Weekend at Papa's
👨👧 Dad Log
Friday
Showed up to daycare a little after 5. That meant the kids were already upstairs on the playground.
I went up, opened the gate, and the teacher called out, “Nina.” She spotted me and started walking over.
“Yo Dad—don’t forget her bag.”
Blanket, crib sheet, sippy cup. I’d missed it last time. Noted.
I let Nina walk herself down the stairs. There’s a lower railing built for them—she knows how to use it now.
At home, I put her to work right away.
She helped load the dishes. Utensils mostly—she can handle those. Then I handed her the dishwasher tab and let her drop it in.
Shoes off. Put away.
Diaper change.
Then pants—daycare’s working on getting her to do it herself, so I let her try before stepping in.
We went to the bathroom to wash hands. She said it before I did.
“Ash hand!”
I started prepping dinner—sweet potatoes for a shredded BBQ chicken bowl—but she needed rotation.
Milk. Bottle cap. Comb. Cup of water.
Just enough to keep her engaged while I worked.
Everything went into the Instant Pot. Pressure on.
Fed her once it was ready, but it came out too hot. Mixed in avocado mash to bring it down.
Started the bath.
Her tub technically goes to two, but it felt like time to transition. Filled the main tub shallow and kept it controlled.
Got her cleaned up, into PJs.
She passed out quickly on my bed.
System held.
Saturday
Slept in, and so did Nina. We woke up around 10. I had her wash her hands and brush her teeth.
I’d been wanting to start a daddy-daughter Saturday ritual, so I made blueberry pancakes. Strapped her into the high chair, mixed the batter, buttered the pan, and got the first batch going. Once they were ready, I cut them into bite-sized pieces and poured syrup on top while she watched.
As she ate, I got myself ready. She didn’t finish everything, but still hit me with a “Yum.”
We headed downstairs so I could grab coffee. On the way, I pointed things out—“wall,” “door,” “elevator.” When we got back, I let her play solo while I sat with the coffee.
By then it was already lunchtime. Same setup—wash hands, high chair, bib. I tried the shredded BBQ chicken bowl again, but she kept saying “MEH!” and swatting it away. Switched to Greek yogurt with blueberries and strawberries. That worked.
After lunch, I put her down for a nap and knocked out a few chores. About 45 minutes later, she was up—crying, sitting up, ready to go.
I put her sunglasses on, strapped her into the stroller, and headed out.
First stop was Tidehouse on the Neon Vein. We found shade. I got her a bottle of water—it was hot out. She drained it and started playing with the cap until it slipped through the cracks in the bench.
“Uh oh.”
I couldn’t get it either.
Nearby, a couple’s kids were playing giant Connect Four. Nina locked onto it and started moving over. She was too short to reach, so I lifted her up so she could drop the pieces in. She stayed on that for a bit.
We headed back toward the apartment and stopped at the courtyard across the street. Brewery, restaurant, parents posted up with drinks while their kids run around.
She was ready to get out of the stroller, so I let her walk. Steps, gravel, dirt, ramps—she explored everything. At one point she grabbed a boy’s green truck. I said, “Nina, no,” and she put it back. Small win.
I took her to Grease Point next door as a treat. Chicken tenders, fried shrimp, fries, honey mustard. We sat outside. The waitress commented on how cute she was.
Nina was grinning while I fed her—trying new food, dipping everything.
We got home around 7. Skipped the bath.
She passed out.
Sunday
I tried to sleep in, but Nina kept waking up until she finally sat upright on the bed staring at me.
Alright. Guess we’re up.
I got her to attempt the potty, though she’d gotten rusty after spring break at her mom’s. Then came the usual routine: wash hands, brush teeth, high chair deployment.
She kept yelling:
“LO LEY! LO LEY!”
which I eventually realized meant blueberries. She still can’t fully pronounce it.
I made her oatmeal and mixed in her favorite—“lo leys.” She demolished the entire bowl.
After breakfast I cleaned her up and let her roam around the playmat. She grabbed a few animal books, pointed at different animals, and I named them while she tried repeating the words back to me.
Around lunchtime Luca came by. I let him entertain Nina while I cleaned the kitchen and reheated some ground turkey pasta. Same feeding routine afterward. I gave her a bottle of milk, shut the blinds, queued up the sleep playlist, and got her down for her afternoon nap on my bed.
Luca and I ate out on the balcony for a bit before he headed out. On the way back upstairs I grabbed a coffee and started knocking out chores around the apartment.
Then I heard Nina wailing from the bedroom.
Nice. Operational again.
I strapped her into the stroller and took her on the usual loop down the Neon Vein to burn energy and get some fresh air. When we got back, I fed her some leftover shredded BBQ chicken bowl before starting the transition back to her mom’s place.
I packed up the washed blanket, crib sheet, and water bottle into her daycare bag, got her shoes on, and headed toward the parking deck.
She insisted on carrying the bag herself, dragging it across the floor the entire way.
I loaded everything into the car, dropped her off at the mothership, and headed back home.
Another successful rotation.
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