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Hunger Games Bonding

March 23rd, 2012, posted by Aimee

Spending two hours in the dark - not talking - watching the blockbuster du jour doesn’t really sound like a bonding experience, does it? But I would have to say that today’s “office field trip” to see the “Hunger Games” had about as much camaraderie involved as just about any team-building activity we are forced to engage in at company retreats. There we were, a dozen women (yep, all of the guys deemed it a “chick flick” and bailed) strung across two rows of seats munching popcorn and Twizzlers, screaming, gasping, whispering and even clapping at times. And even though we all quickly turned the iPhones back on and headed out in separate directions into the night shortly after the movie ended, there was still a feeling of a shared experience that seems likely to resonate into the workplace next Monday. For me, the decision to take part in the office movie outing was not actually that easy to make. It’s a Friday, my day off and a day I typically spend hanging out with Tavish. For the past more...

Boy Mom

March 17th, 2012, posted by Aimee

When you see a story about “fashions for kids,” do you turn the page … mainly because the majority of your child’s clothes come from discount outlet stores, second hand stores or Target? o Do the well-intentioned art supplies, crayons and paper in your child’s room rarely or never get used? o Do your eyes glaze over when a friend describes the drama in her daughters’ brownie troop or between girls in her daughter’s class? o Do random people regularly observe that your child “sure has a ton of energy”? o Do you step on Lego pieces throughout your house most days of the week? o Do you spend most of your free days plotting out ways to tire your little one out? If you answered yes to more than one of the above questions, you are most definitely a “Boy Mom” just like me. Unlike the vast majority of expectant couples out there, Nate and I chose to not find out the sex of our baby while I was pregnant. We said it was because we cherished the surprise more...

Just a “Plain Old Mom”

March 6th, 2012, posted by Aimee

The other night, Nate and I were talking to Tavish about what he wanted to be when he grew up. “For example,” I explained, “When Mommy was a little girl, I wanted to be a writer, a horse trainer or a singer like Olivia Newton John.” “Who’s ‘Livia Newton John?” asked Tav. “Oh, a singer from when I was growing up. Mommy used to pretend she could sing. I’d perform in the garage with my best friend, Amy Bergman, in first grade,” I continued. “Until I got a little older and decided I wanted to either ride horses or write about horses for a living.” “And now you’re just a plain old mom?” he asked, peering up between his shaggy bangs with big juicy grey-blue eyes. “Yep, just a plain old mom,” I replied, thinking silently, “and, oh yeah, a PR executive too.” Is it bad that it didn’t bother me one bit that my son classifies me as a “plain old mom” in comparison with the grandiose and fanciful career aspirations of my youth? Does it make me less more...

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