We began Easter weekend with a bit of egg dyeing Saturday morning.
The Sheriff helped me set up the dye,
and he was completely intrigued by the fizzy changing of color.
His phrase of the morning: It needs to be a wittle bit dawk-uh.
And when the eggs apparently reached his toddler-approved hue, I held my breath and let him transfer them to the carton for drying.
Note to self: next year invest in some plastic cups for this process.
The Easter Bunny spoiled our Sheriff Sunday morning, and of course the first item he picked up was the flying airplane bubble maker.
He soon was ready to check out what was inside the plastic eggs,
J has been taking "garage door pics" before Mass for a while now, and I can't wait to see what little project he comes up with. Regardless,