Kinsey is Four

Kinsey turned four today which seems entirely too old for the one who was the baby of the family. The most difficult part of describing Kinsey is doing so without making it sound as though she is a troublemaker because she is not. All sunshine and sweetness but curious and daring. As best as I can tell Kinsey has but one fear and that is people dressed in animal costumes. Otherwise she is the one who jumps fearlessly into the pool and proceeds to swim like a frog.

That is Kinsey.

Kinsey is what I call a room changer. Anywhere she goes she changes the room, mostly by walking in and grinning from ear to ear simply because she can. All the kids have nicknames but hers seems so apt. We call her "Pookie" and don't ask why because even now we are not sure but it is a perfect fit. "Pookie!" is the standard greeting when she walks into the room except now she says it for herself. Never content to just ease into a situation, Kinsey makes an entrance and an introduction.

That is Kinsey.

Somewhere beneath the sunshine and bursting personality lies the heart of a mother. While it is a strange notion to think of a four year old as a mother, Kinsey has great compassion. A scraped knee for Cailey brings Kinsey with a band aid. She is tenderhearted doting baby dolls and older siblings both. Her compassion is as endless as her smiles.

That is Kinsey.

Cute, adorable, smiles and tickles. Love and care. A joyous free spirit whose excitement for Cubbies and her blanky knows no end.

That is Kinsey.

Happy Birthday, Pookie!