Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Friday night I picked up Noah from school and we met up with Joshua, Amanda, and Julian (and Kate) on the Upper West side. Unfortunately for you, Noah and I both failed. I failed to take many photos..

..and Noah failed to remember that he wasn’t wearing a diaper.

It’s been a pretty impressive year for snow in NYC.  Last week we got another 14 inches of snow, shutting down Noah’s school (and any work I was going to get done).  Daddy Day Care!!  Below is an account of the conversation I had with Noah over the course of morning.  Enjoy.

“Look how dope it looks outside Noah!”

“Look!  We are going to have to go out there and play around.”

” Bye Kate, have a good day at work!!”

“O.k. Noah, let’s go get ready!”

“What? Aren’t you psyched?!? Look at all the great snow.”

“Look at our car!”

“You’re not psyched!?!?  C’mon!”

“Here, get in this backpack and I’ll show you how great this is.”

“Look at the chains on the garbage truck!”

“Look at the bike!”

“Look at the barbed wire!”

“Look at the balloons!”

“Look at how bummed that car is!”

“Look, a snowboard!”

“Look, sledding”

“Do you want to go sledding? Put on these mittens so your hands don’t get cold.”

(Borrow a sled. Sledding. Camera dragging behind us.)

“Wasn’t that fun!”

“Ok, ok.  How about standing over here, Nana(s) will like this scene.”

“Fine… get back in the backpack…”

Me, “Look!”

Noah, “No look!”

One good thing that came from our adventure? A really good nap for Noah.

Lil Dude in some of his Patriots gear on Monday night.

Putting some puzzles together and looking tough.

Until Kate finds a “fuzzy” (feather from the couch).

Scary stuff.

Go Pats.

Saturday morning, big day. Going to see the big guy. Hoping it goes a little smoother than last year.

Uhhh….  yeah.  This was the line for Santa.  I’m not much for lines, but I hung in there for the family.  Barely.

Insert something about “numb toes” and “staring at windows”.

Kate warmed Noah up to Santa while I waited in line.

Not really psyched at first…

…but they got to talking about Thomas the train and Noah came around to him.

Why still so serious?

After a great night’s sleep, we had a little breakfast before going to get some groceries.  This photo can serve as a kind of “before” photo…

…because after I got back from a grocery run with Emmett, Noah was running in the driveway and took a dive.

Nana dried up the tears with strawberries.

Then Noah got mad at us for trying to clean up his wound and ran into the corner of the cabinets and got a cut on the left side of his head, more strawberries.

Luckily, he’s alright.

The pool is fine too.

Intercom.

World Cup Final.

Post nap bruiser.

Birthday party for Emmett.

Bratty birthday boy with silly string.

The poorly influenced younger brother.

The battered and bruised birthday boys nephew who is nervous about all this silly string stuff.

More pool.

Kate hoping tomorrow can be less eventful.