Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

The trailhead we were trying to find the day before was super easy to find, when I knew where to look.

Our trail leader.

Nature is amazing. When this tree fell over it picked up the boulder it had grown around. How long until that boulder falls to the ground as the tree decomposes?

“Just keep climbing!”

Peaked.

Over it.

Noah was trying to head back down almost as soon as we got to the top. He was cold so I told him to take shelter in the trees while I took a couple of photos.

It only “looks” like he turned to stone.

The descent.

The reward.

While we were in NH, back in August, we had lunch…

geared up…

and went for a hike.

Like life, the path wasn’t clear.

But there was cool stuff along the way.

Then your family decides they don’t want to follow you up a grown-in logging road anymore.

“It was still fun right guys!?!”

“Right?”

Mostly forgiven.

Let’s go for a ride. We’ll go back to August when we took a trip up to NH on Noah’s birthday. Nana, Grampa, and Aunt Mindy welcomed Noah with cake.

Later, geared up to sleep in Nana and Grampa’s motor home with Aunt Mindy.

The next morning we went to Santa’s Village.

Flexing.

Noah was bummed on this ride last year.

Log fluuuuume!

Always fun. More soon.

For Noah’s 6th birthday we invited some of his friends to the Brooklyn Music Factory.

The kids started by jamming for while to warm up, then they started writing a song.

Oliver. Derby.

Chester.

Nooria (in the back with her dad and sister). Keado.

Jonathan.

Nooria’s sister Meesha.

The lyrics they came up with.

Derby feeling it.

Putting music to the lyrics.

Savannah and Keado’s dad.

Switch it up.

Jamming so hard it shook a tooth out of Paxton’s face.

Cake.

Dad jams.

Savannah wanted her vocals to be louder.

A mellow jam as we all said goodbye.

When we walked outside, Noah gave Savannah a ring that he found a few days before… These kids.

Thanks to everyone for coming!

At dinner the last night of our Florida vacation. Taking turns posing with a great sunset. Kate, Amy, Lisa, Riley (Amy’s daughter), and Kat (our ringleader).

Pat and Amy with their kids who all ripped it in the surf and skatepark all week.

Some members of the Urban/Holt clan

The next morning, bummed to say goodbye.

After we left New Smyrna Beach, and before we went to the airport, we had lunch at Uncle Jerry and Aunt Annette’s house in Orlando where Nana T. and Opa were staying. Noah and Moira wrote on their chalkboard.

Uncle Jerry brought out some old tickets to Disney World.

Kat, Uncle Jerry, and Moira.

Aunt Annette and Nana T. saying goodbye (or get out?) as we left for the airport.

Back in NYC, waiting for luggage.

Big thanks to Kat for inviting us, making all of the arrangements, and letting us use her car. Thanks to Uncle Jerry, Aunt Annette, Dede, Moira, Pat, and Amy for all their help and hospitality.