Pigeon versus Mom

I hid my toddler's favorite book today. Ok not just one... the entire series. It was an act of self-preservation, I swear. It was me or the damn Pigeon. Don't get me wrong those Pigeon books are great and funny.... the first 100 times. After that it wears on your soul, pecking away slowly like…

A dead plant, spoon theory, and the best dinner ever.

I am out of spoons today.  Not only am I literally out of clean spoons and therefore have to eat my ice cream off of a knife which gives a whole new meaning to mindful eating but I am entirely out of metaphorical spoons.  You are probably saying 'wait, what is she talking about now...'   Well…

what’s next?

We have a chance to turn this into a sustainable movement that will change our children's lives.  But if we fail to act this moment will pass us by. So what's next?