On the day you turn three


Today you turn three. I have been told I have to come to terms that you are no longer a toddler. No, today you become my little (big) girl. Today you wake up and go to preschool, where you are capable of learning valuable lessons like the color of a rainbow or what a frog is.

Sometimes you've got to let it all hang out to make good food.

The truth is I’ve struggled to write this. Every time I start to write, I get emotional as I realize how much of an impact you have made on my life. You have brought me tremendous joys from your wrestler-strong headlocks you call a hug to the deep breaths you force me to take when you refuse to eat even the smallest speck of carrot. You have brought me closer to Kelci and you have begun to accept the fact you are going to have a little sister.

You are a beautiful soul, you are fast to smile and fast to offer a please or thank you for even the smallest thing. You are smart beyond what I thought capable. Your ability to suddenly count backward shocked us all. Your ability to remember asking auntie for a squirt gun for your birthday months after the conversation helped her remember.

You have made an impact on others with multiple people posting how much you mean to them. You’re only three, but you have changed my life forever and I love you for that.

Happy birthday baby bear.

Congratulations, it’s a…

Twenty weeks ago, we found out we were facing a new adventure. Twenty weeks ago, we found out we were facing the challenge and the opportunity of bringing a new life into this world.

And today we got to find out about the names we get to argue about and the clothes we get to pick out and the sports we get to learn how to coach. Although I’ve made it pretty well known that I want and it’s pretty well known what Kylah wants.

Tonight I got to tell Kylah what we’re having:

Pathway to new adventures

For the second night in a row, I have just put my two-year-old daughter (OK, she’ll be three in two weeks, but still) to bed without a pullup on. This means two things: I’m crazy and my little girl is growing up.

It’s amazing to think that not only are we nearly three years into the first part of this journey. But we’re also half way to the beginning of the next chapter of our new journey. Baby Berto 2.0 is growing along quite nicely. Kelci still fights through morning sickness, but it’s been a bit smoother than it was with Kylah.

Which is code for we haven’t yet had to take her to the ER.

Since we’re at half way in the journey, it also means it’s time to find out whether I get to build a little boy room or a little girl room!!! Kelci and I have been looking forward to this for, well, for 20 weeks now! Somebody asked me today what I was hoping for. Funny question, but the truth is, wanting a boy is what got us into this mess.

When Kelci and I were vacationing in Mazatlan last year, I saw a guy who was about 50 getting ready to head out fishing with his son. In that moment, I knew I wanted a boy to share that with. Don’t get me wrong, Kylah is always going to be my “little duder” and I will always share my passions for football, hunting, fishing and camping with her. In fact, she asked me tonight if girls with long hair can play football. Of course I said yes.

But the bond of father and son is one that is just… different. I remember all of those guy moments with my dad and want a little man to share them with. Tomorrow we get a look at the little guy or little girl we’ll be welcoming into our world next.

In the meantime, here’s some pictures of my little girl that I love and cherish and can’t wait to help her reel in her first fish.