Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Answer: “Monday”.

Ryan and Ellen invited us downstairs for a BBQ with friends.  Lou tried to teach Noah how to play Trouble, Star Wars Edition.

Ryan’s Brother Billy and his oldest daughter Scarlett.

Noah and Rory (Scarlett’s sister).

One of two pregnant women at the BBQ learning how gross little boys who eat rocks can be.

Two pictures stitched together to show Billy trying to rescue a paratrooper caught in a tree.

Thanks Ryan and Ellen!

Our neighbors.

Tim, Ladonna, Chris, and Miles belong to a (not so) secret, private (unless you pay dues), and luxurious (if your thing is used toddler toys) park around the corner (if you don’t count a few corners) from their apt. in Sunnyside, Queens.  They said if we met up with them the other weekend that they could get us in.  We wasted no time getting there, and tried to make sure Noah looked his best.

Miles was having a hard time waking up from his nap.

Chris.

More Chris.

Noah trying to jack Miles’ whip.

Pretend subway car.

Umm..

Nasty.

Tim helped put this bench in the ground.  Seriously.

O.F.W. (Out of Focus but Whateves)

Big up them Sunnyside kids for helping us get through the velvet rope, background check, and bouncers to get in.  Psyched to go back.

On Saturday the whole Urban clan drove out to (Noah’s Uncle) Matt’s house.  The party was a mix of nice-to-see-you, how-was-your-birthday, here-is-your-christmas-present, my-isn’t-the-weather-lovely, Happy-Mothers-Day!!  Good times.

Noah started the party right by smacking his face on the pavement.

The bruise on Noah’s face was better than the cut on Matt’s hand.  The night before he kept washing (on accident) a glass that had just shattered.

Chilling with Uncle Tim.

Admiring Matt’s odd toy collection.

Matt’s friend Pete.  Creepy.

Tim missed Christmas, so when it got cold Emmett gave him his gifts.

Insert me into this photo somewhere.

Thanks for having us out Matt!!  And thanks to everyone for the birthday cards and gifts.

A little “risky business” after the Children’s Museum and a nap.

Tofu and lentils for lunch.

Dude lost a wheel in the middle of one of the busiest intersections in Brooklyn.

Nana and Opa Urban were having some friends over so we stopped by to see everyone and have some drinks and snacks.

Uncle Tim stopped by too.

The walk home.

Noah telling Nana Holt that our tub isn’t as exciting as their shower/jacuzzi/game show booth.

Last night was another party for one of Noah’s day care mates, Isaac.  I was worried Noah might not have as much fun because it started around dinner time…

…but he quickly forgot about being hungry.

It was at a local gym for kids and it was the first time I really got to see Noah play around on the equipment, even the stuff that was too big for him.

Isaac the birthday boy posterizing fools (no offense little girl).

Jojo and Violet, girls who also day care with Noah.

Noah laughing at a random girl staring into the corner.

Mocking random girl.

The bubble show lured the kids (and adults) into a room for pizza.

Birthday boy was into the pizza.

Sara protected her cupcake from Noah a little better this time.

Mata with her dad and new sunglasses.

Thanks to Isaac and his parents for inviting us!!