It may have begun as a pagan emblem of the earth, but soon early Christians adopted the egg as a symbol of rebirth. Each year, the week before Easter, our church hosts an”Eggstravaganza” where kids can hunt for Easter eggs, dye their eggs far away from Mom’s beige carpet and eat all the candy they can sneak before bed. Most importantly, they present the real meaning of Easter with a kid-friendly explanation of the Resurrection Eggs.
Even though this was her third Eggstravaganza, Lillyan was finally old enough to really enjoy the “hunting” part.
The fabulous, my-momma-never-lets-me-have-sugar-except-on-special-occasions candy inside was a super bonus.
She was even able to do most all the dying herself, away from the floors at home, of course (except it was Momma who knocked over the dye once).
That’s one tough bunny. Her favorite part of the evening was getting this butterfly tattoo. It’s a big butterfly week at our house. She walked around like this all night showing it off.
Fun night, but we’re all Eggstravaganza-ed out.
I love the tough girl look + tattoo — especially followed by the great cuddling picture.