Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Noah’s “not feel good” hurts today.

Something changed at Noah’s school. It used to be that every kid was psyched to see their parents when they came to pick them up at the end of the day. Some, including Noah, would even come running up for a hug from time to time. These days, it feels like every parent has to convince their kids to not only leave day care, but get dressed. Some even have to convince their kids to walk home.

Yesterday Noah hid behind the door to the classroom when I showed up.

At least it ended well.

Field trip!

There are lines in the city for everything.

Things were already rolling when we got to our seats.

The star of the show.

Trust me when I tell you that every kid in this place was yelling as loud as they could.

Except this dude… Who wasn’t psyched at all and wanted to leave.

The end.

Yesterday, after 28 days in the hospital, Grampa Holt went home. Such a relief. Thanks to everyone who was pulling for him, and props to Auntie Mindy for spending the last week sleeping on a cot in Grampa’s room, helping out where she could and keeping everyone updated.

Flashback to last Wednesday morning when we woke up in White River Junction, VT. We battled a freak snowstorm in hopes of helping Grampa battle the boredom of bouncing around hospital rooms for almost a month.

Grampa’s last room had the best view.

The doctors encouraged Grampa to walk as much as he could, so that we did.

Grampa’s dob kit. A sign he was going to get out soon, you can’t keep a player down.

Today marks three weeks since Grampa Holt went in to have his gallbladder removed. He should have gone home the same day but his digestive system refused to play nice and got itself into a bind requiring a couple surgeries and a whole bunch of patience. It’s been a long, tough three weeks.

The other night Noah distracted Grampa with a couple stories.

See you (in person) tomorrow Grampa!