There are things that I do in front of Roan that I wouldn’t do in front of anyone else.  Nothing too horrible, but still, things that I’d probably be mortified if anyone else saw them.  For instance, if he needs to speak to me exactly when I’m in the bathroom, he doesn’t think twice about swinging the door open and firing that conversation up right then and there.  There is no one else allowed to do that.  He’s also witnessed burps, though I’ve had to put the kibosh on that because it caused way too much laughter which can only lead to manners-training trouble in the future. Roan gets to hear me sing my heart out, and though I know I’ve got no sense of pitch or key, I belt songs out regularly for him.

In fact, a dirty little secret: I know most of the lyrics to most of the songs by Hall & Oates.  Roan has become accustomed to hearing “OOooh here she comes…” and gives very little response other than a slightly affected eye-roll.  I live for the possibility that one day I will hear him follow-up, “….watch out boy she’ll chew you up….”  But it makes me happy to sing, and it makes me happy that my poor song choices and off-pitch warbling will not impact how much Roan likes being around me.

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