Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

They really teach you how to live at Noah’s school. Every week it feels like there’s some kind of party. Some reason to eat dessert and dance around. I’m doing it all wrong, at least the next generation is learning to do it right. Here are some photos from the “moving up” (i.e. “graduation”) party at Noah’s school two weeks ago. They started things off with a singing and signing demonstration.

Rappers.

The next number.

Diplomas.

A little wobble for the crowd.

Mia.

Aaron and Savannah.

Noah with Clio.

Leo, Laila, and Zion.

Ms. Yelena.

Later, at home, Noah played on my computer while we packed for Cape Cod.

One of my favorite photographers, Paul Graham, was signing books a while back. Lil’ dude came with me.

I rewarded Noah for his patience with some new shoes.

(New shoes not pictured).

Ice cream lunch after a late breakfast.

Walking/riding to the train.

On Saturday’s I’ve been playing softball in Central Park with some friends. Last weekend Kate and Noah tagged along.

Central Park.

Sappy times.

Kate took a flick of Noah cheering me on in my ridiculous baseball pants.

We all won.

Noah reluctantly suiting up to be the ring bearer.

Trying to psych Noah up for the walk down the aisle.

We tell him jokes, show him statues, trying to get him comfortable.

Kate’s arms were the most comfortable place though.

Aunt Sherry and Joey.

Meeting some friends.

Best man speech.

Julie stealing the cake.

With Kamber.

Joey and Ali with their daughter Marley.

Bev.

B-boy.

Time to throw things!

Calling up all the single ladies.

Time for the single bros to try and catch the garter.

Proud moment.

Noah passed responsibilities off to someone with longer arms (who didn’t get very far, maybe ankle? Mid-calf at best?).

Great day. Congrats to Joey and Ali!