Poor Baby Hercules...

With Gibson..

I knew how far along I was by the day...

I had all the necessary "essentials" to capture his first few days..

scrapbooks.....

plaster to get his first hand print.....

cute little keepsake holder for his birth certificate....

photo albums to hold all the pictures that didn't fit in the scrapbooks..

a time capsule to hold special mementos from that year...

That poor boy had a 101 pictures taken of him in the first 5 minutes...

With Ari...

I did not have all the paraphernalia..

but I did eagerly count down the days..

I filled her closet with pretty little dresses..

and little dolls..

She had quite a few pictures taken on her first day...

The third...

Oh poor baby Hercules..

I get confused how far along I am...

I sometimes even mess up my due date..

Pregnancy brain combined with mommy of little ones brain is quite the combo..

I will be lucky if my camera is still in working condition by September when Herc is due to arrive..

So I decided to do something I actually never did with the other two..

Take Belly pics..

So at least when Herc is 3 years old and Gibby and Ari are trying to convince him he was adopted because we have no baby pictures.. I can at least show the belly pictures..

(I know from experience that older siblings will try this... even when you all look EXACTLY alike.. thank you Seth, Sean and Andrea)

However, in true Kara fashion..

I am 26 weeks pregnant

and only have 3 pics...

And also in true Kara fashion they are silly bathroom mirror pics...

(the 1st one is from 19 wks, 2nd 21 wks, 3rd 24 wks)

side note: since we moved you will no longer be seeing shower curtain pics..

I will let you digest that upsetting news.. I will have to find a new place to take random photos

another side note: I am not really sure if those weeks are accurate I kinda guessed.. and really would you expect anything else from me?.. sigh

It's a bird, it's a plane

Gibson has an alter ego..

It's Super Gibson..

As far as Superhero names go, I guess that one doesn't keep his secret identity that secret..

He has been wearing his cape everywhere..

The store..

school...

church...

I believe it has something to do with his friend Connor, who we visited for New Years.

Connor had an awesome "Super Why" costume..

Whatever inspired him, it is adorable...

Today he wore his cape to school..

He was (ever so gently that I feel it doesn't even qualify as a hit) hit by a block..

He proceeded to have a freak out...

One of his friends said

" Superheroes don't cry"...

So my big brave boy...

Stopped crying...

stood up straight...

straight enough to rip his cape off..

and wailed...

Well, every Superhero has the thing that will bring him to his knees ..

Superman has kryptonite..

My son has blocks..

They're basically the same thing..

Side note: trying to photograph a Superhero is hard work..