Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Back to life in NYC after various vacations.

The cool thing to do right now is check out as many pre-kindergarten programs as we can. Snacking on the way to a school the other night.

I judge schools based solely on the introductory movies they have us sit though (totally fair).

Noah wanted to be anywhere else.

I wasn’t into it, Kate was. I blame it on the full moon…

…and the trek it would take to get there everyday.

Home for a day, dressing Noah in a shirt I bought him while I was in Colorado.

Then Kate and I are off to Mexico where I am shooting a wedding.

It’s tough letting go.

Luckily we left Noah in the more than capable hands of Nana T. and Opa.

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.