Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

We spent the last week on Cape Cod, but the weekend before we left for that vacation, we spent a day on Governor’s Island.

The Savas’ met up with us just in time for lunch. Derby and I shared some corn.

After lunch, the kids begging for ice cream.

There was a flapper fest on the island.

Heading home.

Kate letting Noah know that she a good day.

Last Sunday Nate met up with us and we rode our bikes to a newly renovated playground on 5th Ave.

Noah showing Nathan how he used to hold onto the “reigns” of Kate’s backpack.

Busy.

We met up with our friend Joseph who was working on a project for a magazine.

Real rocks.

I gave Noah an idea for where he could pour some water.

Another girl had an idea of where she could pour some water…

Hand painted signs can be great.

A couple of Sunday’s ago we went to the 5th Ave. street fair. It was really hot, but Noah wasn’t into wearing shorts so I showed him how to go “hipster” instead.

Artisinal rides.

Noah used his middle finger to point out a puppet show he wanted to see.

It’s not a street fair without some shoe shopping.

A table covered in breakable things.

Noah wasn’t into this little slide.

This slide was fun though.

Last Thursday I picked Noah up from school and brought him to Dumbo with me to see a couple photo shows.

Dumbo.

First stop, Powerhouse where they are hosting the New York Photo Festival.

Noah climbed up on the stage, assumed he was lecturing… He wasn’t.

Second stop was Rabbithole Gallery, for a show with Emiliano Granado, Anouk Kruithof, and Julieta Sans.

Noah played a quick jam for them.

Third stop, the playground.

Not sure what this exhibit was called.

“untitled”

Many rocks thrown.

Heading home.

Kids find the dirtiest places.

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!