Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Sunday was lazy.  It was supposed to rain, so we didn’t plan anything.  I went for a run in the morning, then we just hung out around the house (except for a beer run) until late in the afternoon when Nathan and his friend Geneva came over.  I barely took any photos, and Noah ate shortly after they got here, but it was great to see Nathan and for me to meet Geneva.  I know Noah was psyched on the ye old style plastic rotary phone toy they brought for him.

Playtime.

Dinnertime.

That’s it…

After spending a couple hours at the Aquarium on Saturday, we went over to the Brooklyn Cyclones Stadium to take in a game.

Can’t watch the game on an empty stomach.  I said Noah needed a hot dog and some fries, Kate’s the better parent she gave him pasta and green beans…

Erika’s nephew Joshua took in some batting practice.

Sebastian rockin’ his Mets gear.

Noah trying to be stealthy in his camo hoodie.

Ryan (our event organizer), Avi (Darpan and Erika O’s son), Lou, and Lou’s dad Mark.

Joshua

Maya (Darpan and Erika O’s daughter), and Lou

The hot dog race.  Ketchup vs. Relish vs. Mustard.  Mustard killed.

Sebastian showing some love to Joshua.

Trying to rally the team with clappers…

…and stripping…

…and cheering (Scarlet)…

…and rally caps…

…and YMCA…

but nothing worked.

Sebastian waves good night.

Every year Kate’s childhood friend Ryan gets people together to enjoy Coney Island and take in a Brooklyn Cyclones game.  It’s always a great time, and I always say we need to go to these games more often.  Tickets are like $13, and if you get there two hours before the game you can pay $5 for prime parking.  This year before the game we met up with a bunch of other Mineola alumn and their kids (and a nephew) for a walk around the aquarium.

NYC beaches – Overcast sky, lots of people with way too much gear, kites, shipping vessels, planes, seagulls, sailboats, sand, litter, trannies, unorganized dancing, dudes with snakes and/or birds and/or bandannas, shoot the (insert something stupid), fake palm trees spraying water…

…and fashion.

I really do like it though (Coney Island that is), I guess the country kid in my get’s a little overwhelmed.  Good thing we could ease into it by going to the aquarium (kids selling water, vending machine lines blocking the entrance, barely dressed woman(?) in her (it’s?) late 50’s wearing something crochet).

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about aquariums, especially after reading about The Cove, but you just have to let some stuff go.  Not to mention I thought I might sneak out a few good flicks.

First up, a show with sea lions.

Erika brought her 3 year old (British) nephew Joshua.  He judged our American dance music and choice of entertainment, all while wearing a Yankees cap.

Sharks.

Jellyfish!!

Coming up in part two of our adventure…  Baseball.

Some flicks that didn’t make the original cut from our trip to Avon, NC.

Waking up from a beach nap.

Our friend Tonya is partners in a great production company called Sweet Genius.  They mainly wrangle together high-end photo shoots, which is kind of like coordinating a wedding everyday.  Sometimes the photo shoot calls for models, and that usually leads to a casting.  When a casting comes around for a kid Noah’s age, we get the email.  This was Noah’s second casting, but even better, it would be the first time Noah got to meet Tonya (that’s completely my fault, I’m a hermit now).

Every budding model needs a good lunch.  Noah had a late and long morning nap so he had to eat his lunch on the train.

Busy studio…

This campaign was for an anti-drunk driving campaign and they need real people (not just Noah quailty models), so we stood there with him to try and get a taste of the limelight too.  The mood of the campaign was a little sad so we were asked not to smile, which is why Kate looks like she is mad at me.

We also had to show pictures of loved ones.  I tried to show a picture of my snowboard, but Kate made me use a picture of her. (Photo below by Kate)

Tonya said Noah did a great job.

After that was over I dragged everyone to the AT&T repair store so I could get a new phone (the Y-key on my Blackberry stopped working).

Noah liked to slap the black glass coffee table.  I told him not to leave evidence that we were there, but he wouldn’t listen.