Jean Dorsey's Blog (6)

So, Rue has been very busy at her etsy shop...look what she's been up to!
Check her out at http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5055314

(She's my sister so I'm allowed to embarrass her with shameless promotion!)

I was just wading through some posts from my other blog and saw an old post that I like. I thought this would be a good place to share.



Organized Chaos

(10/07)





To some, this may seem like a bunch of toys thrown haphazardly around the room. I admit, sometimes it takes a lot of internal fortitude to just go with it!

Thankfully, I have learned to look closer:…



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I have been thinking a lot about our parenting choices lately. Specifically, I have been thinking about a conversation I had with a friend last year. She and I don't really get to talk much anymore. We are not as close as we once were...but I love her dearly.



After years of closeness, the differences in our parenting choices became like the proverbial elephant in the room. No longer was it as easy to always agree to disagree. At long last we were realizing that some of our choices… Continue

Today the kids and I were walking home from the beach when an older man down the street asked "How was the water?"
I replied "Too cold for me, but the kids loved it."
His response? "Well, they're kids. Kids don't know any better."

I thought Drue was gonna spit, she was so mad!

The silver lining...it was a great jumping off point for some interesting discussions!

Since my oldest daughter was two years old, she has been convinced that she is "Super Drue," in disguise. She is right of course. In fact, we are a family of superheroes. At one point we trained regularly in the backyard. I always enjoyed playing the double role of "Super Dad," as well as all of the evil villains. Over the years, I have gathered quite a number of "Super Dad" t-shirts, a hat, and some wonderful memories.



After countless adventures, my secret identity has become… Continue

My dad is recovering from surgery. He had his hip replaced on Thursday.

Dad is 77 years old. He has the beginning stages of some dementia. He is still in the place where he realizes he can't remember things. He gets this sad look on his face. "Memories are all we have" he'll say.

I am a daddy's girl. The youngest of 6 kids. The baby. I admit to having been spoiled by my dad. I admit that even as a married mother of three, he still spoils me. Probably the most valuable lesson I have… Continue