Birthday Love

What a week it’s been… My Book gets the approval for publishing, my article on autism/spectrum disorder is published by an Autism National Publication, I was featured on the UK’s #1 Parent Blog Website, have had over 2,000 visitors to my blog this week alone from over 25 different countries, and yet the above  is still the best thing to happen to me all week. 

Thx little guy for #1 remembering and #2 the awesome gift. 

Dad Chair, Son Chair

See here’s the thing, there is something about being a guy that is innately passed down from father to son.  Fixing stuff, yard word, stone building… and sitting around doing nothing on your favorite chair. 

Busy, busy day today… Man stuff… Boy stuff… Dad stuff… Son stuff… (Dr Suess style right there).  

Dad raised rock walls, son sailed ships across the narrow sea… And both ended their day with a cup of the finest mead on their own iron throne.   


Every guy needs his own man.


What it Means to be a Dad

I never know his to start these things. It’s always so weird thinking that there are people out there who read my stuff other than my family and friends. I mean you don’t know me. The only thing u all have in common is you’re bored at work and looking for something to read that hasn’t blocked by your boss on the Internet. I’ve enjoyed writing this blog almost as much as I’ve enjoyed being a father the last 13+ months. It’s never boring, it’s never easy… But most of all it’s never NOT worth it.

I’ve tried to touch on some topics that everyone encounters… Fathers, mothers, families, friends of people with kids, etc. here’s the thing, I still don’t think I’ve really been able to figure out what it really means to be a father.

Having a kid is like having an insane parrot glued to your shoulder. Sometimes I think how much I love him. I look at him and think I couldn’t love any person any more right now. And sometimes… maybe even in the same minute… I think to myself maybe I’ll just leave him at the next gas station. I think that sums up fatherhood decently right… Love and Frustration.

So what else? I think being a father is about learning to focus on the things you do well and asking for support with the things that you’re not so good at and being able to share the responsibilities. A perfect example to this point: I don’t know what I would do if Stephanie didn’t take care of our monetary situation. I’m not even sure how to use an ATM. The wife knows the bank we use. I couldn’t even ball park how much money we have. Thank god I can rely on her to keep us out of the red. So I guess that’s another fatherhood descriptor… Sharing and Reliability.

I keep going back to being able to teach my son about the world… How to handle certain situations and maneuver through an ever changing society. There are so many important lessons I want to teach my son… important things, tidbits of knowledge necessary to survive. Like… How how to open a sleeve of saltines without breaking them into a million pieces when you try to get them out. I’d like to teach him how to end a conversation normally. I can’t just walk away from a conversation. Have you ever tried to walk away? I’m always trying to say something witty and funny, but it usually just comes out sounding creepy. I guess being a father means being a teacher too.

In all reality I think the biggest thing I’ve learned being a dad just to be there for my son. Through ups and downs, as long as I’m around I think we’ll be ok.

One of the greatest “dad moments” ever… “no Olympic emotional outburst is ever likely to dislodge Derek Redmond’s Olympic 400 meter dash at the 1992 Games. What made this moment special was that it brought into focus not just the near-heroic desperation of a single professional athlete but a much more universal theme: the nature of parenthood.”

After hearing his hamstring pop and realizing his Olympic Dreams were over, Redmond got up off the track and refused to be helped off. With about 120 meters still to go Jim Redmond, Derek’s father hoped the barrier and reached his son. He puts his arm around him and whispered, I’m here son. We’ll finish this together.”


Charity Work

Charity work is something that I wish I had more time for… shoot, spending more time with my son and wife is something I wish I had more time for.  Being an educator is something that I spend the majority of time doing… yes I get paid for it, but its something that I can do to leave the world a better place.  I feel good about myself and the work that I do when I go home at home at night, there’s always the wish that you could do more, but like the quote says: “A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. But the world may be different, because I was important in the life of a child.”

Every now and again the family and I like to give back beyond what we normally do.  It never feels like a lot, and it definitely never feels like enough.  Yet, somehow giving back is never easy.  Someone is always too busy, or too tired or just not interested.  I want Jax to be a caring person.  I’d like to raise him to do his best for himself and for others and I know the best way to teach is to model.  So Saturday morning Jax and I took a ride down to Danbury Ambulance’s Annual “Stuff an Ambulance” event (which collects non-perishable foods and donations for The Dorothy Day House, The Women’s Shelter and The Food Pantry in Danbury.)

Now listen, I know the kid has no idea what was going on… I know all he was looking for was something to chew on… but it’s the point that we do these things together.  It’s being a family, who although not as much as we’d like, helps others.  Either way, it was nice to be able to help people in need.

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If you want to support Danbury Ambulance’s charity work you can contact me through the site or leave a comment on this page and I’ll get back to you ASAP.

6.14.14 – God, Family and the Green Bay Packers


’ve always been interested in writing “for something”… a blog, a website, a book… Something other than status updates or “live tweeting” the State of the Union Address. So, recently I had been searching for the right opportunity, and when I was approached by a start-up website with the possibility of being a writer I decided to take a shot. What better way to get my start then to write about The GREEN BAY PACKERS. I mean as a part owner I should have plenty of insight and knowledge right? Well fast forward a few days after submitting my “interview” article and I’m now a senior writer on staff!

I want to share the article I submitted to get the job, which in turn would go on to become my first published article. (To Jax, Hope you like it:

My Favorite Green Bay Packer
When I was asked to do this article, I was told to pick my favorite all-time Green Bay Packer and write a description of him. Immediately my head was swimming with choices and confusion…would it be Sterling Sharpe, who was Calvin Johnson before Calvin Johnson was even born? How about Brett Favre, the “Gunslinger of the North,” who kept us in every game? Or what about Charles Woodson, who displayed the heart of a lion and tried to play through a broken collarbone in order to bring back the Lombardi Trophy home? Those are all obvious choices…There are hundreds to choose from; I mean, come on! We are the most legendary franchise in the NFL, right?

But to me there is more to the Green Bay Packers than the legendary figures who once and still roam The Frozen Tundra…to me, there is something else that makes our fan base a “real living, breathing thing.” Family… Vince Lombardi said it, my parents said it… heck, I’m saying it now… family is what makes being a Packers fan (and owner) so special.

My son was born just over a month and a half ago and the joy of being a father sometimes gets lost in dirty diapers and sleepless nights… when the thoughts of Rodgers to Nelson are far, far away. Yet, it’s that quick thought of ARod lofting a touchdown pass, even if for a fleeting second, that gets me so excited. The thought of sharing the Green Bay Packers with my son, the thought of Sundays with him in my lap, the thought of putting him in his first Clay Mathews jersey, the thought of something that is bigger than me, bigger than him… because the Packers make it about “US.”

To me growing up so far from Lambeau Field made it tough to find someone who wasn’t rooting for those teams in New York or Boston… it was lonely on the East Coast as a Packers fan. But as I grew I realized that we are everywhere and even though sometimes only connected by “The Internets” (as my mom calls it), we are all family. Now that family—my family—has grown and I have the opportunity to share something that is more than a game with my little man. And although there is no doubt there will be stories about that Gunslinger of the North, and the guy they called The Golden Boy, it will be more about my son and I and the experiences we share together.

Besides, Coach Lombardi couldn’t have been wrong… he added it in his Top 3… God, FAMILY and THE GREEN BAY PACKERS!

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