Since you made it this far, I'm sure you're wondering what all this "Deffah" business is about. Here's the story ...
When I was a little girl I made up my own language. It wasn't just normal 2 year old jibber jabber. I actually made up my own words for things. My sister, 14 months older than me, was the "interpreter" of my language. For some reason, she was the only person who knew what I was saying. Deffah was my word for breakfast. I'd wake up in the mornings, stumble into my parents' room & my mom would wake up to a little toddler face inches away from hers, "Deffah!" She knew that if she didn't get up then & make me some breakfast I'd be in the kitchen fending for myself.
It seemed like an enticing yet significant title for a blog!
I wanted an outlet to brag on my baby, share pictures & stories with family & friends, & post some creative writing. Hopefully I'll entertain a few people with my random bits of knowledge about that interest me.