Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

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 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.

Sarah 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!!

It’s hard to see the new wall color, it’s light grey, but here is the new look of Noah’s room.

The other day Noah got an early Valentine’s Day package from Auntie Mindy.  Such a sweet Aunt.

The walk to pick up Noah from day care getting a little brighter.

I told Noah all about Auntie Mindy’s package all the way home, so when he was done with dinner, he was ready to tear into that box.

Laughing at a photo of himself that was in there.

Socks!!!

Over the socks you have on?

Shirts, and pants!!

What else?

A book!!

A card!!

Putting them new socks away (Auntie Mindy washes everything before she sends it).

Thanks Auntie Mindy.  Very generous of you.

I warned you that there would be another post about Noah bathing in Nana and Grampa Holt’s time machine/game show booth/showering experience.  It, and Noah, are too hard to pass up.

Last Sunday was a birthday party for Lucian (who “day-cares” with Noah), he turned 2.

“Wait..  it’s Sunday, how come I’m playing with everyone from day care?”

Lucian was blaming a (toy) truck for the shiner.

Issac’s birthday is next week.

Amerie organizing the trains.

Noah telling Sarah how good the cupcakes are going to be.

Sarah eating a little too slow I guess.

Don’t look at me Sarah, I’m on the other side of the table.  Yell at Noah’s mom.

Lucian, and Amerie.

“Bye Sarah!”

I read something once that basically said, after being in a space (apartment or house) more then 6 months, you no longer decorate.  We are bucking that stat and painting Noah’s room (finally, and with “no VOC paint“).  Not easy to clean, tape, and paint a room when the little man wants to run around.

I piled up his toys in the living room, but it only distracted him a little.

Nonplussed.

The moon is acting crazy lately.  It followed us on a quick trip to Crate and Barrel.

Back at home, Noah hinted that we should paint the hallway too.

Flicks of Noah’s room coming soon.

We had been trying to make plans with Julia, Benoit, and Louis for a while.  They live close, we just couldn’t get it together until one rainy day in NYC when we met up with them at the new Brooklyn Children’s Museum.  Unfortunately, we weren’t the only parents who thought about going to the museum that day.

Louis and Noah went straight for the water.

Noah spent some time watching the other kids…

…and trying to stay out of the way, but he was into it.  (Look at the glistening neck.  I tried to give you some photos without the bib, but the drool comes quicker when Noah is having fun.)

Someone pretended to rob the pretend store.

Noah was psyched on the turtles.

Up until now, I had been Noah’s hair stylist.  The other weekend I passed the reigns to someone much more qualified, Lucus.

Noah was kind of ok with it, especially if he had something to chew.

Squirmer.

Thanks for making Noah a little more respectable Louis.