My boy LOVES his eggs.  In the morning, I think he rises just because he is hungry, because he wants eggs.  We hardly can get him out of the crib before he is at the fridge, hanging on the handle hollering, “EEEEEE!  EEEEE!”  at the top of his lungs.  (He is saying EAT).  Every morning he gets two eggs.  He would eat more is we let him.  In fact, while we were camping he ate his eggs, then moved onto Bradley’s plate to help him finish, then made his way around the room to see what else there was in the way of eggs available.  When that search proved useless, he pointed to the pan used to cook the eggs where there were a few scrambles remaining.  He ate those too.  I think he at close to five or six eggs that morning!  Boy loves him some eggs!

I decided to take a few pictures of the boy eating his eggs the other morning.  I expected some angelic photos of Jude enjoying his eggs, but the child eats eggs with gusto, as you can see.  I ended up catching some pretty interesting pictures of Jude. Eating eggs is serious business!

Mmmmm!

Double Fisting Eggs

Like I said, with GUSTO!

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