Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Last week we brought Noah to P.S. 9 to register him for kindergarten next year.

As Kate sat in the sunny auditorium filling out form after form, Noah and I took off so he could get to school.

We got to school and realized his class was out. We dropped his stuff and as we got ready to head back out, he put his hat on backwards and said he did it to be “cool”. I asked him how “cool kids” stand.

At the library near Nana T. and Opa’s looking for his class.

Mid-morning theatrics.

Prospect Park with the Savas’ on a warm(ish) spring Saturday.

Trend spotting.

Still doing it wrong.

My new sunglasses made everything look great as we took Noah to his second swim class.

Coaching.

Noah fell into the only pile of snow while running around the playground with his hand in his pocket.

Filthy.

Noah’s school doing it bigger every year. This year they even got Santa to stop by.

First up were the littlest ones.

Room 3 (1-2 year olds).

Rooms 4 & 5 (2-3 year olds).

Room 6 (3-4 year olds).

Room 6 (4-5 year olds).

Zion, Amelie, Leo, and Nooria singing a song written by Nooria’s dad Sam (on the guitar).

A video of the grand finale.

Family portrait by Noah.

The day before Thanksgiving, Noah’s school closed early so we took a trip… into the city for come clothes.

Watching cartoons.

After shopping we met up with Kate and hopped back on the train to head north.

To watch as they inflated the balloons for Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Comfy?

A giant “Elf on the shelf” and the ladies that created it.

Then the crowd of tourists swallowed us up.