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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.

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It Takes a Village to Go on Vacation

I have a bunch of pictures to post of the wedding and the reception, which is good because I don’t really remember the end of the reception. It was a very fun time, the bride and groom looked fantastic and their friends are a friggin riot. Let’s just say after 7 hours of open bar, I’m surprised the state of New Jersey actually had alcohol left in it. But I’m proud to say that despite more beers than I could count and two double shots of Jack Daniels and Jagermeister, there was no vomiting! Although I did spend the entire day on Sunday holed up in my hotel room avoiding all noise, sunlight and people.

But before I get to the wedding photo essay, I want to thank all of our friends and relatives who are the best people on Earth. I realized that taking a vacation doesn’t just involve us anymore. It involves my co-worker Stephanie and her husband Adam who volunteered to take one of our dogs. It involves my parents who have already come through for us more times than I can count. They not only took Will for four days, but they also paid for Fenway to be kenneled in a nice place that socializes the dogs during the day so she wouldn’t have to be penned up all day. Words can’t express how grateful we are to them. And to my father-in-law Tom and his girlfriend Donna, who used their credit card to hold the hotel room for us because we didn’t have one available. And finally, to our good friends Vic and Alicia who were sneaky as hell and paid for the damn hotel room without us knowing. I am absolutely furious at them for doing that, and simultaneously touched and grateful that we have such unbelievable friends. Combined, they have served three tours of duty in Iraq and they are both personal heroes of mine. But as impressive as their commitment to fighting for our freedom is, that’s not why I love them so much. You just won’t meet better people anywhere you go. Seriously, I love you guys. But you’re still dead for paying that hotel bill. We’ll get you back, believe that!

Anyways, with the kid and dogs and hotel room taken care of we were able to enjoy the wedding. Here’s some of what transpired:

The bride and groom

The bride and groom

Sober

Sober

3 beers deep

3 beers deep

6 beers deep

6 beers deep

Fully drunk and dancing with the groom

Fully drunk and dancing with the groom

Vic & Alicia sharing a "Awww" moment

Vic & Alicia sharing an "Awww" moment

That's a groomsman with no pants on in the middle of the reception!

That's a groomsman with no pants on in the middle of the reception!

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