My cousin Austin has an awesome band called Roscoe who played to a packed house on Friday night. The Swede and I listened to their last album on repeat for three days straight on our roadtrip to Montana last summer, so we were super pumped when we found out that they were having a concert while we're in town. We were a little nervous that Jamie was going to freak out at the loud music, but he was fast asleep the entire time. Not that he was bored, of course. I think he just wanted to make sure I could enjoy the concert as much as possible. He's considerate like that.
On Saturday I met up with Jamie's aunties Katelyn, Cary and Kate for Mexican. They showered him with love and kisses and gifts and even though there weren't any margaritas and I was carrying a diaper bag, it felt just like the old days.
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