Micah got very excited when the robot vacuum turned on, saying “Black vacuum! Black vacuum!” Brinley, 5, responded with, “Kids. They’re just so silly.”

As an annual Christmas tradition we always walk down by the river in Golden, looking at all the Christmas lights they’ve put up. This year Micah is old enough to walk well, so we go at his pace. As he marvels at this or that set of lights every 20 yards, his eyes go wide and he slowly says, “Whooooaaaaa…”

Micah is trying to figure out how to activate the old camera that Mommy gave Brinley. Handing it to me, he steps back slightly to look at it, furrowing his brow and slowly tapping his lips while saying “Hmm…” as I turn it on.

Every morning Micah gets a bit antsy if he suspects that I’ll forget to grab his stick of “deodorant” so that we can both do our morning routine of applying it at the same time, his eyes following my movements to ensure that he’s got the correct technique. I won’t forget, buddy.

Micah and I have a morning routine making my coffee. I get all the water and beans ready, then he pushes the button that begins the brewing process, starting with the loud bean grinder.

When it starts with a jolt, he gets a wide grin on his face as he turns toward me and starts humming, his pitch rising to match the pitch of the whirling bean grinder. The biggest, most satisfied smile comes as the grinding sound stops.

Micah tears down one of the vertical blinds in the living room. When Sarah sees it she sighs in exasperation, and Brinley says, “See? I told you he was a bad baby.”

Often in the melee of trying to entertain the kids and keep the house running, we’ll lose track of where Micah is. When that happens, more often than not we can find him sitting on the floor in his room, quietly reading one of his books.