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.

Stuck Like Glue, Smell Like Piss

Will’s favorite new song is Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland. Granted it’s a catchy tune. It’s one of those songs that gets in your head and nests there. Buries itself in the confines of your grey matter and has you singing and humming it to yourself 5,000 times a day. And that number increases exponentially [...] [...]

Will & All the Single Ladies

There are many things I hope to pass on to my son. A rapier wit, unrivaled intelligence, never-ending handsomeness and gargantuan manhood. But some of my traits are better left on the sideline. One such flaw of mine is the dreaded White Man’s Shuffle in place of actual dance moves. While I learned at an [...] [...]

A Peek Behind the Curtain

It was MJ’s birthday yesterday, so on Saturday night she took a well deserved night for herself. She went out with two of her friends to this fantastic restaurant called the Brazilian Grill. They serve Churrasco a Rodizio which means Rotisserie Barbecue, and basically that translates into an endless supply of every kind of mouth-watering [...] [...]

Behold the Irish Dancing Baby

Saturday mornings, before I leave for work, are reserved for Will and Daddy. More specifically, it is reserved for cranking up Irish music on the laptop and rocking out like the complete geeks that we are. So please excuse my singing voice and take in Will the Albino Irish Albino Dancing Baby in all of [...] [...]

So You Think You Can Dance?

All too often I’m afraid of looking stupid or silly. I know what you’re thinking. “Aaron, you post pictures of yourself in a wife beater for a handful of people all the world to see on the Internet.” This is true, but the Web provides a certain layer of anonymity. Almost like it’s not really [...] [...]