Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Noah is 2.  Things are starting early for this kid.  I don’t think I had my first school photo until I was 6.  Kids these days.

Photographers are always looking for something that really “makes” the photo.  Something a little off, maybe a happy accident.  Some dog poop, or gum on the bottom of a shoe.  Either way, the foot of fresh snow out the fake window makes it for me.

Amazing.  Teachers left to right are Ms. Alva, Ms. Ella, Ms. Michelle, and Ms. Jackie (whose name got left off!).

This one would cost extra.

All aces.  You can see more at http://photogifts.lifetouch.com.  Noah’s portrait id is ZP3R-FRZT, and his access coad is – KRVX.  (Why can’t they just make an easy link for me to add?)

Saturday was chill.

Mainly shopping.

Friday morning, getting ready for a big day at “school”.

Fast forward to later in the day when Noah was posing for a picture (taken by someone else) before his classroom went trick-or-treating in their building.

Audrey.

First stop, the 12th floor.

The view.

Noah’s costume came together kind of late, and we weren’t really sure what people would think (not to mention we couldn’t really even agree on what he was)…

…but it was a hit.

Logan.

Alex.

We passed Ryder and Susan in the hallway.

Laila

Lil Dude washing hands before having a snack.

Mia-May putting me to work.

Zion.

Alex and Logan.

Ms. Gladys had some karaoke going on in her room.

Audrey’s mom got into it (as I hid behind everyone in the back).

Partied out.

Outside, Laila and her dad Chris were getting ready to head home too.

By the end of the day I decided that for me, Noah was dressed up as David Beckham.

I don’t go looking for trash monsters, they come looking for me.

The seal on the door of the building that houses Noah’s day care.

The walk to the Savas’s.

Andy, slowly turning into just another competitive photographer.

Lil’ dude, big pretzel.

Savannah!

We misplaced Noah’s belt for a few days.  We found it, but we almost has a complete disaster on our hands.  Noah only has 2-3 pairs of pants that will stay up without a belt.  Oh yeah, and see how they’ve learned to escape?

At least he’s learning to pull up his own pants.

Aransas, who could give birth any day, and made some great dinner, pouring the rest of us some really nice tequila that she brought back from Mexico.

More with Noah and the fancy shoes…

Thanks, as always to the Savas’s for having us over.

Trash monster!

Tornado evidence!

Kites!

Some really amazing trees took a beating.