Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

There was some art in Noah’s bag when we got home from day care on Friday.

It fits well on the fridge, right below Kate’s artful collage of holiday cards.

A week or so ago, before I took off to snowboard in one of the few areas on this planet where I don’t cell or internet connection, my parents were in town and we all took Noah to The Brooklyn Children’s Museum.

We started things off at the fake grocery store.

Then we laughed at some real (small) turtles.

I’m still working on phasing out these bibs, we’re almost there.

Noah’s new thing is trying to swim…

It might be fun to try to swim in, but the cork pit doesn’t taste very good.

Shake the cork pieces out.

Look at this bib…  see why he needs one?  Especially when he is having fun.

“Time to get out of here?”

Yep.

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

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.

After having lunch with Dave, Michele and Sebastian out on Long Island, Sebastian was trying to remember the moment by taking some photos of everyone.

Exploring the restaurants Christmas tree.

Checking out the local skate shop.

…and the bookstore.

…and checking out the cup cake shop.

So many to choose from.

Thanks to Dave, Michele, and Sebastian for inviting us out.  We’ll be back soon.

Kate and Noah stopped by to see me the other weekend when I was photographing.  I thought Noah was going in to style things and make the shot better, but he seemed to loose sight of the look we were going for with these photos.

I guess it was nice of him to try to clean things up.

“No pushing the buttons…”

He has a lot to learn before he’s helpful.

Messy little project.

Noah thought he was going to eat.

Saturday we went to the Museum of Modern Art to see some aaaaaaahht (“art” for those not from New England).

I let the Moma rules and security get into my head, which kept me from making good photos all day, even though no one said anything to me.  It was a valuable lesson learned.

The show I was most psyched to see was a body of work by British photography Paul Graham called Shimmer of Possibility.  It’s an amazing body of work, and a creative and seemingly obvious “new” way of telling a story though multiple images.

Noah thought it was pretentious, so he barfed in protest.