Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

I’m trying to get Noah on a beginners workout regiment, but he’s fighting me on it.  Kids these days are stubborn.

3 weeks today.

Last Tuesday Nana Urban took Noah for a stroll in the neighborhood…and introduced him to sangria and tapas. Hopefully I didn’t give those 12 dudes seated next to us too much of a show when it came time to feed the little man. Nana was perplexed by my hooter hider and kept trying to lift it so she could “help”…

Taking a bath is more stressful for Kate then for Noah.

The boy gots ta get clean though…

I have to admit, I have put off talking about any possible “faults” Noah (our perfect child) might have.  No parent wants to open his/her eyes to something that might later force our children to shun society and lead them to cave dwelling for eternity, but Kate and I have finally chosen to speak out.  We think people should no longer have prejudice against a person with a “skunk mark” in their hair.  Noah, the boy we have recently grown to love and adore has such a marking, and while some can lead productive lives with such “deformities”, we have yet to tell Noah about this white streak in his hair.

Our close friend Mark Williams has chosen to reach out to young Noah.  Mark knows first hand the trials and tribulations that can come from follicle discoloration.  He has grown to be a productive member of society.  He was even able to marry (his wife Sara is an amazing person) and later was able to reproduce a son, Eli, who is stunning.  Kate and I want to thank Mark for the support and advice in the coming days as Noah become aware of the adversity he will need to overcome.

Bless you Mark, and God bless Noah.