Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Yurt life!

I never want to leave.

Leaving.

Story Land!

Where kids can run, play, and learn to be frustrated by pens that don’t work.

After staying up too late, looking at too many stars, I wanted to take a nap so I sent Noah and Nana to find me a bed that wasn’t too hard, or too soft, but just right.

This went to lil’ dudes head.

Fair maidens.

Dictatoring.

Grampa Holt stealing a photo of us on the balloon ride.

Noah stealing a hug.

Kate, telling some kid to squirt the guy with the camera.

Story Land’s secret water ride.

Seconds later…

Back at the pond.

Noah’s telling me a story about the one that got away.

Nana Holt giving us a lesson in determination.

Solid times.

A day at The Flume while we were still up in NH.

Spiders are taking over the world. You heard it hear first.

A b-b-b-b-bear cave!

Youth, falling through the cracks.

Noah called these shelters “theaters”, each time we got a “show”.

Into the wolf den.

Noah wasn’t into climbing through the old wolf den, but he found some other caves to call through.

Back at the compound, playing around with the cars that Uncle Gerry and Aunt Paula gave him.

Packing in up for NH, in the rain.

No rain in New Haven.

We stopped off to see the Robert Adams retrospective.

Lunch.

Hours later… NH!!

Rainbow toe cheese.

That’s how we start out a post about Clio and Sienna having a joint birthday party at the Prospect Park Carousel.

Unofficially NYC’s fastest, this carousel might not be great if you’re a strange dude trying to take photos the whole time, but if you’re Clio and it’s your birthday and you can’t get enough, you are in heaven.

Sienna was pretty psyched too.

Noah’s first horse and it’s funny tongue.

Next.

Logan.

Audrey.

Laila.

Nooria.

So. Sappy.

Hours later, Clio was still going around, and around, and around…

Thanks for inviting us!!

The weather has been weird this summer and we aren’t getting to chill in Prospect Park enough. The other Sunday Nate-dawg met up with us a brought his dogs Bowie and Iman.

Color coordinated ice cream, as always.

Dawg walking.

Light bragging.

Later, after a bath, Noah played Legos in his underwear for Nana and Grampa Holt.

Isn’t technology great!!