We Were Only Supposed To Go Out For Lunch..

The Uncool Dad Takes The Missus And Their Youngest For Lunch In Holborn And End Up On The South Bank

 

Earlier this week, the Missus and I took our youngest son Benjamin to My Old Dutch in Holborn for lunch. I ate too much (honestly, check the size of the pancake, it was called the “My Old Dutch” for anyone that cares) so we decided to go for a “short walk”.

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Letting Children Be Children

The Uncool Dad addresses the pressures of being a child

A few weeks ago, the Missus and I were walking past the British Museum on our way home from visiting my parents in Fitzrovia. End of term was fast approaching for the kids and we were having a conversation about what to do with them over the summer holidays. Now being a few weeks back, I can barely remember the full details of the conversation (to be honest, I can barely remember if I had my daily movements this morning let alone a conversation we had four weeks ago) but it was about how other parents at the school make their minions do extra lessons, extra tuition and the mysterious art of Kumon (what the fuck is Kumon?!) outside of the hours that they already put in at school. I don’t know about your minis but after a full day at school, our younglings are cream crackered!

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Having “The Talk” with your kids

The Uncool Dad’s thoughts on the inevitable and impending conversation with his kids

My eldest son is 12. 13 this year. Next month actually. He’s a handsome chap (despite a terrible hair do) so I regularly take the piss and tease him by asking him about the girlfriend that he doesn’t have (supposedly), much to the dismay of my sister and the missus who think I’m going to give him a complex. It’s just a bit of banter. But he’s a cheeky bugger so I let him have it.

After putting it on him for a bit, he’ll usually try to shift the heat onto his sister by bringing up a boy in her class. But Daddy knows all about him.. Continue reading “Having “The Talk” with your kids”

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.

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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, 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”