Dying and Finding Easter Eggs

So this was the first year we figured Connor could handle dying his own Easter eggs. We had our worries how it would all turn out as he is quite creative and artistic. To be safe, we spread out lots of newspaper and I wore an apron (must've forgotten to put one on him). But he actually did just fine. Oh, he was a happy kid. He loved seeing those eggs change color from white to every shade imaginable.


















He then enjoyed finding those eggs hidden all around our yard. Yikes, daddy...er the Easter Bunny... even hid one in the cactus!