Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Hand painted signs can be great.

A couple of Sunday’s ago we went to the 5th Ave. street fair. It was really hot, but Noah wasn’t into wearing shorts so I showed him how to go “hipster” instead.

Artisinal rides.

Noah used his middle finger to point out a puppet show he wanted to see.

It’s not a street fair without some shoe shopping.

A table covered in breakable things.

Noah wasn’t into this little slide.

This slide was fun though.

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.

Aransas and Derby.

Savannah.

A (messy) snack with the girls before we went home.

Last week, picking Noah up at school.

Teacher styles.

Antagonizing ants.

On a different trip home from school, a week or so ago, Noah accidentally dropped a car off of a bridge and into the construction site below that is part of the new arena being built. Noah was really bummed, and I mentioned it to one of the guys that we see everyday (I think he’s a union rep). The guy then asked a construction worker working on the site to try and get it for him. On the way home from the park this day, he flagged us over and pulled out the car that Noah had lost. Cleaned and ready to roll.

Noah was so excited, and the man in the car who helped us get the car back, his name is also Noah.

Thank you Mr. Noah!

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!