Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

To cap of a pretty great week in Cape Cod, we drove up to NH for a surprise anniversary party for my parents.

All decorations by Aunt Mindy.

Waiting patiently with Nana T. and Opa, who drove up from Brooklyn for the party.

Digging in.

Jaycee.

Chickens… not tents.

Signing Nana and Grampa’s chairs.

Smores with Zach.

Uncle Lenny and Aunt Janet.

Great times.

Walking around Chatham, MA.

Dance party.

Accessories.

Later, at Chatham Pier.

Things collected on the beach the day before organized neatly by Kate.

Dinner.

Bummed bro #1

Bummed bro #2

Bummed bro #3, sizing me up.

Wild life.

This one convinced us to got eat dinner and watch the sunset after a long day in the sun.

For everyone who wanted to see some muscles.

Channel markers for Rock Beach Harbor.

Fallen soldier.

In cycling this is called a “natural break”.

Thug life.

Last week we were on vacation. I kind of remember it. Vaguely. I kind of remember Noah getting happier as we got closer.

At the house, in awe of at these bushes(?).

Peanuts before dinner with Joshua.

Roadies.

Amanda matched the table clothes.

Plotting.

This one is also plotting, but she was just trying to get to the beach with Sarah and Oliver before dark.

Seriously. This place is so good.

Oliver.

Sunday in Prospect Park hanging out with Tim, Ladonna, and Miles.

I had to leave those kids in the park to go take some photos in Williamsburg and just as was getting started I got a text that Noah took a dive bombing a hill on his scooter. Kate took him to the ER just to get him checked out.

He had a big old scrape on this knee…

..and a (mildly) fractured clavicle (collar bone).

Inventory. 1) Scraped up elbow. 2) Scraped up shoulder.

3) Scraped up knee. 4) Pudding’d up face.

He’s gonna take it easy for a little while, and even wear a sling at school to remind the other kids to look out for him. Plus he’ll milk the sympathy for all it’s worth. Smart boy.