Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Hoarders are the new hipsters!  (Not pictured, two flat tires, a broken mirror, and a big dent all on the passengers side..  wonder why?)

The summer time heat was beating us down so we went to the park for some shade.  Theo from day care had the same idea.  He looked good in his shirt from The Melting Pot.

“Noah, maybe you should cool off.”

I get Noah to play in the water by telling him he should get a drink…

Sunday morning my Dad/Noah’s Grampa got out of the hospital.  He was a little sore, but otherwise feeling good and looking a lot better.  We met up with him and My Mom/Noah’s Nana in Lancaster at a gardening store where Nana was making Grampa’s wallet sore.

Grampa’s intestines don’t look like this anymore.

A little park time before we would get in the car and drive back to NYC.

I’m not sure what this thing was, but it was labeled “Sex Machien”.

Kate stuck in a tube.

We said our goodbyes to Nana and Grampa and made our way back to NYC.  When we stopped for lunch Kate spied this vacant farmers market that had some toys out.

Kind of a strange place, but Noah had a good time playing in the sandbox.  Filthy kid.

First wardrobe change.

After getting cleaned up by the creek, we got back in the car and about an hour or so later, Noah got sick in the back seat.  Second wardrobe change.

Back in the car.  Back to New York.

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.

Kate and Noah have been battling it out all week for title of the most sick.  Noah is winning in the category of most photogenic…  Kate is winning in the talent division by breathing only out of her mouth for a week straight.

7:22:27 p.m.

7:23:46 p.m.

7:23:54 p.m.

Noah was home from day care one day last week and we hung out, mainly running errands.  He napped a little so I thought I would grab a quick burger (at our already favorite hot dog spot)…

but then Noah realized I was starting to enjoy said burger and thought it was a good time to go (insert photo of boy crying, patrons annoyed, dad bummed) so we left and low and behold!  I realized the gear carrier for the stroller makes a perfect place for the rest of my white birch beer soda and fries.  Amazing!!

When we got home Noah crawled around and I tortured him with talk of how good my burger was and how he would have to wait until he was older to enjoy such a thing.  He fought back with drool.