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#ThanksBaby, For Proving Me Wrong

Once I held him, all the uncertainty evaporated.

I’m not going to go so far as to call Tommy a mistake or completely unplanned. MJ and I were considering a third but we decided to table the discussion for a few months so we could take stock of where we were and how things were going. I thought that was the smart, conservative, common sense play — especially because, well, I wasn’t exactly sure a third kid was what I wanted.

Two weeks and a couple of pink lines later, the decision had been made for me.

I was more than a little anxious at the thought of a third child. For starters, we lived in a rented duplex we had already outgrown with two kids. Second, I was unhappy in my job and looking to make a move. But lastly, I had always planned on stopping at two kids. Two seemed manageable with man-to-man defense as opposed to being outnumbered and having to resort to zone. Not to mention all the studies that show parents of three kids are the most unhappy and stressed. I just thought it would be…a lot.

But all of that evaporated the second I held Tommy.

He was so chill and alert — eyes open from the start. And somehow I was 100% certain beyond all measure of a doubt that we hadn’t been complete until that very moment. I don’t know how all this stuff works or why it happens this way, as mysteries of the universe owe us no explanation. But I do know I had been worried for no reason because five seconds after holding him, I realized I hadn’t known what I had been missing until right then.

I was right about it being a lot, though. A lot of love. A lot of cuteness. A lot of Tommy’s fundamental awesomeness and his big personality that cracks me up every single day. A lot of brotherly devotion among all three of my boys. And a lot of dope-slapping myself for ever doubting it could be any other way.

And when Tommy arrived, so too did my resolve to improve our lot.

I got a new job the exact day he was born, that allowed me to work in public relations in Boston and join a fantastic group of people where I’m truly happy. From there, I worked my butt off to save enough money to buy a new house in a picturesque town with a wonderful school system where all my kids will thrive. We went from bursting at the seams and paying someone else’s rent to each kid having his own bedroom and even a little yard in which to play.

In a way, it was Tommy who inspired me and gave me the push to be the best version of myself I could be.

Our new home

So to Tommy, I say #ThanksBaby. Thanks for making me realize I don’t always know what I’m talking about and surprises can be fantastic instead of frightening. As someone who LOVES to be right more than just about anything, it’s been the pleasure of my life to have been so wrong.


Sunday is Father’s Day and I’ve partnered with Pampers on their #ThanksBaby campaign. In addition to this post and some great stuff from me and other dads on social media, we’re also hosting a Twitter chat on June 17 at 8 pm EST, where you could win a VISA gift card worth $250.

Also, please check out and share this amazing video from Pampers honoring dads.

Disclosure: I have partnered with Life of Dad and Pampers for this campaign, but as always, all opinions are my own.

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Poop, Pampers, and Preparedness on Father’s Day


fatherxs_day_038***I was compensated for this post but, as always, all opinions are my own.

Boston Beer Works, across the street from Fenway Park, used to be one of my favorite pre- and post-game drink spots. But on June 15, 2008, that all changed.

That was a milestone date for me because it marked my first Father’s Day as a dad. Will was a mere two months old, and we went to Fenway for the very first time together. The Red Sox weren’t playing, but they opened up the field to families for a Father’s Day celebration. We were able to walk around in center field, take a little tour of the park, and breathe in some good old-fashioned nostalgia courtesy of America’s favorite pastime.

When that was done, we marched across the street to have a beer and grab some food. And that’s when it all fell apart.

You see, we had only been parents for two months. We were rookies. Novices. Amateurs. In addition to being so inexperienced, we were also struggling financially and seeking any and every corner to cut to make things more affordable. And one of those corners was diapers.

We had been using discount diapers to save a few bucks, because we figured “hey, there’s no real difference in quality, right?” Wrong. Very wrong. Disgustingly and immeasurably wrong.

While sitting down for beers and snacks, MJ began breastfeeding Will. Even though the restaurant was pretty crowded, I still remember the sound that came from that tiny 2-month-old’s body. It was a wet slapping noise accompanied by a full body twitch. Before I could say “what the heck was that,” it became all too apparent what “that” was. Because “that” was running down Will’s legs.

MJ saw the horror in my eyes, but then her own eyes went wide with fright as she felt excrement flowing down her arms. And then onto her lap. And then a little bit on the table and booth.

As newbies, we were petrified. I remember literally being frozen in place with fear because we were out in public, our baby was crapping on everything, and we didn’t know what to do. MJ took him to the bathroom to clean him up, trying to save the outfit which was comically beyond help. But (again, we were noobs) we hadn’t packed a spare onesie either, so we had to just wrap poor Will in small blankets.

We ended up leaving in humiliation before we even ate. And while that didn’t ruin my first Father’s Day, it certainly taught me an important lesson.

Going to Babies “R” Us and spending a little extra money on quality Pampers diapers became Rule #1. We’ve been using Pampers for our kids ever since, because they largely prevent blowouts like this one from happening and they work great even overnight with minimum leakage. Saving money is great, but there are some corners not worth cutting and I’m willing to shell out a little more for a quality product that prevents me from being covered in fecal matter.


And yet as disgusting as that moment was, I’m not sure there will ever be a more memorable Father’s Day. That’s why expensive gifts and lavish items are completely unnecessary and unwanted on Father’s Day. Instead of that, give me the good stuff. Give me an experience or a mini vacation with the family or a day out on the canoe fishing. I’ll take the gift of time and something the kids will remember over material goods every single day of the week.

As long as the Pampers come along for the ride.

And speaking of great products you can grab at Babies “R” Us, you can head into stores right now for these great items until June 30:


And if that doesn’t impress you, then this will.

Thanks to Babies “R” Us and Pampers, I’m doing a giveaway just for you guys. In the comments section, tell me your idea of the perfect Father’s Day. Dads, describe what you want most. Moms/spouses, describe what you think your partner’s perfect Father’s Day would look like. I’ll pick my favorite one and the winner will receive this prize pack:


  • $50 Babies “R” Us gift card
  • Pampers wipes
  • Dreft pen
  • Crayola Chalk
  • Babies “R” Us Changing Pad Station
  • Dad and Me Keepsake Coloring Book

I hope you all have a great (and mess-free) Father’s Day.

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