Tuesday, August 21, 2012

I like her spunk...



Look a little closer and you will see that my five year old has a six pack. I'm not bragging...she was seriously born a solid mass of muscle. I have not encouraged her to be athletic, she just is. The same goes with music....this girl wakes up every morning and plays the piano for almost an hour. Again, I'm not bragging, I don't expect her to do this, she just does. She can figure out notes to music and sings perfectly on pitch. She has taught herself how to write and cartwheel and crack and egg without breaking the yoke. She is fiercely determined. It's kind of funny to me that she is our third...not at all the center of attention. In fact, she is at her best when the focus is not on her. We were mentioning to our friends the other day a funny little story about just how fierce our Zibby is...

A few weeks ago the cousins were all here and the kids were heading out to the tent for bed. All of us adults were relaxing, watching the Olympics when the peaceful summer night was interrupted by a blood curdling scream. It was Zibby, she had placed a bare foot on one of those giant, slimy slugs. The girl was clearly creeped out. I carried her inside and set her on the kitchen counter to wash of the ick. Tear stained and traumatized, she wipes her face, furrows that blond brow and evenly says, "Get the salt." 

I don't think anyone can get in her way but God. 

3 comments:

  1. I can't stop laughing about that one! "get the salt" what a gal!

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  2. So blessed to finally meet her! You go Zibby!!!!!

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