Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

The weather has been weird this summer and we aren’t getting to chill in Prospect Park enough. The other Sunday Nate-dawg met up with us a brought his dogs Bowie and Iman.

Color coordinated ice cream, as always.

Dawg walking.

Light bragging.

Later, after a bath, Noah played Legos in his underwear for Nana and Grampa Holt.

Isn’t technology great!!

The other weekend we biked from Jamaica Bay to Rockaway Beach. Noah needed some convincing.

We off.

Straight to tacos (just like everyone else).

This bro caught a bunch of little clams.

Always be digging.

Packing up.

The other weekend we drove out to Emmett and Lisa’s to meet someone new. Would Emmett and Lisa let us in? Would I have to sit outside?  Would they take our present and slam the door on us?

Caitlin Mea Urban! Born July 9th, she weighed 8 pounds and 3 ounces and was 21 inches long.

Kate admitted that she was a little psyched to shop for a girl.

Big brother Declan.

Big cousin Noah?

We hung out with Emmett, Lisa, and the kids for a while (I even got to wash our car) but we had a street party to get to (at a cops house? It’s a long story).

Guns.

Noah and Julia, learning to clear a location SWAT team style.

Taking some friendly fire.

When you join “the force” the first thing they do is spray you in the face with mace right? This is kind of like that.

Caught some perps trying to wash “contraband” down the sink.

Dinner.

Aunt Mindy!

Noah’s 4th of July art at school.

Playing hide and seek.

Stuck.

Park #2.

Firing off rockets bright and early on our last full day on Cape Cod.

Rain was looking to ruin a beach day so we went to the “Zooquarium”.

After 6 days in a house together the adults are only talking to their phones.

This guy.

A bird show.

The star.

Lunch.

Joshua still giving me a hard time for getting up early to shoot a sunset.

Taffy.

Dinner.

Back at the beach by our house.

Razor clam.

This happened.

The tide coming in.

Good day.