Harlan Photos - Winter 2012



Before we cut - with Daddy

This year we decided to go to a tree farm to cut down our Christmas tree.  The kids were extremely excited about this! I must begrudgingly admit that this was better than visiting the people who came up from North Carolina to sell pre-cut trees out of a trailer.  Thanks to Martin Luther for Christmas trees.

"Legend has it that Martin Luther began the tradition of decorating trees to celebrate Christmas. One crisp Christmas Eve, about the year 1500, he was walking through snow-covered woods and was struck by the beauty of a group of small evergreens. Their branches, dusted with snow, shimmered in the moonlight. When he got home, he set up a little fir tree indoors so he could share this story with his children. He decorated it with candles, which he lighted in honor of Christ's birth."

Tips from Mark: Real Human

Ethan: AHH there's a stinkbug!
Mark: When you see a stinkbug you have to pretend that you're a statue. That way the stink bug won't know you are a real human.

Spiderman!

Mark: I hope a spider bites me so that I can turn into Spiderman!

Friend of my Mom's: you have to watch out with that sugar free stuff - it has acetaminophen in it!
Mom: that is Tylenol
Friend: Oh.. you know what I mean! (aspartame)

Mark: Dad I want the pizza cutter
Me: No Mark that is dangerous please sit in your seat.
Mark (smacking head): uggh.. Dad.. you don't.. it doesn't have the sharp, it isn't even the sharp... Dad you don't under.. Daddy you didn't understanded me! I just wanted the piece of pizza.

Happy 5th Birthday Mark

Mark just turned 5 years old! Here are a few pictures of the big man.

Instead

Mark:  Daddy why does hair grow in your nose instead?
Me:  What do you mean "instead?"
Mark:  Why does hair grown in your nose?
Me:  It just does... but why did you say "instead?"
Mark:  uhh Daddy... your hair doesn't grow on your head anymore but it grows in your nose right?
later...
Mark:  Daddy I think God wants your hair to grow in your nose instead of on your head... maybe.


Mark:  (wearing shin guards on his arms) Daddy! if a robot hitted me really hard on my arm when I am wearing these... he will break apart!