He is my fantasy child who absolutely amazes me, thinking castles in the air are not only possible but practical.

Hey... sometimes the dragon wins....

I love to listen to his fables of knights and beasts, swords and magic potions, and his memories of heaven and being with God. He has rekindled my love for the great spiritual unknown. He is my comfort and assurance that each of us are perfect expressions of God's love to one another.

Robert is 8 and all boy. He is gentle and kind hearted, but can tear up a rock without a hammer and not even intend to. Life is a circus to him, and the furniture is the Center Ring... gymnastic feats are practiced daily from the chairs, curtains, and tables. This little man could climb before he could walk, and I often found him pulling himself up the back of a chair and into the window sill. He now climbs trees and houses. More than once I've ordered him off the awning which covers our patio.

Climb up in the Tree House
for a view of Robdog's favorite site!

For RobDog, to live is to climb.... and run, jump, spin, flip, twist, flop, drop, roll, burp, and spit. Spitting is just a natural reflex for the male gender. I truly believe it comes automatically and they do it without even being aware.

  Of all the many things my son loves to play and pretend to be, he came fully-equipped just knowing certain things about being a male...
and the most important is knowing that all any man really needs to survive is a big stick.

Robert is also an artistic child who loves to read, draw, and play musical instruments. During our County Fair this year, he entered a poster he made which looks like the above image. He was in the 6 - 8 yr. old catagory, and managed to get 1 of the 5 ribbons given out of over 30 entries! Upon hearing the news, my friend, Denise, sent the "Young Artist's Award" to Robert. Thanks, Denise!