Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Every Labor Day, Brooklyn hosts The West Indian Day Parade (reluctantly for some), and the Saturday before Labor Day they hold the Children’s West Indian Day Parade. Noah missed a lot of it.

It’s all good though, ’cause I had my friend record it on his iPad.

Grown men DJ’ing.

Parents, parenting.

The parade ends behind The Brooklyn Museum where a big stage is set up for groups to perform.

Savannah was into it.

Dear Noah,

I hope you have a great birthday. I am sorry I can not be there to celebrate but you will have so much fun with Mom, Dad, Nana and Grampa Holt.  You are the sweetest nephew and I am so lucky to have you in my life.  I will talk to Jeremy the Jet to see if he can get me to NYC soon.  I love you and I hope you get some cupcakes like you wanted. 

09 – Personalized Happy Birthday Song for Noah

Enjoy your song. I can not wait to see some birthday pictures.

Love you more than anything.

XO Auntie Mindy

On Tuesday I brought in the cupcakes that Noah and Kate made for a quick (early) birthday party classmates.

It’s a tough time of year for birthday parties. More that half of Noah’s classmates were away or out for the day. It worked out for the kids that were there though, they got bigger goodie bags.

As everyone sang Happy Birthday, Noah pretended to sleep.

Cupcake time.

Audrey, Noah, and Aaron.

Alex and Logan.

Noah as “conductor” as the kids went off the play, and I went back home.

We started out our 4th of July with some well dressed girls.

Noah, not as appropriately dressed…

..but he was down to smash sand castles.

After lunch and a nap, we met up with Jerry, Amanda, and Mae.

Lazy times. Maybe we’ll stay up and see some fireworks next year. Maybe not.

Tough year for Birthdays in the Urban Clan. Kate and Uncle Bugs’ Birthday was on Mother’s Day, and Opa’s Birthday fell on Father’s Day this year. To celebrate all this craziness, we crashed in on Emmett (who was celebrating his first Father’s Day), Lisa (Who has to wait a whole year for her first Mother’s Day), and 9 day old Declan.

Lil’ Napper.

Declan!

Urban men.

This is the moment when Emmett figured it all out…

Emmett’s pretty good with those tongs.

Meanwhile in the backyard, the hero of our story was waging a battle of his own.

The happy (sleepy) couple.

Thanks to Emmett and Lisa for having us all over.

I also want to thank the place where I dropped of this computer to be fixed last Monday. What was going to be a 2-3 day repair turned into a stressful and agonizing 6 days.