Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

It feels like there are fewer hours in the day to take photos of Noah.  When I pick him up from school the sun has long set, and some mornings I (almost) have to wake him up to try and get him to day care in the morning.

Today was a pretty good, the timing was nice so I could get a few flicks.

“All finished”

The “I Love NH” moose that watches over the changing table.

Pretending to need a nap.

Noah, after a bath and some extra special hair combing by Nana Holt.

Maybe my mom thinks that we keep Noah too dirty, maybe she truly enjoys it, but either way Nana Holt loves to give Noah a bath.  They never take long, Nana is efficient and thorough, but both parties involved seem to have a good time.  The one thing I remember from her giving me baths as a kid was that she was rough when drying my hair.  At least now I realize how annoying it is to dry someone elses hair, especially as they try to crawl away.

p.s. Surgery went really well for my dad (Noah’s Grandfather) yesterday.  He is going to be in the hospital recovering for about the next week.  Thanks for everyone who sent their thoughts and prayers.

Kate was out last night, so I had the sole duty of feeding Noah (we usually tag-team).

I switched it up by putting together Peas AND Carrots.

Tasted better then it looked.

Keeping Noah clean during dinner has really become a chore for me.  He like to feed himself, or at least grab the spoon and put about 3/4 of the food into his mouth.  Then when I take the spoon away, he uses the backs of his hands to smear the remaining 1/4 bit of food.  I need to learn a new technique.

Bath time.

A while back Grampa Holt bought this insane shower/bath/jacuzzi/steam room/entertainment center.  Kate thought it would be fun to give Noah a bath in it.