Dying for Easter

We decorated eggs on Saturday night.



Luca's great mood of the night before had passed and he was having a hard time keeping his frustration at bay during the project. We had a few near-time outs, but he kept pulling it together at the last minute and we actually got through it.





Until...the entire "Egg Tree" toppled over and about half of the eggs cracked. The poor kid pretty much lost it at that point. With some some urging, though, he retreated to his room for some quiet time where he settled down and salvaged what was left of the evening. For the most part. There was that call to the Easter Bunny's assistant that I had to make when he refused to get ready for bed.