I thought I would give my little over-achiever some well deserved time off from competitive swimming, Kumon, religion and ice skating lessons so I didn't enroll her in tennis alongside her siblings on Tuesday afternoons. On purpose. You would think that she'd use the time to just sit back, relax and enjoy a conversation or two with her mother. But, no. The hour alone with her (which I was looking forward to all winter) in the upper viewing deck of the tennis club was full of "How come I'm not playing?" "Are you going to look into those guitar lessons I've been asking you about?" "I'm so bored!" "Pretty sure I would rock at tennis too." "What can I doooooo?" and finally, "How long do you think I can stand upside down for?"

She can stand upside down longer then it takes ten-year-old boys to clear the court of tennis balls.

I often wonder where she gets the energy; but one look at her long blood line full of strong women and it's no wonder. Her Godmother (my sister) is impossible to get a hold of these days as she is trying to save the world and constantly in-between Houston, D.C., and Africa. Her Grandmother (my husband's mother) baked cookies with Feenie, just days after a hip replacement. Her Babcia (my mother) was the driving force of leaving behind Communist Poland for a better life. And we just learned today (after a lengthy phone call that hubs made) that Grandma's mother (May Rauchleisch - born a Lithuanian that married a German) was one of the very first daring females to hold a driver's licence in Cuyahoga County so that she could deliver her award-winning bakery delights to all the churches in Cleveland that were holding fundraisers in the early '40s.

"No! Way!" Lola giggled, after hearing the news about her daring & creative great-grandmother May and all the other strong females in her blood-line. "So that's where I get it from."

Oh vey, you all. How can I keep her busy next Tuesday afternoon?