Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Noah has some good quotes lately, I should probably be recording them.  “They’re BIG!“, said with a breathless yell.

Early morning tunneling our last day in Providence with The Deaners.

Breakfast.

Park #1

Stuck croc.

Park #2!

Lost and found.

Then like that, we were gone..  headed back to NYC, with a quick stop for lunch in New Haven.

Now I’m a little bummed that I can’t make the color right on this pizza because this thing was a beast.  I feel like this photo isn’t very appetizing, but trust me, it was great.  I think it was called the “Italian Bomb” pizza.  Pepperoni, Sausage, Bacon, Peppers, Mushrooms…  I’m sure I’m missing some other stuff, but you get the idea.

Noah ran back to the car, I crawled…  belly full of bomb.

Thanks for having us Joshua, Amanda, and Julian!  It was great to spend the weekend with you kids, see your friends, see the beach, see the Charest’s, and see your parks.  Can’t wait to go back.

While Noah and Julian napped, Joshua, Kate, and I went to get some groceries for a little BBQ.  Desert?  Check!

The Charest’s came over!  Benjamin taught Noah and Julian everything they needed to know about grilling.

Then Ben tried to teach Noah how to kick BOMBS!  Julian didn’t need any help.

Noah tried to warn everyone that Santa was watching… (anyone with white hair and a white beard or mustache is “Santa” right now)

Getting a lost ball.

Gooaalllllll!!!

Up early, smelling the flowers on our way to the Farmer’s Market.

Maybe also eating the flowers..  probably not a good idea though.

Maybe some early morning “shot blocking”..

Back to the car, coffee in hand.

Euro baby.

Papa Deaner getting business done, as seen though my sunglasses.

Papa Deaner getting the shot and about to dip his new phone in the water.  This may be the last photo taken before it stopped working.

Getting in some digging.

Random dude.

Time to get lunch.

This weekend we were up in Providence, RI visting the Deaner’s.  This was Noah’s bag, heavy on the toys.

Fast forward to Saturday morning and the (sleepy, messy) boys having some breakfast.

Papa Deaner.

…to be continued.