Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Last weekend we drove up to New Hampshire for my cousin Joey’s wedding.

Lunch, Brattleboro, VT.

Mission accomplished!

On the 4th day of Easter…

After Noah beat his Easter basket up, we walked over to Nana T. and Opa’s.

Noah took a spill. This is where it hurt.

Spring.

Uncle Tim.

Makeshift doorbell.

Showing Declan the firetruck we are letting him use.

Lunch.

After dessert.

Imagine a life where almost every morning there are presents waiting for you when you wake up.

Realizing you can’t eat all of the candy in sight? Bummer.

At least someone was there to console Noah (after she laid the rules on him).

Next up, partying at Nana T. and Opa’s.

Easter Sunday, Noah thinking he has what it takes.

Rookie..

Saturday morning we couldn’t wait any longer and had to open the Easter box that Aunt Mindy sent Noah.

Go Jimmie!

Animal eggs! Best of all worlds!

Looted.

Thanks Auntie Mindy!!

(Go Pats!)