Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Last Sunday, waking up at Uncle Bugs’ house.

Jumping around in the room Uncle Bugs uses to showcase his collection of black boots.

An improvised foot stool is just as good as a regular foot stool.

Those black helicopters we weren’t joking about.

Emmett and Lisa drove out with Declan and Caitlin to hang out with us.

“Salad”

Caitlin!

Feeding the rays.

Not interested anymore.

Everyone look at this gross hat.

Just kidding, they were looking at this gross fish.

This is what it looks like when you fall into the shark tank.

Outside watching a seal show.

More gross Long Island aquatic life.

The butterfly exhibit.

You know those guys!

Uncle Emmett and some freeloaders.

This pretty much sums it up.

In the bird room.

Back at Uncle Bugs’ place for dinner and pie.

I took this when Noah and I were ready to go.

Thanks again for the great weekend Uncle Bugs!

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.

It was Opa’s birthday and he was going to be home alone (Nana T. had a meeting and he told her to go), so we invited him over for dinner. Dinner was great, but I’ll skip to the best part, the key lime pie.

*Number of candles pictured does not represent Opa’s real age.

They are building an arena near us, have you heard about it?

It was a mellow Father’s Day. We had to run into the city quick, then we went over to Nana T. and Opa’s for dinner.

Still yelling for Nana T. through the mail slot.

I chased Noah around to work up an appetite.

Thanks for dinner Nana T.!

Last Saturday we celebrated Declan’s first birthday and his final days as an only child (Lisa is weeks away from giving him a brother).

Jessica and Vicky let their older sister Nicole do their make up for the party. They asked me how it looked, they didn’t have a mirror.

Michelle taking my picture.

Limbo.

Noah giving Declan a ride around the back yard.

Another generation of hard working Holts carrying it all for an Urban… I kid.