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.

Working Parents Have a Tougher Job Than Those Who Stay at Home

Working parents give 110% just like stay-at-home parents, but it’s split between work and home. But you know what happens when you give 55% at work and 55% at home? You constantly feel like you’re not doing enough in either role and you’re perpetually torn between the two. While stay-at-home parents can say with complete certainty they’ve devoted themselves to their kids, working parents are in limbo. They have to work to bring in money so their spouse can afford to stay at home, but they can’t work so much that they become strangers to their families. But the line between work and home is constantly shifting or being redrawn in the sand. [...]

Farter & Son

I’m not sure what exactly it is about guys and our amusement with bodily functions, but the two of us laughed like hell. Seriously. I don’t remember ever laughing so hard, and Will could barely breathe with all of his belly laughs. For a good two minutes we just cracked ourselves up over and over again. We had just about stopped when Will told me to be quiet, scrunched up his face and farted again. Which started another round of irrepressible laughter. Then he wrapped his arms around my neck and said “I love you Dada.” [...]

Keep the Fire Stoked

What I thought was dead turned out to simply be dormant. Despite having neglected the fire and poured water on it, the unseen embers were still burning hot. Hot enough to reignite the fire when neither of us thought it was possible, all on its own. But only because we took great care in making sure it was built right. Built to last. Built to burn not with early intensity which ultimately fizzles, but a long, slow heat that will see us through the rain and the times we don’t tend to one another properly. [...]

Women Are Crazy

First of all, I do not understand the concept of taking the time to purchase something and then all of a sudden not liking it. Whether it’s accessories, clothes, gadgets, etc. it just doesn’t make sense. If I buy something it’s because I’ve researched it, compared it to other items and decided that’s the one I want. So the idea of my wife looking at purses, searching for one with specific characteristics, finding it, buying it and then NOT liking it, is just foreign to me. [...]

A Sinking Feeling

In case you missed Part I of my camping saga, you can read it here. Last Saturday, after completing our hike up Mt. Cutler in Maine, MJ and I were on top of the world. We were sore and our muscles ached, but we were proud. For the first time in a long time we [...] [...]