Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Like I said before, the rain hung over NH for most of our vacation up there, but we did get one day that we pretty near perfect and we jumped right on it with a quick hike.

…an hour or so from the sound of traffic.

I turned us around right when it was starting to get good..

(photo by Kate)

Saturday morning after an easy run and a stop at the Farmer’s Market, we cleaned up and walked over to The Brooklyn Flea to grab some lunch.  Noah sang us a song.

One more from the ladder…

One more from the swinging plank…

Noah chasing me around the playground may, or may not, have cause a scooter wreck..

Early morning tunneling our last day in Providence with The Deaners.

Breakfast.

Park #1

Stuck croc.

Park #2!

Lost and found.

Then like that, we were gone..  headed back to NYC, with a quick stop for lunch in New Haven.

Now I’m a little bummed that I can’t make the color right on this pizza because this thing was a beast.  I feel like this photo isn’t very appetizing, but trust me, it was great.  I think it was called the “Italian Bomb” pizza.  Pepperoni, Sausage, Bacon, Peppers, Mushrooms…  I’m sure I’m missing some other stuff, but you get the idea.

Noah ran back to the car, I crawled…  belly full of bomb.

Thanks for having us Joshua, Amanda, and Julian!  It was great to spend the weekend with you kids, see your friends, see the beach, see the Charest’s, and see your parks.  Can’t wait to go back.

The other weekend Nathan and Geneva called and invited Noah and I (Kate was out) to get some ice cream with them.  “Them” included Nate and Geneva’s dogs Bowie and Iman.

Mint chip…  get out of my head…  Soo.. goood..

Those kids finished their ice cream and had to handle some other things so Noah and I went to the park.  When we got to the park at first I thought all the toys were gone, then I realized some kids had organized them all into one corner of the park.  Amazing.

Wardrobe failure.

Is this a beetle?  What is it doing?  I bet Noah’s Uncle Matt would know.  Maybe it’s eating something… maybe it’s cloning itself!

Last Saturday we met up with Kristin, Tony, Hannah, and Bradley at their house on Long Island.

Noah was psyched on the bucket and shovels they got him.

Lunch.

Waiting for lunch.

Eating lunch with help from phone books.

“Do I drive it like this Grampa?” Noah said.  “Yeaahh Noaahhh, except it needs to be red!” said (my cousin) Jasper.

Kate and Kristin grew up together.  They probably used to pretend to change baby diapers…

Noah taking it to the big kids pool.

Bradley and his wobbly front tooth.

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