Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

So Aunt Mindy’s mystery gift?

A big bucket of musical instruments.

First I want to apologize to the people that live below us.  Second I have to apologize to Kate, who has to live with Me, Noah, and the new jam band we’ve created.

Oh technology, you let Aunt Mindy watch Noah eat.  How we love you so.  We show our affection by protecting your precious keyboard from flung black beans.

Then Aunt Mindy got to watch Kate make dinner for us.

All people fed and the laptop display survived it’s spatula beating.

While Kate went to Yoga, Noah and I hooked up a new soccer ball for him so he wouldn’t have to chase after other kids for one.

While we waited our turn for some space on the astro-turf field by our apt. we shook some snot out of Noah’s head on the swing.

Making friends with a girl blowing bubbles on the other side of the fence.

A game of peek-a-boo (Noah’s favorite game lately) turned into a not so fun game of I need a nap (a-boo?) / feed me.

The soccer ball would wait.

Post nap outside needed now(ness).

(Alright..  I actually shot that before Noah’s nap, but it fits the story so stick with me.)

When Noah woke up from his nap on Saturday we took a trip to the bank and even though the bank is only a block and a half from our apt., Noah insisted we drive there.

I think this may count as a zero emission car though.

Testing out the beach tent from Mark, Jen, and Lou after a morning in the snow.

Set up so you can still see the Olympics on TV…

…and perfect for napping (or pretend napping).