Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Kate and Noah were at the park down the street as I burned through the last of the work I had to get done.  When I was finished I skated down to the park.  Noah was a little curious.

(Next two photos by Kate)

Then it was time to climb some steps and play.

He’s putting a few steps together every day.

It’s pretty nice that we have a bunch of parks around us.  I feel like I’ve only visited half of them.  I ask Noah to show me around this one.

There are wobbly bridges…

…and lots of random toys left behind…

…and stairs to climb…

…and Mom’s to kiss…

…and lower lips to bite.

There’s an on going debate about when Noah can get his first 4 wheeler.  My dad is ready to get him on one now, but Kate is pretty skeptical and thinks Noah might need to be “double digits” first.  When we were up in NH for Noah’s birthday party my cousin Kevin came over with his two sons Dillon and Zack.  Dillon who is 5 drove his own 4 wheeler a few miles to get to my parents house.

Noah checking it out.

“Is this how you start it Grampa?”

This is where Dillon realizes that Noah is definitely going to steal this thing, “Brooklyn style”.

Might be time to rethink those age restrictions Kate, everyone’s got a 4 wheeler now it’s no big deal.

Last Sunday we went over to Governor’s Island to chill and give all three of us more practice at being a family while riding bikes.  First thing I learn, it’s really difficult carry picnic/baby gear, and my camera, and take pictures.  I’ll get the hang of it.

The first good sign that Noah might be into the bike seat, he fell asleep on the ride from our apartment to Dumbo where were caught the ferry.

Second good sign, tourists..  I mean, smiles.

Noah’s lunch.

My lunch looked better I guess, even though it was pretty much the same thing .  (Photo by Kate)

“Noah, leave those people alone.”

Not super psyched to be back on the bike.

Nonplussed.

Touring the island wore Noah and I out.  Time to head home.

Yesterday Kate gave us an excuse to try out Noah’s new bike seat by making us dinner for the park.  Noah seemed to enjoy it, once he got over wearing his new bike helmet.

The new helmet is a great fit.

There were dudes there looking Rastafarian, flying kites with Jamaican colors, and burning incense.  They looked relaxed.

Kate and I had pulled pork with a salad of beans (from Uncle Wayne’s garden) and fresh tomatoes.  Noah had plums and black beans.

Two girls and a dog walked through the lawn and close by us.  Noah waved, blew them kisses, and then got aggressive and tried to chase them down.