When we traveled to Gatlinburg last year right before making the perilous journey to Alabama, Sean was happy to take the opportunity to show off his new motor skills to Mamaw and Papaw Kendall. It seems, however, he overestimated his own strength pretty significantly. He would keep coming back to these pumpkins, or gourds, or whatever they were and try to lift them up. When he couldn't get the big one to budge, he showed unusual thoughtfulness by instead trying the little one. Too bad even that was too heavy for our little one.

We play a similar game when we go to Target. Target has giant red concrete balls outside their stores, kind of randomly place. Probably some post-9/11 defense against terrorists or some silliness, or maybe Dick Cheney has them stuffed with surveilance devices? He can't make them budge and finds it HILARIOUS when daddy can't make them move either. One day a giant pumpkin or a giant concrete red ball will budge and go rolling down the road causing chaos and mass panic. That is a day I can't wait to see.