Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Noah giving Sarah and awkward hug/nudge when I picked him up from day care.

We were off to have dinner with Andy, Aransas, Savannah and some of their friends.

Amelia.

A spontaneous game of peek-a-boo.

Rough life Noah…

Amelia’s little brother Seamus.

Our neighbors.

Tim, Ladonna, Chris, and Miles belong to a (not so) secret, private (unless you pay dues), and luxurious (if your thing is used toddler toys) park around the corner (if you don’t count a few corners) from their apt. in Sunnyside, Queens.  They said if we met up with them the other weekend that they could get us in.  We wasted no time getting there, and tried to make sure Noah looked his best.

Miles was having a hard time waking up from his nap.

Chris.

More Chris.

Noah trying to jack Miles’ whip.

Pretend subway car.

Umm..

Nasty.

Tim helped put this bench in the ground.  Seriously.

O.F.W. (Out of Focus but Whateves)

Big up them Sunnyside kids for helping us get through the velvet rope, background check, and bouncers to get in.  Psyched to go back.

The Holt’s were looking shaggy.  Lucas came over to help us out.

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Lucus, our personal at-home rock n’ roll hair stylist came by on Saturday to clean the family up.  We were all looking shaggy.

Apples made the whole thing more tolerable.

I warned you that there would be another post about Noah bathing in Nana and Grampa Holt’s time machine/game show booth/showering experience.  It, and Noah, are too hard to pass up.