Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Saturday we picked out our tree.

My own tradition is to take a photo of the lightbulbs against a blue sky.

Noah pointing out that I don’t have to carry the tree home, they will deliver.

What’s with kids and crust?

Detangled.

The tree isn’t photo ready yet. Maybe soon, hopefully before we take it down.

Couple Saturdays ago.

Mo’ stole Noah.

Roaming knife sharpener.

Kate, hiding out in the drugstore.

Noah hiding out while Kate shopped.

Dumbo and the great new carousel.

Oh hey, a gorilla…

Oh hey! Derby!

Savannah wasn’t into the carousel.

A show. This lady, on the left, drove a nail into her nose. Real kid friendly stuff.

This dude juggled knives on a rope made of toilet paper.

Noah giving Savannah a graffiti tour.

Then there was this.

Done.

Noah trying on glasses at the mall this weekend (photo by Kate).

Noah with a big ole scrape from a fight he had with some cement stairs.

Saturday morning we went for a run, then walked over to Underwood Park and played for a little while.

Trolls.

Brisket for lunch at The Brooklyn Flea.

Book shopping.

These are the kind of people that hang out at The South Street Seaport.

Silly.

Sappy.

Sunday morning we met up with Nana and Grampa Holt at my Uncle Lenny and Aunt Janet’s house in Manchester, NH to finally get the winter tires off our care (and maybe have an excuse to see each other).

Get the boring stuff out of the way.

Play time.

Photo of Noah swinging, while swinging. Talent for days.

Some quick shopping.

Noah’s face when I told him we had to leave Nana and Grampa.

Back on The Deaner porch in PVD.

We all waited for Julian to wake up from a nap.

Julian!

Straight chilling…