It looks like we finally have a real instrumental musician in the house. Elizabeth sings all day long (at dinner tonight, the song went, “I’m married, I’m married, There’s a baby in my tummy, I’m married to Tommy, We got married in my church!”). But Susie plays instruments. (Phew! The Willett musicality doesn’t get lost when it skips a generation!) Her work on the cymbals, castanets, and maracas is unrivaled in the house. She plays a pretty mean baby piano, too.
She is adorable! Those curls! And I love Elizabeth’s song!
Remember that no Willett children (or grandchildren, we hope) are allowed to seriously consider the study of percussion or the saxophone. Grandpa, who is the source of the musical genes, says this is non-negotiable.
Her curls are so adorable!