ALMOST!

On his birthday Roan started taking a couple of steps on his own.  I wouldn't say it was walking, per say, so much as falling forward enthusiastically.  Since then he's been extremely eager to practice.  If I know what's good for me I should discourage walking at all costs, but its so cute to have him drunkenly stumble into my arms I can't resist. 

Here's a video courtesy of Aunt Aggie.  The victory was somewhat compromised when he donked his head on my teeth at the end. Ouch.