Posted in August 2008 …

Roan’s First Romantic Impulse

It was love at first sight. There was alot of hand holding, and there was tongue action. Roan’s first French kiss took place on the wilderness trail at the Baltimore Zoo. A little girl his age (and with the same sized spirit, albeit much less volume) promptly took his hand upon eying him on the … Continue reading →

Not cold. Happy.

In Roan’s world, all states of being are relative to “happy.” “Roan, are you hungry?” “Not hongwee. Happy.” “Roan, are you hot? Do you want to take your shirt off?” “Not hot. Happy.”

Can you please re-attach my arm?

This is an actual request Roan made, in not so many words (“Mama fix arm. Broken.”). And it’s becoming a regular request, as a result of watching Toy Story (recall the scene where the space ranger, on the verge of an identity crisis, falls down a stairway, and – in witness to his plastic arm … Continue reading →