My Parents still Rock it

So, this post is mostly for family, for any Willardson will have little memory of an event where the uncles or my parents are singing.

My parents met in a folk band. Story goes, my Dad was passing by an apartment where he heard a girl singing in through the vents...It was my mom. He had a band, but really wanted a female lead. My Dad is rather shy, so the next part is shocking. He knocked on the door and said he loved her voice, and wanted her to come to their band practice to check them out. My mom said she could go only "right then", so she went in her curlers to the practice. The rest is history. They were their own band at their wedding, barefoot and all.

Growing up, at least a few times a week, my dad would play his guitar to us individually in bed for lullabies. I know, I'm a lucky kid. My childhood was mainly the Beatles, James Taylor, Bob Dylan, and other classics.

My parents have always been in some sort of band. My Dad just started a new classical guitar one with some guys he knows. Not many Hippies turned CFO's keep rockin like he does. Ive always wanted to have my parents hit a professional recording studio and record all our childhood songs. This has yet to happen. However, my Little Brother recorded my parents at a cousins wedding this weekend singing very randomly, and a few other childhood songs with my Dad just practicing. Notice he is sitting outside the closet on the stairs. This is mainly my Dad in these videos...I hope to record many more, but this is what Tommy and I have been watching all day. Miss you Mom and Dad!









My dad played this at their best friends funeral, Lisa. She was from Idaho and loved this song.

Politics

SO We aren't huge into politics, but this made us cry and pee ourselves.

Love My kid

I don't know if Moms every these experiences like I do... Some days you struggle just to get through without wanting to REALLY yell at your kid. Or hearing your name, oh, every 15 seconds. Then, there are the moments that hit you like a wave...LOVE. WOW. How could I love someone so much? How can his giggle, smile, and personality just be better than anything to you some days?? How can it be that after I put him to bed, and I'm saying my prayers asking me to help me better a better, more patient mom...I'm filled with love and sneak in his room, get into his toddler bed WITH him, and hold him. Only cause if I didn't, I swear I would burst. Funny, cause most nights, its a countdown till he gets in bed, and others, I just want to hold him. Why?? This is why...


The movies of our past week...Tommy going under anesthetic for getting his teeth done. Yes,I filmed it like any good mother would.
Tommy being a Lion. Need I say more?
Tommy being his Dad and his friends only form of entertainment some days.