Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Tagging Nana and Grampa Holt’s garage up in NH.

Stalking Noah like the paparazzi at the playground.

Caterpillars rescue.

Shopping for dinner.

Rock in the shoe.

Nature boy eating freshly picked blackberries.

My ideal kitchen.

Signing the guest book in the yurt.

Aunt Mindy!

Checking out Aunt Mindy’s pedicure.

Noah heading back to Nana and Grampa’s house for night.

Santa’s Village in the morning.

Saturday swim!

Not psyched on the shirt Kate brought him to change into.

Later, meeting up with our ticket dealer in Coney Island before a Brooklyn Cyclones game.

The Cyclones have a new mascot this year, Bucky the Buccaneer, who runs from dugout to dugout when the Cyclones score. When he walked through the stands between innings he saw Jen, his high school english teacher.

Ryan, our ticket dealer, with his own run celebration.

King Henry signing Noah’s hat.

Ryan’s blurry name in lights. 10 years of getting people together for a summer Cyclones game. This year he bought 70 tickets for people.

Then this.

Wet Nana and Grampa Holt.

Lou.

It slowly cleared up.

Ren ready to go.

Then, while I was getting food the rain started up again and they called the game.

Nana and Grampa Holt in Brooklyn!!

After picking Noah up we went out to dinner at a new BBQ spot near us.

Noah wanted to take a photo of the picture he colored.

Then he wanted to get a picture of everything.

…and everyone.

After dinner we gave my parents a tour of the school Noah is going to in September.

Great right!?!

Out in Wantagh the other weekend for Caitlin’s first birthday.

It was hot, I almost had to drag Noah out of the AC.

Her royal highness.

Court jester.

Lil’ dude perked up when the rabbit came out.

Best dressed.

Good times.

A while back Kate’s uncle Jerry was in town so we went out to a mid-week bbq at his daughter Kat’s house. I didn’t take very many photos, the food was too good, but I did want to post this one of Noah and Declan.

…and maybe this patriotic table setting.

…and I kind of need to put this one of Noah in Murphy’s dog cage.

Thanks for having us out Kat!