But no, his first German word was spoken after he insisted on going outside for a stroll through
Rachel and I had our own egg dying spectacular a couple days ago too. There is an array of kits for coloring eggs at the grocery store. We spent way too much time deciding which ones would be the best , and finally settled on "Eins, Zwei, Glitter-Ei!" and "Shake It!"
Rachel went downstairs to buy eggs from her neighbor. The woman seemed to be scrutinizing the eggs for some reason although we could not discern why since many of the eggs were cracked, all were covered in chicken poop, and she's almost totally blind. I spent far too long drilling the eggs with a needle and almost gave myself an aneurysm blowing the egg out of the shell (Luckily I had been practicing on those stupid long skinny balloons used to make animals).
We began with the glitter egg kit while the we had a few precious moments of simultaneous baby nap. As you can see from the picture of Rachel, those precious moments were largely wasted. The kit was nice in that there were no messy cups of dye, just tubes that could be squeezed into the palm of your plastic gloved hands and smeared around onto the egg. And the dye itself was a nice iridescent metallic. The dye is supposed to be a bit sticky and then you wrap the egg in foil and rub so pieces of thin metal are transferred to the egg. This largely did not happen. Of course we tried more dye, less dye, pressing harder on the foil, every permutation we could and never got very far with it.
Yesterday I took the babies up into the forest to search for a suitable branch to create a tree for the eggs. There are two candidates on the porch waiting for today's mission: figure out how to stand the tree vertically and hang the eggs.