Easter egg Sunday

When you choose not to give your children any kind of religious upbringing, you put it on yourself to create your own traditions to fill out the Holidays. Little things, that will give your children those memories of a happy childhood, of parents who cared and bothered to do a bit extra, go the extra mile. Of slow days full of nice things and little events that when you’ve done them year after year, they become your own family traditions and something worth remembering.

To us, Easter has become a Holiday full of little things we make together in the house. Eggs we paint and dye and decorate, eggs we cook and eat in different ways and chocolate eggs that I’ll hide all over our apartment and that my daughters will then hunt down and eat. Floor covered in silver rapping, greasy fingers, faces full of chocolate stains and stomachs too full for dinner. Which is okay. There are worse things in the world, than children eating too much chocolate. 

First we did our natural dyed egg. With fruits and vegetables and things we boiled in a big pot on our old gas stove. Beets, avocado pits, turmeric and onion peel. Turned out though, that the muted colors didn’t really impress my daughters, and so this morning I was at it again. This time I went for an old favorite. Tiny little flower crowns and red watercolor cheeks for our Sunday eggs and matching flower crowns for my daughters. I’ll save my natural dye experiments for upcoming sewing projects.