Jon Schmidt

Sometimes Jon Schmidt plays the piano in the mountains.

And sometimes we have friends who tell us how to get free tickets.

And sometimes we invite our family to crash the party we're crashing too.

And sometimes Tommy can miss bedtime one more night.

And sometimes Wolf Mountain is on our way home.

And sometimes Jon plays upside down.

And sometimes Jon plays with his toes

And sometimes Jon is a rockstar with a stupid wig.

Those times are beautiful.

Wanna see more?

We got there early and had too much time to hang around.

Tommy crawled and crawled and crawled ALL over that hill.

Isn't he so handsome?

And he wanted to play cards too, but he's not very good at it yet, so we made him be on his own team.

Josh cuddled Tommy through the entire concert, he fell asleep while we were standing applauding for the encore. And slept through the encore and then we woke him up. 

It was cold and we were glad for the blanket.

Stella thought the show was fantastic.

Garret is 10 (ish?) and is just figure out exactly how lame his aunt can be. 

Stella found her tongue.

That purple windbreaker is housing one adorable 8 year old child.

Tommy slept the whole way home (because he loves me) and we were certainly glad to fall into bed when we got home.