Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Last weekend we drove up to New Hampshire for my cousin Joey’s wedding.

Lunch, Brattleboro, VT.

Mission accomplished!

On the 4th day of Easter…

After Noah beat his Easter basket up, we walked over to Nana T. and Opa’s.

Noah took a spill. This is where it hurt.

Spring.

Uncle Tim.

Makeshift doorbell.

Showing Declan the firetruck we are letting him use.

Lunch.

After dessert.

Imagine a life where almost every morning there are presents waiting for you when you wake up.

Realizing you can’t eat all of the candy in sight? Bummer.

At least someone was there to console Noah (after she laid the rules on him).

Next up, partying at Nana T. and Opa’s.

Home for a day, dressing Noah in a shirt I bought him while I was in Colorado.

Then Kate and I are off to Mexico where I am shooting a wedding.

It’s tough letting go.

Luckily we left Noah in the more than capable hands of Nana T. and Opa.

About a week ago Kate wrote “pig” on the chalkboard that Noah eats next to every morning. Today Noah erased it and said that he was going to write “pig”. The rest is history.