Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Me, Joe, and Noah on our way to soccer practice (a while back).

Said “mall gripper”.

Joe took some photos of the villain of our story.. me.

Here’s another one of me, probably yelling at someone.

Oh yeah, and Noah isn’t really into soccer.

So anyway…

Joe’s trip was too short, even if it was for a week. Hope to see him again soon.

Sadly, my (computer) tower may be done, but while a genius or two tries to fix it, go back and relive the best moments of this blog through the column on the right called “Some random older posts”.

See you soon.

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!

Last Sunday we met up with Leo and his dad on the way to soccer practice.

The drill where we throw the balls and the kids carry them back on their heads.

..or not.

Running the cones.

Then learning to make a “wall” to defend the goal on penalty kicks… jk. I don’t know what’s going on here.

This happens.

We all win.

The post practice playground party.

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!