Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Snow time.

Auntie Mindy brought out the 4-wheeler and Noah wanted a ride.

Careful in these woods, people are out to get you.

(The next few photos are by Kate)

Snowboarding, so hot right now.

Helping Aunt Mindy pack.

Bath time with Nana.

Tis’ the season for Noah’s school to put on their annual Holiday Extravaganza!

(note – Not my best photos, I took the seat of a proud parent for this)

First up, the lil’, lil’ ones.

Proud parents everywhere.

The second group (the 2 year olds) kind of fell apart.

Intermission. Twin violinist, the daughter’s of Ms. Shameka who works in the office.

Next up, Noah’s class.

Group song.

The girls were snowflakes.

The boys were elves.

Noah cheesing at us.

His well practiced bow.

A quick vid of the elves performance.

They closed it out with the big kids (4 year olds).

Noah was proud of himself, or maybe he was proud of the red turtleneck he had to wear. Either way, he was happy to see us.

Lil’ dude fresh out the barber shop (it’s a toy store actually..) trying to get right for the holidays.

I have 10,000+ photos of Noah, but I didn’t have these!

That cream background is $!!

You ready for this one?

You sure?

It’s a good one.

Seriously, Kate and I were bent over laughing. It’s so good I might have to make a wall mural of it.

Steady cheezin’.

Every year Noah’s school invades the government offices in their building taking back your stolen tax dollars one tootsie roll at a time. Like any good rebellion, you need a leader – in this case Ms. Yelena – and a good pep talk.

Noah’s costume of choice for this “occupation”: a parrot to represent the colorful lies of the 1%.

Send in the dragons first, to intimidate.

Then show ’em our strength in numbers!

See how nervous the “suits” are?

The “fall” of big business (I’m guessing).

Logan

Laila and her mom

Dr. Noah C.

Can’t let the man keep us down with crowded elevators.

Admit it, you don’t read my captions.

Back to the class to celebrate our success.

Nooria

Back in our apartment, taking stock of our loot.

…until… (to be continued)