so. i know i don’t usually write much on this blog. with the three-baby-brain i have going on here most of what i want to say never comes out in a very understandable manner. (for those of you who don’t know what baby brain is, either you haven’t ever had a baby or you have and were immune to the mind numbing effect that robs you of coherent speech and the ability to recall simple words and for that i am immensely jealous of you.) but when we were dying eggs this weekend I got a big lesson in reality and I have to share.

I went in to our egg dying adventure with visions of pinterest dancing in my head. I totally forgot I wasn’t a crafty martha stewart mom, and that I have three quite YOUNG children and I was sure we could craft designer eggs that looked like these. that WHILE we were making said eggs, my kids would laugh and giggle and adore every second while listening to my gentle guiding instructions perfectly and grant would look on with glee from his bumbo. and I would document it all lovely with my camera AND interact at the same time, the perfect blend of photographer and mama.

we started out okay.

then grant had a diaper catastrophe of epic proportions. like head to toe explosion that needed taking care of.
so much for happy little brother looking on.

and chase thought the egg wand was a bubble wand, and instead of dying eggs, spent his time trying to blow bubbles. so much for a clean little boy for the lovely photos I was to make of our endevour

eggs got cracked. they didn’t die as richly or evenly as i envisioned. i forgot my crafty bone is missing and I can hardly even CUT a heart out of masking tape that actually resembles a heart. that i have a six year old and a three year old. that little girls love to put glitter on EVERYTHING. that life isn’t a pinterest board or a martha stewart magazine, and I am not that mama from the blogs i read that has it all together. so much for simple organic looking eggs with a designer flair. our eggs came out nothing like i imagined. but somewhere in there i remembered that childhood memories don’t HAVE to be pretty. they don’t have to be perfect and shiny and hip and pinterest board worthy. that my kids won’t remember how un-stylish their eggs were and how everything didn’t go as “planned”. that reality, however messy, is better. and fun times can be had no matter how un-put-together I am. so we went with that.



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  1. colorblindprd #
    April 9, 2012


    I get it.

  2. Cassie Everson #
    April 9, 2012

    This is so sweet Krystal. I understand loss of words, and I can totally relate to you when it comes to visions of Pinterest eggs. I tried so hard this year to create amazing “lace” eggs, and tie dye eggs. Colton wasn’t intrigued at all. So it led to mommy being overly stressed, but in the end once I remembered that all that mattered was his memory of an egg hunt I realized that my not perfect eggs were perfectly perfect for him!

  3. April 9, 2012

    I think you DID have a perfect, lovely day. I smiled the entire time I read this because of how awesome your kids are and because I can totally identify with getting caught up in what blog land and pinterest tell you life should look like. (remember my post when I changed gears with my business?) personally, these are the moments I want to see on pinterest because they are REAL and for that they are more incredible and beautiful than any designer crafted post. ♥

  4. Laurie MIller #
    April 9, 2012

    your eggs are beautiful! I’m pinning your perfectly colored, glittered, cracked, eggs on pinterest myself! Family memories are the only things that count, and you have recorded that in the most crafty way! You have that ‘bone’ even when you think you don’t.

  5. April 9, 2012

    Kids and mess go together and as long as they enjoy themselves, you’re right nothing has to be Pinterest perfect

  6. Sarah #
    April 9, 2012

    Love this post. I am right there with you.

  7. April 9, 2012

    I’m convinced that the only people who actually get those pinterest-y crafts finished are people who drug their children. They have to, right? Because I’m pretty darn sure mine run around crazy and break a bazillion eggs and I’m freaking out trying to not get dye on anything, taking care of the baby AND trying to take pictures so they’ll have memories of it. So your day was basically like mine. Screw you, pinterest…you’re just trying to make us look bad. lol

  8. April 9, 2012

    I love you! My visions of pinterest died the minute I moved to Burundi! Ha!

  9. cristal444 #
    April 9, 2012

    Love it. Even with a thirteen year old you don’t get lovely, magazine layout-worthy eggs., but you do get some laughs and memories, and that is much more valuable.

  10. jessica sands #
    April 9, 2012

    beautiful post and beautiful eggs, krystal! ❤

  11. Leah #
    April 9, 2012

    I think these are lovely. You clearly adore your children. I think you make a fabulous anti-Martha mommy, and for that you should be proud. She did, remember, spend some time behind bars in bright orange.

  12. Andrea Hendrickson #
    April 9, 2012

    Next year, half vinegar half water! Vibrance at it’s best (and I didn’t learn it on pintrest!! hehe). And I agree, I think the kids look like they had a blast and even though you’re not crafty (I totally am, I googled it…) the memories will last a lifetime when you look back on these beautiful pictures and crack a smile because it was awesome!!

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