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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 slightly twisted sense of humor. This blog is mainly about my life as a new dad, but I'm also prone to talk about marriage, sports, movies 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!

Sick Day

It’s Friday morning, 2:30 a.m. Will is crying. Hard. I drag my groggy ass into his bedroom and smell something nasty. I shrug it off and pin it on the bag of diapers that I just took out of the diaper pail but hadn’t taken out to the dumpster yet. Then I reached into his [...]

That Look

“Will! Do NOT climb on those chairs!!”
It was the third time I had barked the order at him. We have two chairs at our breakfast bar in the kitchen. One is the regular height of a normal everyday chair, and the other one resembles a bar stool, but with a back on it. A few [...]

BOOOO Canada!!

I don’t particularly enjoy hockey, but I would love to see the entire country of Canada collectively commit suicide over this game. My son has similar feelings. Check it out. Nothing like teaching blind nationalism at an early age.

Tiger: Embrace It

I hate Tiger Woods.
I fully admit, he’s probably the best athlete to ever don funny pants and walk around hitting a small ball with a crooked club. He’s only a few years older than I am, so I distinctly remember being a teenager and watching him make his meteoric rise to stardom. The world LOVED [...]

Bad Grandma

My mother was hoping I wouldn’t write about this, but it’s too good to pass up.
Last week my parents were nice enough to take me and Will out to lunch, and then drive us all the way back to the Cape. After a splendid meal at the Picadilly Pub, we packed Will and ourselves into [...]