Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

The park is never not fun.

Happy Anniversary to Nana and Grampa Holt!!  This post is dedicated to you, even if it really has nothing to do with you, or marriage, or NH, or…

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Noah and his co-conspirators at day care the other day.

Charlotte.  Smart girl.  She stays out of the trouble Noah, Sara, and Savannah get into.

Morning kisses from Aunt Coo Coo.

Uncle Gerry’s custom saw.

Double sided.

Bye Uncle Gerry and Aunt Coo Coo.

Thanks for stopping by on your way home.  It was great to have you, and next time I’ll arrange for better weather.

My Uncle Gerry and Aunt Paula were on a tour of this America’s eastern shores and the other weekend they stopped by our little ole’ Brooklyn apartment for an overnight visit on their way back to NH.  Luckily for them it also happened to be one of the hottest weekends of the summer, and in that heat I dragged them to the Brooklyn Flea for a quick lunch.  Not very nice of me.

Noah and Aunt “Coo Coo” (a nickname my Aunt Paula gave herself) cracking up over the girl with the bullhorn behind them.

Nap, then dragged (driven) to the grand opening of the new park near the Brooklyn Bridge.

Nana!

Savannah and Sara, from last Friday when I picked Noah up from day care.

Theo getting caught up in a traffic jam on the slide.

Sara didn’t think we should go…

…but we had BBQ’ing to do with Andy, Aransas, and Savannah.

Messy dinner, out of focus Noah.

Noah after a bath, half dressed, and before he went to bed.