Being that this plant has not yeileded much fruit for us, and also that I was trying to make dinner at the same time, I let him pick til there was not a single tomato, red or green, left on those vines.
Proudly showing off the fruits of his labor:

Taking a closer look:

I told you he was proud.
Tired feet at the end of a evening in the fields

This might mark the frocs' (fake crocs) final appearance. I'm not sure how to say goodbye to the frubber (fake rubber) shoes that he has worn every. single. day. since that day in May when I forked over that $7.99 at the drugstore. But I am sure it's time.
That'll do shoes, that'll do.
(someone will get that tie in, I just know it...)


He was much happier shoving handfuls of raisins in his fish face.
and also riding on the dog statue and tossing balls around the room.
After the party, we headed home for a quick lunch,

A busy weekend payed off with a 7:15 wake time for Mr. Ben this morning - a great way to start the day! Now if only he'd go to sleep tonight...


