goodbyeprincess

About Me

I’m a 30-year-old father and husband living on a peninsula 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 newspaper reporter with a penchant for turning a phrase and a sense of humor as dry as the Sahara.This blog is mainly about my life as a new dad, but I’m also prone to talk about marriage, sports, politics and pop culture. I’m a Boston sports fanatic and my hatred for all New York teams knows no bounds. I’m honest to a fault, prone to cross a few lines but simultaneously heartfelt and sincere. But whether I’m describing the time I manually pumped my wife’s breast while she was nursing or writing about how much my son enriches my life, the only promise I can make is I’ll update often and I can’t help but be passionate. Thanks for stopping by!

Thanks Dad

It’s been more than two weeks since I detailed our ordeal with little Alex, and I’m still getting crap from anti-choice zealots. Like these gems: I am confused. Why is the couple supposed to feel better about having an abortion and cutting the obviously living baby’s life short? Why is that supposed to be better [...] [...]

Tempered Enthusiasm

“WE’RE PREGNANT!!!” I remember when we told everyone we were expecting our first child. It was spectacular. Everyone was so happy. And not just feigned happiness either, I’m talking zippety-doo-da, nitrous oxide overload happy. The plethora of reactions when you tell loved ones you’re pregnant for the first time include just some of the following: [...] [...]

Bloggin’ Ain’t Easy

“What the hell are you always doing on that computer?” Ever since I started my blog and began dabbling in all the corresponding social media accoutrements, that phrase has escaped my wife’s lips on multiple occasions. I don’t blame her. My wife, bless her heart, is largely ignorant of all things Internet so it’s not [...] [...]

What Kind of Dad Am I?

The red wagon cruises clumsily through the neighborhood with a blonde-haired boy in tow. All of the sand used to battle winter’s icy roads has collected in small islands on the street, creating a harsh sandpaper effect when sandwiched between the hard plastic wheels and the concrete road. The goofy golden retriever with her tongue [...] [...]

Will 2.0

Two years ago, if you asked me to describe myself, I would’ve said I was a husband. That I was a writer. A loyal friend. Not to mention a really, really, ridiculously good looking militant Boston sports fan. With the exception of the Derek Zoolander quote, I’m still all those things. But on April 3, [...] [...]