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I'm a 33-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.

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Welcome Home

As you may have noticed, the posts are going to be sparse this week. I have a couple of major deadlines for various projects coming up and my attention is temporarily diverted elsewhere.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t share the little moments that hurt count.

I come home after a long day at work and I’m greeted with a heart warming smile as I walk through the door. After I was finished putting my coat and shoes away, I played with him and he clapped his hands excitedly. Father walks in door, kid smiles, hugs and kisses ensue…

It was a Hallmark moment if ever there was one. Well, except for the angry and frustrated wife stewing on the couch with chicken nuggets and a glass of wine because he had been a horror show all day.

But no sooner did I sit down on the couch to watch Baby Einstein’s “Santa,” than Will decided he was going to bust my chestnuts. Literally.

He loves to pull himself up to a standing position nowadays by grabbing onto whatever will support his weight. In this case, he was using my pantleg. I thought it was cute how he’d get halfway up and then fall over with a smile. Well, I don’t think he appreciated me laughing at him because all of a sudden he reached up and instead of grabbing my pants, he took hold of my scrotum and yanked himself into a standing position with great gusto.

Oh well, at least it made MJ smile.

6 comments to Welcome Home

  • Beachdog

    Lucky Will has little hands :)

  • Right back atcha on the comments, dude! And I have a Will, too. Be warned, it’s an apt name. Also, I like the fancy curtain rods still in the package in the picture of you and your Will on your homepage. Looks like you’re about as good at getting projects done around the house as my husband is… :)

  • Cape Cod Gal

    Awesome! I knew that you’d get it some day!

  • I wish my kids would do that to my husband sometimes!

  • JEE

    Quit complaining. You already have a baby, their duties are largely ceremonial now.

  • DaddyFiles1

    Beachdog: nice one. Well done.

    Jenny: I’m useless. My wife handles household repairs and projects. She also fixes cars in a pinch.

    Cape Cod Gal: I can’t wait til you have kids. Revenge will be so sweet.

    Jenn: Damage to a man’s testicles should not be wished upon anyone.

    JEE: You’re right. I just look forward to the nights where I’m allowed to retrieve them off the shelf, slap em on and use them. And just FYI, I told the photographer to get a few shots of you on the sly while he was there. I will post them as soon as I can! =)