“Me! House!”

child with Down syndrome holds yellow daffodils and looks up

I was right to have been nervous about coming back. I mean, I found a mouse nest in my printer last year, remember? And alligator lizards in the sink and outhouse. I knew what we were coming home to.

But what I didn’t count on – at all – was Moxie’s reaction.

When we turned the truck into 4×4 gear and started up the winding, rough road uphill towards home, Moxie started to become very excited, bouncing in her car seat, saying, “Me! House!

Me! House! Me! House! Me! House! Me House!

My heart got all warm and glowy-like, that busta-move feeling of joy so thick you could slice it with a butter knife.

I mean, Micah? I expected his excitement. Moxie? I hadn’t thought at all about how excited she might be, would be. And it was the coolest thing, seeing her rise to her own personal Cloud Nine at being back.

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While everything has to be done, nothing is horrific, thanks to Mikey’s week of cleaning. It’s just bad. Like, there are no actual dead mouse bodies all over the place; it’s just mounds of mouse poop.

But there is a ton of stuff to sort out, put away. Cleaning is monumental, I’m talking HOLY COW, Mon-U-ment-AL.

a tall, handsome, extremely young-looking guy handles a dolly while his bright n' sprightly son looks on and smiles. In the kitchen of the "yurt", rough inside
a tall, handsome, extremely young-looking guy handles a dolly while his bright n’ sprightly son looks on and smiles. In the kitchen of the “yurt”, rough inside

The washing machine is on the fritz and the fridge that we used to use runs off a different solar power system that is a different voltage than our new system (which is AMAZING, by the way). The new fridge has arrived already – but it needs to be unpacked, hooked up and put away.

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stacks of construction-grade totes tower to the left , the solar-powered old fridge is on a dolly in the middle of the room and on the right is just a lot of mess. The 3 kids play and Mikey stands with his hands in his pockets, surveying everything. NO MICE TO BE SEEN
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Mack is seated on his trike, Moxie on her bouncy ball, having a serious conversation about God-knows-what in their own made-up-for-them language. A propane heater is behind them

It’s a lot of work but THANKFULLY, my boots are doing a great job of holding my broken foot in place so I can limp around pretty well. High 5 to Lowa – they might be ugly boots, but I’ll be damned if they aren’t the best around.

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mess! mess! so MUCH FREAKING MESS! Mack stands in the doorway of the “yurt” looking at me. Mop, gardening tools, chair and debris piles by the door
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Moxie sits in the doorway with her foot raised, looking at it. I think she wants boots too

And meanwhile, it’s exactly as I thought it might be: the beauty is enough to take my breath away and does a fine job of distracting me from anything that’s not completely pleasant.

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purple snap pea
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Mack and Moxie play in the grass, looking for lizards
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yellow daffodil
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Moxie in the flower garden
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Mack and Moxie in the flowers – Moxie holds up a daffodil that she picked
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Mack and Moxie look at the flowers

I love this place.

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Moxie holding daffodils, looking up at the sky
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Moxie smiles into the daffodils in her hands
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Moxie looks like she’s saying “ooooh” to the flowers in her hands, but I think she’s really trying to blow a bug on them away
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Moxie’s playing with the flowers in her hands
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Moxie’s trying to decide if she should tear the flowers apart, throw them, or bring them in to me. She ended up deciding on the latter

 

Meriah

is a deaf blogger, global nomad, tech-junkie, cat-lover, Trekkie, Celto-Teutonic-peasant-handed mom of 3 (one with Down syndrome and one gifted 2E).

She likes her coffee black and hot.


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