Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

In Prospect Park, living the life.

We put our blanket by a tree with some great found sculpture.

Until someone smashed it.

All of it.

Finding cool bugs.

Reading comics.

Firefly.

Working late.

Heading home.

The other week when Noah was home from school the day after having a low fever. He was feeling better and his fever was gone so we went back to the Children’s Museum of the Arts to play around.

A quick bike ride with Nana and Grampa before they head back to NH.

Picnic lunch in Prospect Park.

A little playground time.

Friends waiting for the train with us.

Friends at the Brooklyn Cyclones game with us.

Walk-off win!

The clique.

Wait for it….

Run the bases!!

Good weekend.

Kate with her new bike. Geared… step-through… no child seat… #luxury.

While Kate cruised through Prospect Park and then effortlessly zipped through a few busy Brooklyn streets, I lumbered behind her sweating and struggling to pedal myself and Noah to Green-wood Cemetery.

Green-wood is a giant place with over 500,000 “permanent residents”.

When we came across this statue, I knelt down and talked to Noah about the consequences of shoplifting.

“Other”

The heat.

The other weekend The Charests came down to spend the weekend with us.

We went out to Coney Island to ride some rides and watch a Cyclones game.

Tyler driving Noah and Ben around in a flying boat.

Train ride.

Sandy the Seagull with fans.

Hot dog race. Everyone picks their favorite condiment.

Relish? Who picks relish besides Kate…

This guy.

T-shirt toss.

After the game we tried to leave before the fireworks started, because Noah still isn’t a fan, but we didn’t quite make it.