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.
I love the whole scene! How many cheerleaders have their diaper poking out of their jeans? Plus, I thought the rule was NO cheerleading for our Ruthie. She’s adorable!
My fav is the last picture! So cute!