Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Stopping off at a playground after picking Noah up from school.

This is Nooria, Noah’s schoolmate (trust me).

Saying goodbye.

Noah was bummed that we had to go home.

Something changed at Noah’s school. It used to be that every kid was psyched to see their parents when they came to pick them up at the end of the day. Some, including Noah, would even come running up for a hug from time to time. These days, it feels like every parent has to convince their kids to not only leave day care, but get dressed. Some even have to convince their kids to walk home.

Yesterday Noah hid behind the door to the classroom when I showed up.

At least it ended well.

Tis’ the season for Noah’s school to put on their annual Holiday Extravaganza!

(note – Not my best photos, I took the seat of a proud parent for this)

First up, the lil’, lil’ ones.

Proud parents everywhere.

The second group (the 2 year olds) kind of fell apart.

Intermission. Twin violinist, the daughter’s of Ms. Shameka who works in the office.

Next up, Noah’s class.

Group song.

The girls were snowflakes.

The boys were elves.

Noah cheesing at us.

His well practiced bow.

A quick vid of the elves performance.

They closed it out with the big kids (4 year olds).

Noah was proud of himself, or maybe he was proud of the red turtleneck he had to wear. Either way, he was happy to see us.

The other day when I picked Noah up from school Ms. Ella was reading them a story on the steps that lead to the classroom.

That was the best part of the trip. The worst part was the rain.

I have 10,000+ photos of Noah, but I didn’t have these!

That cream background is $!!

You ready for this one?

You sure?

It’s a good one.

Seriously, Kate and I were bent over laughing. It’s so good I might have to make a wall mural of it.

Steady cheezin’.