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!”
The Uncool Dad and Three Little Pandas Charity Fundraiser Raffle for Mabuhay Foundation UK – Helping worthy causes in the Philippines.
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.
The Uncool Dad
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”
“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”
The Uncool Dad on the perils of wearing white sneakers around the kids
We were walking down Oxford Street – myself with the Missus, the two minis and the mini-mini in his tank (ok his pram. But it’s a solid piece of baby ride hence its nickname). The pavement was wet from the prior rainfall. And then it happened – the moment when I was ready to set my step-son’s Pokémon cards on fire.
Continue reading “White Sneakers – The Bane of Parenthood for a Sneakerhead”
Recently the Missus and I have been speaking quite a bit about whether we should put our two year-old little panda Benjamin into pre-school. The conversation sparked when we (she) received a call from a local family centre saying that we are entitled to 15 hours per week and with the cost of childcare being the cause of many a hernia, this wasn’t a conversation that I could just “sure, whatever you want babe” my way out of.
Last week, we went through what was for us a major milestone – Benjamin relinquishing his last dummy.. something that we were dreading for fear of him going full on, inconsolable beast mode in its absence, when in actual fact it turned out to be much the opposite – he’s engaging and communicating more, his speech is improving rapidly and surprisingly sleeping deeper than if he took sleeping beauty’s apple, brewed it into a special cellar cider and smashed it off through his sippy cup. It was as if his dummy was the plug keeping him an infant, ready to be pulled to let out the next stage of childhood.
Continue reading “Is Our 2 Year-Old Ready For Pre-School”
Our two year old goes through the motions of growing up, from wearing his breakfast as a hat to saying goodbye to his dummy
It started with the image above. I was on my way to work when I received a message from the Missus. She had sent me the image of Benjamin, our two year old sitting on the sofa covered in Ready-Brek. Look back at the photo.. Look at how cute his sad face is, he looks like a sad face emoji! Awww hahaha!
Me: “What happened?!?!”
The Missus: “I went to the kitchen to make my toast and I hear him go “oooh” in his sad voice, come back in and he’s covered in this frickin porridge. LOL I tried to take it out of his hair with a wet wipe and it bloody stuck! Need to shower him now. Arghhh”
Continue reading “That Was The Last Dummy, Dummy!”