Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Early September, we were taking advantage of the time we had before the start of kindergarten to explore, so we rode our bikes up to the Intrepid Sea, Air, and Space Museum. Noah was psyched.

Maybe a little hesitant at first about exploring the submarine.

Up on the flight deck.

Space Shuttle Enterprise.

View from the Captains Deck.

On the hanger deck, where the plane would be kept.

Lesson in frustration.

Rocking the boat.

Once Noah leaned back into this capsule, it took off and he’s now in outer space on his way to Jupiter, or Uranus, or somewhere.

Back at the end of August we spent a morning at the ribbon cutting ceremony for PS133. The building had undergone a 2 year renovation and this was going to be the first peek. It was also hitting Noah that things were going to change.

The chancellor of New York City schools is a popular guy. We never really saw him.

Heading into the playground.

Walking the halls.

Great new library.

It was great to see the new building, and great for Noah to meet new people and walk around the new school. After a quick/hectic/short tour, I brought Noah back to Hanson Place, grabbed an orange bib, and met his Hanson Place classmates at a park.

Early August, back when it was still Summer, we spent the afternoon up at The Cloisters.

Finding a lunch spot.

“The Cloisters museum and gardens, the branch of The Metropolitan Museum of Art devoted to the art and architecture of medieval Europe, was assembled from architectural elements, both domestic and religious, that largely date from the twelfth through the fifteenth century.” – source

Ivory is pretty amazing, and for the record, best kept on the animals it belongs to.

It looks so buttery though.

Noah telling about his favorite animal with tusks or something.

He made a lot more sense when I finished this.

Infinitely intricate.

Silly.

Saw this guy on the way out.

Saturday swim!

Not psyched on the shirt Kate brought him to change into.

Later, meeting up with our ticket dealer in Coney Island before a Brooklyn Cyclones game.

The Cyclones have a new mascot this year, Bucky the Buccaneer, who runs from dugout to dugout when the Cyclones score. When he walked through the stands between innings he saw Jen, his high school english teacher.

Ryan, our ticket dealer, with his own run celebration.

King Henry signing Noah’s hat.

Ryan’s blurry name in lights. 10 years of getting people together for a summer Cyclones game. This year he bought 70 tickets for people.

Then this.

Wet Nana and Grampa Holt.

Lou.

It slowly cleared up.

Ren ready to go.

Then, while I was getting food the rain started up again and they called the game.

One last performance at Hanson Place. A little bittersweet, but at least it was a mellow performance to show off the singing and signing that the kids have been learning (or not learning well if you spent a week in Cape Cod while everyone else practiced).

The younger kids.

Noah’s class, room 6.