Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

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.

Bretton Woods, NH. Watching people come down the slopes.

Had to check out the red giraffe.

Noah tried to smack the smile off this suns face.

Sizing up the competition.

Magic carpet ride.

Almost ready.

“Where is that 60 foot kicker?”

That might not have been exactly how it went, but Noah gave it a try three times that day and seemed to get the idea. Kate would walk in front of us and while still holding holding his hands I would have him go towards her using either his toes or his heels.

High 5′s to Grampa Holt.

Apres snowboarding with a little juice and watching some Diego, who just by sheer coincidence was snowboarding in the episode that was on my phone.

Just a few of the places I spotted this dude.

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.

Vacation..

is…

…over.

To make things worse we couldn’t even leave Bass Harbor casually, stopping on the way home to break up the long drive. No, we had to race home to beat a Hurricane. Noah was a champ though, and with no traffic we made it home in just under 9 hours. Just in time for the heavens to open and some impressive rain and wind to rip through our neighborhood.

(Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Noah got my hobbit feet. I know.)