There is no doubt that Beckett is a cute kid. He’s got those big brown eyes, and little dimples at his temples when he smiles. But there is one asset people comment on the most, and that’s his curly hair with the subtle red highlights that women across the country pay top dollar trying to imitate.

If you’ve ever wondered where Beckett got that gorgeous hair, this might help tell the story.

See that adorable redhead leaning against the wall next to Uncle Jerry? Well, that’s Aunt Sherry Berry. Aunt Sherry is Beckett’s great aunt.

 
This hunky redhead is Beckett’s great uncle, Roger Berry. You may remember him from a few years ago as “Dipstick”.   I hope Beckett not only gets his hair color from Roger, but that a little bit of Roger’s sense of humor and sweetness will rub off on Beckett too. 

 
Hubba Hubba! Poor Beckett, this is what his mother should look like. Instead he got stuck with me. This is Basil’s cousin, Kelly Berry, daughter of Roger Berry. Beckett looks more like Kelly right now than her own sons do!

There is no doubt that he’s a Berry.

 

 

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  The UP is a little boy’s heaven. Everything centers around very manly outdoor activities like fishing, 4 wheeling, catching minnows, shooting off fireworks, boating, and camping. 

This is Beckett on his first real fishing trip.  He may appear to be a little overdressed, but you never know when you’re going to have to dive in and catch the fish with your bare hands, now do you?

You don’t have to go far on Little Manistique Lake to find the fish. Beckett’s Great Grandpa Pete sunk a couple of old prams just past the dock sometime in the last 30 years, and created a wonderful little fish habitat right out in front of the house.

 

When he pulled this little guy out of the water, Beckett immediately said, “Too small. Throw him back!” His first time out, and he’s already aiming to catch a big one.  We’re going to have to work on his fishing stories, too. When I asked him how big the fish was he caught when he got home that night, he made a tiny little gesture, like the fish might have actually been to small to even see.  Papa quickly corrected him, and started to teach him that when somebody asks you how big your fish was, you spread your arms out as wide as possible. 

Before bed, while I was scratching his back, Beck told me, “I went fishing today, Mommy. And the fish I caught loved me THIS much…”, and he spead his arms out as wide as he could. He was asleep before his arms could even rest back down by his side. Being a Yuper is hard work.

 

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