The Hills Are Aliiiive.. With The Sound Of The Uncool Dad Complaining

The Uncool Dad and family hit up Northala Fields for some Hill-Fili time

A couple of weeks ago I went to visit my older two kids. As you might have guessed, they don’t live with me and due to ‘logistical difficulties’, I haven’t been able to see them much recently. Flanked by the Missus, our youngest little panda and my sister (our pilot for the day), we took them out to IKEA in Wembley for some meatballs (not the best meatballs but the kids love them).

Being an on the fly visit, I hadn’t planned what we were going to do after we had gotten our munch on. My sis recalled all of the times we had driven past Hangar Lane, seen a bunch of tall hills and been like “WTF IS THAT?!”

HILL-FILI TIME, THAT’S WHAT!

LET’S GO!

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Mystery Blogger Award

There’s bloggers that win awards – they’re consistent in what they do, they slog it out and constantly grind to put the best into their blogs/vlogs. These guys post two to four times a week, they’re always up to date with the latest in parenting trends and happenings. Some of them even get paid for it!

And then there’s writers like myself. So self-conscious about what to share that I end up over-sharing at times if not at all, fussing too much about quality over quantity that I end up not writing for almost two months (ok to be fair, I’ve been frickin’ busy with fundraising with the Missus for charity and helping her organise her brand Three Little Pandas’ first birthday party whilst cramming in end of tax year admin and.. well, you know.. working and keeping the kids alive and shit). In the time since my last post, I was also pretty ill before we travelled abroad (and lo and behold, I’m ill again since we got back). Trying to write when you’re ill is an absolute bitch. The long and short of it is that I don’t deserve an award of any type for writing by my standards.

Anyway, I’ve won a fucking award!!! Continue reading “Mystery Blogger Award”

Oi, Your Mum!

The Uncool Dad Recounts The Birth Of His Youngest Son In Tribute To His Missus

Some weeks back on the 8th of March was Women’s Appreciation Day. In all honesty, I completely missed it but it was a day to celebrate the lives and importance of women, the progress made to advance equality for women and to assess the challenges that still remain.

I do appreciate my Missus. She’s easily the best thing that’s ever happened to me (yep, even better than new Star Wars, the return of the Original Nike Air Max 1 shape, Calpol syringes and Pot Noodle). She gives me drive to get out of bed in the morning. And yes, dealing with her can be like stepping on lego barefooted sometimes but I couldn’t imagine life without her. Most importantly, she’s strong enough to put up with my bullshit (and there’s a lot of bullshit).

So this week, I’ve decided to write about the birth of our youngest as promised in a previous post.  Continue reading “Oi, Your Mum!”

Three Little Pandas For Mabuhay Foundation UK Charity Fundraiser Raffle

The Uncool Dad and Three Little Pandas Charity Fundraiser Raffle for Mabuhay Foundation UK – Helping worthy causes in the Philippines.

Hey Guys,

Here’s the link to the Three Little Pandas for Mabuhay Foundation UK Charity Fundraiser Raffle.

There’s some brilliant prizes available and tickets are £2 each or £10 for six.

Please help us make a difference to the lives of those in need in the Philippines.

Thanks

Emil

The Uncool Dad

Three Little Pandas, One Big Dream

The Uncool Dad writes about his Missus’ children’s lifestyle brand and their joint effort to raise funds for the charity Mabuhay Foundation UK.

Behind every good man is a great woman. Behind this arsehole is a queen. Here’s a bit about her children’s lifestyle brand and doing some good to make a difference to the lives of some people in need in the Philippines.

For a long time, the Missus had dreamed of owning and running her own children’s clothing line and after a difficult pregnancy (I’ll share the story another time), she had a new found appreciation of the importance of time. It was around then that she would kick her inhibitions in the sack and knuckle down to start feeding coal into the dream engine. Continue reading “Three Little Pandas, One Big Dream”

The Ballache of Pushing a Pram Around Central London

“Gahhhhhhhh.. I swear, the next person who thinks it’s ok to jump across the front of the pram is gonna get their ankles taken out”, I cursed with my teeth clenched whilst pushing the pram along the busy streets of Central London. The missus however, shakes her head, flashes that smile that I fell in love with before chuckling to herself then linking her arm with mine.

Clearly I’m over-reacting and she knows it. But she’s better than I am – things like this don’t really bother her. I on the other hand am all about etiquette for the most part. Like a typical Londoner, I hate my personal space being invaded. When my son is buckled into his pram, it becomes an extension of me, so jumping over the front of my son’s ride let alone getting too close to it leaves a taste in my mouth worse than drinking orange juice too soon after brushing your teeth. Continue reading “The Ballache of Pushing a Pram Around Central London”