Harriet's eggs.  It is a little harder to tell in pictures, but the majority of hers are extremely dark, richly colored eggs.  There are some that are half and half and some that are color mixtures and some that have drops of other colors on the tops.  She had a very specific idea in mind and also experimented to see what things might happen.  Toward the end (when she did not have to share dye with anyone -- except maybe Charlie), she began putting her eggs in a cup and then setting a timer for five minutes.  She would go and do something else until the timer went off and then come and check on her egg to see how it was doing.  She is always willing to put the effort in to get the results she wants.

I just looked at the finished products and had to laugh a little.  To a mother, they really tell a story.  Just a short little story I was dying to tell.  Sorry, couldn't resist that yolk... I mean joke.