Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

On Friday Noah’s school put on a demonstration of all the exercises they have learned with Lava, a local yoga studio. They started with a younger class where the kids would go around their circle of friends either running or as a bear.

Stars.

Noah’s class, circle claps that were trickier than they look here.

Pencil jumps.

Running around raising their knees high.

Stretches.

Later, outside.

The weather was nice, and Noah was out of school early so we went to the Underhill Playground.

We hadn’t been there in a while, and Noah ran to all the toys that he used to play with, except they were all smaller than they used to be.

Dinner out.

Last week, picking Noah up at school.

Teacher styles.

Antagonizing ants.

On a different trip home from school, a week or so ago, Noah accidentally dropped a car off of a bridge and into the construction site below that is part of the new arena being built. Noah was really bummed, and I mentioned it to one of the guys that we see everyday (I think he’s a union rep). The guy then asked a construction worker working on the site to try and get it for him. On the way home from the park this day, he flagged us over and pulled out the car that Noah had lost. Cleaned and ready to roll.

Noah was so excited, and the man in the car who helped us get the car back, his name is also Noah.

Thank you Mr. Noah!

Saturday morning errands, feeling a little out of sorts.

In the afternoon Andy and Aransas had people over for a Kentucky Derby party. Kate took of picture of my get up as Noah told me I looked like a clown.

I was trying to suck up to Aransas by dressing up, Kate knew all she needed was Nana Holt’s lethal Mai-Tai recipe.

The race before the race.

The pace horse showing off the course.

Trial run.

Go!

Hat judging.

Could Scott with his Wisconsin Badgers hat win?

Amelia’s mom Sabrina won.

Final bets.

I’m a loser.

Kate’s a winner.

Great party. Thanks for inviting us Andy and Aransas!

Noah and I spent last Friday together. After an early morning art project, we rode to the park.

“Comfort Station” break.

Party foul…

Later.. after some errands, Noah wanted to go back to the same playground.

It was a good Friday.