Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

This year, for the first time, it was Christmas in Brooklyn. Luckily my parents and Aunt Mindy were able to make it down to spend it with us.

Noah was excited.

They came bearing gifts.

Our tree struggled to cover them all.

At the very same time, one of Noah’s teeth decided it wanted out of his face.

Kate and Noah wanted (reluctantly) to try the ole’ string on the doorknob trick.

Reluctantly.

Many knots tried.

Finally Noah asked me to just pull it out.

Crazy face.

A quick story before bed. Excited to see what both Santa and the Tooth Fairy would bring.

A couple weeks ago we made our annual trip to see Santa. After waiting for a while in the cold, Noah nervously waiting our turn inside.

Signing in.

On deck…

The big guy.

Santa pulled Noah up onto his lap and they sat awkwardly for a second.

Until Santa had something for him.

Later, a private conversation at the playground.

Canal Street.

Dumplings in Chinatown for lunch.

Cannoli for dessert.

Living it up.

Halloween, it brings out the creepiest people…

and this year it brought us the creepiest grandparents, Nana and Grampa Holt. Here they are sneaking up on Noah as we took a family stroll through Prospect Park.

Just a leisurely stroll.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Greeting babies.

Helping others.

End of October, chaperoning these kids as they go on a trip to the New Victory Theater.

Show in progress.

Growing up in NH I never thought I would be trying to wrangle my kid and his classmates in Times Square. Good times.

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.