Chatterbox

Last night as we were lying in her bed Vivian told me, "Mommy, I am the talkiest lady in my class." This was not a surprise coming from a girl whose great-Grandma  nicknamed her 'Gleckel' (spelling? Yiddish translation is, I think, chatterbox) when she was about six weeks old. Some things apparently never change.

Rollerblades

Stella fell today while out rollerblading. When I got home she showed me the bruise on her knee and told me proudly that she didn't cry when it happened. I asked why she wasn't wearing her knee pads and she replied without missing a beat,  "Because I want people to think I'm fierce".