Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

We are visiting Uncle Bugs (Matt) out in Riverhead and came across these dudes…

This can’t be good…

On Friday Noah’s school put on a music recital. These are the 1-2 year olds.

One of the 1-2 year olds, Langston, did a solo (“Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”).

Next up was Noah’s class, the 2-3 year olds. Alex and Logan started things off.

Lil’ dude on the left.

Noah wasn’t really feeling it, and when his survival instincts kicked in he treated the performance like a bear attack and played “dead”.

Leo.

The 3-4 year olds. Our friend Ryder holding the “Hat” sign.

The grand finale.

Saps.

The final post from our stay with Aunt Mindy the other weekend.

We spent a relaxing morning by the pool.

This was about as wet as Noah got.

Lunch at Merts.

Water in a coffee cup, Noah was psyched.

Fried green tomatoes.

After lunch we went to a library that was designed by the firm that Kate works for.

…but it was closed. “Summer hours”.

Crushed. Sincerely.

Fast forward a few hours. Time spent trying to cheer Kate up and pack for our flight back to NYC. As we got our stuff together and waited for the elevator, things got sappy.

Aunt Mindy and Noah at the airport…

When we got to the gate our plane was waiting for us, trying to get off the ground early to avoid a storm.

We didn’t beat the storm and so we sat on the runway for 20-30 minutes, but eventually we got off the ground and through the clouds we said good-bye to Charlotte.

When we landed, Opa was waiting to take us home.

Really grateful to Opa for the ride home, and big, big thanks to Aunt Mindy for a great weekend in Charlotte. It was nice to get a small glimpse of her life down there.

Friday night, our first night in Charlotte, was a little rough. Noah had pressure in his ear from the airplane and it took a while to make him feel better. Needless to say, we were pretty slow to get started Saturday morning.

Blowing bubbles is way more fun 21 floors up.

After breakfast and bubbles, we went Discovery Place Kids. We learned about things like farm work..

..and banking,

…and boating,

..and what it feels like to sit in the seat of an annoying Nascar drivers (just Google, Kyle Busch is annoying and you’ll see what I mean).

Reckless.

Sappy people waiting to pick up lunch.

Back to the balcony.

Kate has to have all 10 fingers on a sandwich when she eats. True story.

Lunch.. yum.

Saturday afternoon The Deaner’s invited some friends over for a BBQ, and they let us Holt’s stick around.

The Charest’s came over. Lil’ Tyler’s cheeks got some attention.

I brought some new beer from Brooklyn for everyone to try (*this blog does not advocate, or facilitate, under age drink. Online or in person).

Noah getting batting lessons.

Tyler getting driving lessons.

They boys yelling (roaring) at me.

After dinner, things got romantic on the couch while watching Handy Manny.

Thanks to The Deaner’s for hosting a BBQ, and letting us stay for it. Also big up The Charest’s for making the drive over to chill.