She observes more than I realized. She recently confiscated a pair of pom-pons from a cheer coach’s bag, walked to the sideline, and began twirling.

My name is Ruthie.

Yeah.

And I’m a cheerleader.

Yeah.

And I’ve got spirit.

Yeah.

So check me out.  Uh-huh, uh-huh.

She’s becoming quite the renaissance girl…tackling and head-butting her brothers by night, cheerleading by day.