on October 16, 2016,
our sweet daughter,
was born at 12:33 in the afternoon.
She weighed 7 lbs 10 oz and measured 20.5 in.
She has taken our hearts and taught us that…
the best things come in threes.
Things were spiraling fast – food was being thrown on the floor (Benji), people were refusing to eat (Maddie) and everyone was on the verge of mania. A particularly rambunctious dinner time in the Wilhelm household, it was time to pull out my tricks. I sang all of our songs. I promised a fun tubby time. I pitted their eating skills against each other (Benjamin was winning). Finally, I broke out the big guns – a new book!
Daddy Flies is the sweet story of Katie, a military brat, and her quest to figure out just what her daddy, an airman, does at work all day. Katie wonders across the pages with a darling sense of humor, one that my daughter Maddie (three years old) easily related to. The rhyming prose is effortless, without being too mature. The illustrations are simple but captivating. And when we reached the final page, as she swallowed her final bite of chili, Maddie shouted, “NOW AGAIN!” #winning
Thank you, Brye Butler Steeves, for giving our family a patriotic children’s book that hits close to home without being confusing or hokey (and that gets us through dinner time unscathed)! I can only hope that you make it a series covering all of the military bases (see what I did there)! Daddy Jumps: The story of a proud paratrooper papa, Brye?? Take it and run!!
*A copy of Daddy Flies was provided by the author for review purposes.
We recently acquired a magnificent new Pottery Barn Kids table and chairs set from Craigslist, and, as I knew it would, it has proved itself quite useful. It has been a place for Madeline to explore all of the arts (painting, coloring, stamp-padding, play-doughing), a place to play board games, and, much to my delight, Madeline quickly figured out that it is a great place to stage imaginary play. I’ve been served some five-star, four-course meals from her play kitchen at our new table. She arranges her plates on a tray and brings it to the table to serve from. Then she bosses me on what to eat first. It’s legit.
This morning, Madeline placed her cash register on the table and insisted I go shopping at the commissary. So I pulled out the shopping cart and started filling it with a few items from her fridge. Before I could even check out, she decided it would be much better for us to switch places. So I took my rightful place as head cashier of the commissary, set up my hidden camera and filmed our romp into the Land of Make-Believe.