Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Up until now, I had been Noah’s hair stylist.  The other weekend I passed the reigns to someone much more qualified, Lucus.

Noah was kind of ok with it, especially if he had something to chew.

Squirmer.

Thanks for making Noah a little more respectable Louis.

Just to keep the warnings coming..  Warning!  My parents have a crazy shower/bath/jacuzzi/football watching/music listening/steaming booth in the basement which has a built in light show that is impossible to resist if you are looking for a place to photograph someone bathing (assuming you have their permission).  The warning?  You’ve probably seen this bath before, and you’ll probably see it again because Noah and I are psyched on it.

Noah’s new toy boat.

It feels like there are fewer hours in the day to take photos of Noah.  When I pick him up from school the sun has long set, and some mornings I (almost) have to wake him up to try and get him to day care in the morning.

Today was a pretty good, the timing was nice so I could get a few flicks.

“All finished”

The “I Love NH” moose that watches over the changing table.

Pretending to need a nap.

Noah, after a bath and some extra special hair combing by Nana Holt.

Maybe my mom thinks that we keep Noah too dirty, maybe she truly enjoys it, but either way Nana Holt loves to give Noah a bath.  They never take long, Nana is efficient and thorough, but both parties involved seem to have a good time.  The one thing I remember from her giving me baths as a kid was that she was rough when drying my hair.  At least now I realize how annoying it is to dry someone elses hair, especially as they try to crawl away.

p.s. Surgery went really well for my dad (Noah’s Grandfather) yesterday.  He is going to be in the hospital recovering for about the next week.  Thanks for everyone who sent their thoughts and prayers.