About Me

Babble.com's Top 50 Dad Blogs of 2011!I'm a 32-year-old father and husband born and bred in Massachusetts. I have a beautiful son named Will, a gorgeous wife named MJ who is far too hot to have married me, a dog I love and two cats I put up with. I'm a smart-ass former newspaper reporter with a penchant for turning a phrase, who decided to go corporate and is now enjoying life as a content manager for a website.

This blog is not just another "daddy blog." Sure I write about my son, but these pages are a record of my life. I don't just highlight the fun milestones like first steps, I also chronicle the "other stuff." The fights, the torment and the doubt that inevitably come with being a husband and father. It's not always puppy dogs and rainbows, but it is very real. And often there is beauty in the sadness, redemption in the struggle.

Thank you for checking me out, giving me a try and sticking around for the journey. If you'd like to contact me you can email aaron_gouveia (at) yahoo (dot) com.

I’m Such a Wuss

This post also appeared on www.capecodonline.com/blogs in the opinion section of the Cape Cod Times, a division of Ottaway Newspapers, Inc.

My aunt usually watches Will on Friday but she’s in Arizona for two weeks on vacation, which means we needed to find someone to take care of Will. Thankfully, MJ’s cousins Katie, Jeff, Shelby and Mackenzie volunteered to take him from Thursday night until this afternoon. Right now MJ picked him up about a half hour away and she’s meeting my parents for dinner. That means I haven’t seen him in about 36 hours.

Now I am not one of those parents who is way too attached to his baby. But I have to admit…

I miss him so much I had to have my mom take a picture of him with her cell phone and send it to me.

I know, I know. Pathetic. But I can’t help it. I miss the little guy. It sucks when I don’t see him in the morning. I miss it when he smiles at me as I go into his room to pick him up. And I’m not even sure how I started my day before spending an hour with him in bed as he happily kicks and thrashes about on the bed while laughing hysterically. Some people need coffee to function but I just need a daily dose of my son.

And I don’t care that I’m corny and tacky and a huge pile of mush. That’s just how it is now. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

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