Expert Cheese-Opener

I just signed up for the new version of Blogger and went to make a new post and found that TEN comments were awaiting moderation. Some of these were from a year ago. I had no idea. So if you ever commented here and it never showed up, your comment was not offensive. I was just clueless.


Today I took Julia, Jenna and Julia's friend Addie to Barnes & Noble. (Shameless plug: Check out the Silpada Jewelry issue of Empowering Women magazine -- I've got three articles in there. My friend Sarah Paulk has stuff in there, too.) Anyway, an older man came up to me and said, "That younger one of yours sure is a handful." Really? I had no idea. I've been with Jenna for most of her waking moments since August 26, 2004, and it had never occurred to me that she might be a little difficult to manage. Thank you, observant stranger!


We close on our house this Wednesday at 9:30 a.m. and we are so excited we can hardly stand it. Julia wants us to take her out of school for it. Thank you for all the suggestions about the hardwood floors -- the info helps a lot. Here's another question. See those little tiny drawers on either side of the stove in our new kitchen? What am I supposed to put in those things? Here are my ideas so far:



1) toothpicks
2) Slim Jims
3) Pixy Stix



Here's a conversation I had last Wednesday night over dinner (hamburgers) with 5-year-old Kayla from our church.


Kayla: (handing me her slice of cheese) Can you open my cheese?
Deana: Of course I can. I just so happen to be an expert cheese-opener.
Kayla: (eyes very wide and serious) You ARE???


Oh, and don't worry. I had a Boca.