Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

On Friday Noah’s school put on a demonstration of all the exercises they have learned with Lava, a local yoga studio. They started with a younger class where the kids would go around their circle of friends either running or as a bear.

Stars.

Noah’s class, circle claps that were trickier than they look here.

Pencil jumps.

Running around raising their knees high.

Stretches.

Later, outside.

The weather was nice, and Noah was out of school early so we went to the Underhill Playground.

We hadn’t been there in a while, and Noah ran to all the toys that he used to play with, except they were all smaller than they used to be.

Dinner out.

Saturday morning errands, feeling a little out of sorts.

In the afternoon Andy and Aransas had people over for a Kentucky Derby party. Kate took of picture of my get up as Noah told me I looked like a clown.

I was trying to suck up to Aransas by dressing up, Kate knew all she needed was Nana Holt’s lethal Mai-Tai recipe.

The race before the race.

The pace horse showing off the course.

Trial run.

Go!

Hat judging.

Could Scott with his Wisconsin Badgers hat win?

Amelia’s mom Sabrina won.

Final bets.

I’m a loser.

Kate’s a winner.

Great party. Thanks for inviting us Andy and Aransas!

Noah reluctantly suiting up to be the ring bearer.

Trying to psych Noah up for the walk down the aisle.

We tell him jokes, show him statues, trying to get him comfortable.

Kate’s arms were the most comfortable place though.

Aunt Sherry and Joey.

Meeting some friends.

Best man speech.

Julie stealing the cake.

With Kamber.

Joey and Ali with their daughter Marley.

Bev.

B-boy.

Time to throw things!

Calling up all the single ladies.

Time for the single bros to try and catch the garter.

Proud moment.

Noah passed responsibilities off to someone with longer arms (who didn’t get very far, maybe ankle? Mid-calf at best?).

Great day. Congrats to Joey and Ali!

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.

A quick photo from yesterday.

More soon.