Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

While Noah napped, Kate painted his new step stool.

This statue looked on.

Noah picking the first apple off of his Grampa’s tree.

Then a visit to my Uncle Wayne and Aunt Patty’s garden(s). This first garden where the berries grow.

Noah was drawn to the weed garden… as in, where the weeds are growing…

Kate got right into the vegetable garden. She called this “harvesting”…

I might have called it “robbing”…

or “stealing”.. or… “taking”…

My Nana helping out.

Noah running to see his Nana and Grampa.

This is the hornets nest on my Nana’s porch. She asked my dad to get rid of it when he got a minute. The hornets don’t “bother with her” so… No rush…

LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS HORNETS NEST!!! IT’S 5 FEET FROM THE FRONT DOOR!!!!

You aren’t here to see hornets nest though, you are here to see Noah, who I can safely report was never near the hornets nest.

Kate, still going.

We also got to “harvest” some potatoes.

My Nana in some “J.Crew” light leaning on Uncle Waynes Plymouth Fury.

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I’m starting to remember climbing into the front seat of my parents car and honking the horn to try and get them to leave too..

Bossy.