Johna did her annual girls’ weekend leaving Kyler and I to fend for ourselves (read: do whatever WE wanted to do). Kyler wasn’t about to let me off the hook and he let me know it right away Saturday morning with a 6:30am wake up call. I ignored the first request.
6:40: “Daddy. Daddy.”
6:45: “Daddy! All done.”
6:47: “Daddy!! All done! Daddy. Up!”
By 6:48am we were both up. I thought he might go for sleeping in mom and dad’s bed for a bit. He did. For two minutes. Then it was all business.
“Daddy. All done. Up. Shower!”
I figured I was going to loose this battle so I got up, made some coffee (incorrectly) and got him some milk. He insisted that I get the day started.
“Daddy. Shower!”
Kyler’s a man of few words and doesn’t waste time getting to the point.
I got ready and decided Kyler and I should have breakfast together, preferably cooked by someone else. We went straight to “THE Original Pancake House” (that’s how its written on their sign, which suggests that there is a Pancake House, an Original Pancake House and then THE Orig… eh, you get the idea…).
A few things hit me during breakfast. First, at some point, I became completely comfortable wearing (not carrying, but WEARING) the floral Vera Bradley diaper bag / backpack that we carry Kyler’s stuff in. Second, I no longer forget stuff like milk or diapers when leaving the house. Third, I’ve really become comfortable taking Kyler out on my own – it wasn’t until we were at the restaurant that I realized there would be a number of single-parent-for-the-weekend logistical challenges … like keeping him entertained.
But the two of us did fantastic! We read a book while waiting for the table. Colored a bit when seated and then fought over pancakes. I assumed he and I could share an order along with a small fruit cup, however it became clear quickly that it would be a race to see who could eat more. He won.
We then went shopping. Kyler helped pick out clothes that mommy later vetoed. (The guy at the store said I needed to wear it with “swagger” to get by … judging by the fact that I didn’t know “swagger” was required for the clothing I picked, I promptly returned them.) We also went out to the airport to look at planes. Kyler decided to sleep right before we got there.
Misc. errands, lunch at Noodles, some puppy kisses from Charlotte, the dog of a woman I didn’t know who was out shopping and thought Kyler was as cute as Kyler thought her puppy was, and some playtime outside later, we called it a day, wrapping up with dinner with my brother.
The next morning, Kyler hit “repeat.”
6:30: “Daddy. Daddy!”
6:35: “Daddy. All done. Daddy. Up! Daddy!”
I figured I’d just skip the dance and get to the point. I got up, got him some milk and headed for the shower when he stopped me…
“Daddy. Paka.”
What?
“Daddy. Paka! Paka!”
Pancakes?
(nods) “Aga. Paka.” (”aga” means “again”)
Hey… if Kyler wants pancakes, then Kyler’s gonna get pancakes. We got ready and returned to restaurant a day later and a bit smarter. Or so I thought. Kyler managed to plow through the entire berry cup, the kids 5x 1 dollar pancakes and as much of my pancakes as he could fit into his mouth while still saying “mo, pleees.”
While I didn’t take nearly enough pictures of the weekend, the two of us had a great time. I enjoyed absolutely every moment of it. While I missed Johna during her trip, I think there’s something important about Kyler and I bonding like this over these weekends. He and mom get to bond all throughout the day every week, I only get to spend time with him when I’m not working … so some one-on-one time does a lot of good.
The pictures below were from a walk we took before having lunch. Kyler loved the “wa-wa” and seemed to be just as pensive looking at the water as the pictures below suggest he was.

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