Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

The Sunday after we got back from NH we had a little picnic in the park for Noah’s birthday.

The little dude is fast.

Recycled decorations.  Thanks again Mindy!

Noah’s new phone from his Nana and Opa.

Sleeping Savannah.

Dragonflies.

Savannah and her new haircut.

Michael, who is renting a room from Noah’s Nana and Opa.

After spending the night in PVD we had to pack it up and get back to NYC so Kate could get her background checked for her new job.

Prancer…

Fast forward 4 hours and multiple trips to unload the car.

Noah snuck up the stairs empty handed.

Fast forward 6 hours and one passed background check and we were opening another present from Aunt Mindy that came in the mail.

Great book.  Thanks Min!

Lunch with my Dad before we leave NH.

Kate ordered a taco salad that was bigger than her head.

Leaving is lame.

We stopped by Wild Things to get Noah a new winter coat, he never made it more then 3 ft into the store, distracted by crayons.

Last stop of the day, PVD!

Julian’s binoculars.

The Deaner’s spoiled Noah with even more birthday presents.

School bus!

Crow puppet!  (bad flick, this looks a lot less creepy in person..)

Thanks Deaner’s!

Moonbeam Cafe, holler at it when you are up in Northern NH!!

Look at this!  Chicken, artichoke hearts, peppers, a little olive spread, and feta on garlic and herb bread!!  Everyday please!

Noah had a pancake.

After we walked across the street to check out an antique store.

Noah made friends with a butler.

Then we stopped to see Noah’s Nana at work.

Then a nap and some tickles from Grampa.

Rain, rain.. going away.

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.