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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Perspective

Seriously.

How can you have a bad day or even a series of bad days when there is so much cuteness right before your eyes?
Align CenterYou can't.

It's impossible.

I have tried. Trust me on this.

I was reading through Elder Wirthlin's talk "Come what may and love it" and came across a quote:
"The simple secret is this: put your trust in the Lord, do your best, and leave the rest up to Him."

Gave me some perspective. Also talking to a friend the other day left me with a broader perspective. I was asking her if we could swap our buckets of trials with another. She began to list several trials I am actually glad that I don't have just as many of you are glad you don't have mine. But the important thing to remember here is that our trials are ours. And no one else's. Each of our trials help us to become more like Christ. And that is the goal of our time on earth.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Turkey Day

I hope that you all had a GREAT Turkey Day.

Our day started off with our First Annual Turkey Trot. We were going to do the "real" turkey trot but were swayed after we found out the 2 mile family fun run was going to run us $60. Thanks but we have Christmas to pay for and I have already put that to good use :)

The Turkey Trot was attended by all members of the Family.

They were such good sports.... we started at 7:30am. And not one person complained. They all showed up with their happy smiling faces. It was awesome. My family is awesome. Even my aunt with 3 chillens 2 and under showed up. Bless her soul. She is a good person.

We dedicated this run to Savannah. It was for her so that she could enjoy some turkey dinner without me having to stress over it all. Not to say there was no stress, but well it is what it is.

My pretties before the race. Isabella is wearing one of my coats from when I was 4. I am not sure what is more awesome.... that my mom still has this coat OR that she can fit into it!

And the 3 twins with their surrogate (sp?? don't judge) mother.

Overall it was a very good walk. We took about 1.5 hours for 2.25 miles. Impressive. Shaved off about 45 minutes from our walk in the dead of summer. Pretty good if you ask me. I think that everyone had fun. I sure did. My family is the best.

Then off to go on a bike ride with my cousin who convinced me to get a road bike. He was nice to me and led the tail wind and I just cruised behind him when I could keep up. He is pretty fast. One day. I guess I will just have to practice more. Our average wasn't too much too bad from his normal. Especially since we had a lot more lights than he usually does (at least that is what I am going to tell myself).

On to the rush of getting the final preparations for dinner at Auntie's house. I had to work that night so I needed to run outta there and take a nap... something my pretties missed out on. But they sure went to bed early with not too much complaining.

Then Friday I woke up terrible sick. Has lasted a few days. Going to see the doctor tomorrow to see what is going on.

Hopefully you all had a fun filled action packed weekend and are ready for the holidays to begin. We are just awaiting Cyber Monday to finish our Christmas shopping. Should be a party!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Many Things

I am grateful for many things. I have not been too good about writing them every day here, but its true. I am grateful for a lot. I have been blessed so much in my life that I could never count all the blessings given to me. But I suppose I will try :)

I am grateful for my girls. I am grateful for the challenges and lessons that they give and teach me each day. I am grateful for them individually and collectively. They force me to get out of bed on the mornings I would just rather not, they put a smile on my face when I am too tired or grumpy, they forgive me almost immediately when I lose my temper with them, they love me despite my faults. All of them. My faults that is.

I am grateful for my son. Who daily inspires me to do better. He is a constant reminder of how I need to live my life. I will see him again one day. And I am grateful for that. Someday, Just not today.

I am grateful for my husband. He set up our Christmas tree this year (of course he does this every year) while I was at a meeting one night. Yes we have our tree up already. I will be working during our "usual" setting up time and I needed to get it done in order to fully enjoy our holiday. He also got all the other decor out and started putting up Daxton's tree. I didn't think I would even get the ornaments on the big tree but alas. I have Christmas decor sprinkled throughout the house. Thanks to him. He's the best. And not just because he sets up my tree. He just knows when I won't be able to do something and he just does it for me :).

I am grateful for my Father in Heaven. For the sacrifice of His Son so that we can repent of our imperfections. I am grateful for a Father in Heaven who knows. He knows what it feels like to lose a Son. He knows the grief that I know all to well. I am grateful for that Son, because He took upon Himself all of my imperfections, sorrows, griefs, pains, and so much more. He is the one person who knows when I need someone who knows. And all I have to do is ask.

I am grateful for this time to be grateful. It helps me to reflect on all that has been given to me. For it is much.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Riding Shorts

I tried a little experiment this morning and I made a few mistakes....

#! Do NOT go riding when it is as or below 40 degrees. IT IS COLDNESS!!!
#2 When it is cold utside, don't freeze your entire waterbottle. It won't thaw. And then you will be thirsty.
#3 Bike Shorts.

I left home without putting on my biker shorts. I thought it would just be easier to not wear them. I also wanted to see if I could tell a difference. YEP. Sure can.

So today I am NOT thankful for the freezing cold hypothermia weather (41) because I am a wimp and totally ok with that.

BUT I am grateful that I own a pair of bike shorts. They are fantastic.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Friends

I am grateful for friends. I have lotsa different kinds of friends.

I am grateful for friends I call. Friends I call crying. Friends I call laughing. Friends I call to vent. Friends I don't call. Friends who understand. Friends who I hope never don't. Friends who text. Friends who don't. Friends whom I email.

I am grateful for friends who drink a coke for me. Friends who don't drink coke at all.

I am grateful for friends I run with. Friends who I used to run with. Friends who I bike with. Friends who I used to bike with. Friends with whom I wished would bike. Friends I wish lived close enough to bike. Friends who don't bike at all.

I am grateful for friends at church. Friends who don't do church. Friends who help me learn more about myself. Friends who surprise me for my birthday and forgive me when I forget theirs.

I am grateful for friends who are moms. Friends who are my mom. Friends who aren't moms. Friends who are siblings.

Ok that was an over use of the word "friends".... but you get the point :). I love all my friends. All of you.

Thanks for being great! Really. Thanks for being great. Because you all are great. Really. Really. Really great.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Take a Message

Sorry I'm not home right now. Leave a message and I'll call you back.

I think Savannah had heard that song one to many times!

Tonight I asked her to pick up her shoes. She says to me, "I am not available right now. Please leave a message." And she started cracking up.

And so did I.

I chopped off my girls hair.


Actually. I didn't. Jaime Hair did. (that is what she is listed as in my phone :)) And didn't she do a CUTE job? I love it.

The morning after Mikenna asked me, "Mommy, can you glue hair back on?" I about died laughing but instead I told her, "No honey. It has to grow."

But that was the last of it. She hasn't mentioned it since then. So I think she likes it.

The other night Isabella was climbing out of her high chair (a very regular occurrence here in the Kunz household) and Doug told her, "Isabella. Sit. Down."

She scowled at him, sat down, and continued to "eye" him for the next 10 minutes. Or should I say scowl at him. She just had her head turned, tried really hard NOT to smile, and wouldn't talk to us.

It was hilarious. That girl.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

"Mommy eyes"

I am grateful today for my eyes. I have had keratinitis (inflammation of my cornea) for the last 2 weeks. What that means is blurry vision, drops every 2 hours (ish), warm compress with scrub am and pm. It is quite annoying.

Oh and did I mention I have been out of my contacts for 3 weeks now. I have had to wear my glasses and NO MASCARA. Now if you know me well, you know that the last one hasn't been a problem for me. Ever. I am not a wearer of the makeup. It takes too much time and lets be honest. I am lazy.

So I mentioned I have been in my glasses and no makeup for 3 weeks.

Well tonight was a special night so I decided to make an exception. Mascara AND contacts. After getting all dolled up (or something) I walked out and Isabella kept looking at me funny and saying, "Mommy eyes, Mommy eyes, Mommy eyes." Like it was the first time she had seen my eyes. Oh I love that girl. She hasn't been used to seeing my "eyes" for the last little while and I guess glasses and eyes are two different things (well they are just that I either have glasses or eyes.... not both.... you know what I mean, or you don't and you are just as lost as I am at this point.) Anyhow, she was shocked to see my eyes. It was pretty cute.

I guess Isabella isn't the only one who doesn't recognize me with makeup and contacts. My running partner has to have his wife point me out every time he doesn't see me in the am with my running garb and glasses. LOL.

Anyhow, that's the long. The short of it, is that I am grateful for CONTACTS and eyes :).

Oh and I am thankful for my husband who set up the Christmas tree while I was at Evening of Excellence. Isn't he EXCELLENT? Ya. I think so :)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Hot Rolls

I am grateful for hot rolls. I tried my awesome foodie friend's recipe and they were some AWESOME rolls. Not going to lie.

I think I had about 10. Ok maybe only 8. Is that better? They are scrumptious. Really they are! And they are super easy.

Go ahead and try it. They are delish!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Family Home Evening

I am grateful for Family Home Evening. This month we are studying the First Article of Faith: We believe in God the Eternal Father, and in His Son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost. The Articles of Faith are a summary of the LDS fundamental beliefs.

Where each week, I can teach my kids the gospel. I can teach them about God, His plan, His scriptures, His Son.

I get to teach them how to pray, how to sing, how to conduct, how to sit for longer than 5 seconds. How to get answers to questions they may have through prayers.

I am grateful that I get to teach my little ones. Even if it is through on big Family Home Evening duke it out session. I love them. And maybe one day they will learn what I am trying to teach.


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Hard Things

Today, a mother buried her first born child. At just 4 days old. My heart and soul ache for her. For the loss. For the grief.

Hard things stink. A lot. In fact, they smell like stinky pig guts. But somehow we find the will to survive. The will to move on.

I tackled another Goliath today (a certain hill on a certain ride). It was hard. Really hard. In my brain I thought, "I can do hard things, so suck it up and get on with it."

I can do hard things. Even if I have to suck it up and get on with it. Life is hard. Really hard sometimes. And I am grateful I can do hard things. Makes life seem a little easier.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

A little behind

I am going to try to get my 30 gratefuls in the next few weeks so that means I better get on it!

My friend Jenny challenged us to write what we thought our lives were going to be when we were growing up. Here goes:

All growing up, I was going to be a doctor. I was going to major in Chemistry because I had an AWESOME chemistry teacher in high school. In fact, he is so awesome that he got a "best teacher" award just this last year. He was great. I digress.

I was going to go to Ricks (BYU-I) because it was the furthest away I could get from home without paying out of state tuition. I was going to transfer to ASU and finish out my degree and then go to the University of Utah medical school to study Pediatric Oncology. I wasn't going to get married until after med school and kids were the furthest thing from my mind. It wasn't that I didn't want to be a mother, I just wanted to WAIT. A. LONG. TIME.

And then I graduated high school. I went to Ricks, met the man of my dreams, married him after I graduated from with my Associates, went to BYU (for him) with him. I went to UVSC and dutifully took a lot of my prereqs for Med school. I was one determined mama. That is until I actually became a mama, using two forms of birth control (can I say that on my blog?), and 9 months later Savannah was born (I already did that post :)).

I continued with my pre med prereqs and actually finished them all. I even started studying for the MCAT. Took a few tests. Checked out some med schools. I wasn't going to give up easy. NO. Not me. I took Savannah to class. I fed her through a tube while I studied.

Doug graduated from BYU. I didn't. Doug got a job. Then we moved to Texas. My favorite place on earth. It was such a great place. They say that Texas is awesome. They say that the people in Texas are different. They fly their own flag everywhere. Texas pride is great. And they have good reason for it. We loved Texas. In fact, we have our own little piece of Texas in our family. Mikenna was born in Texas. She was a blessing in our lives. She taught Savannah to walk. She taught Savannah to talk. She taught Savannah to fight. She taught Savannah to eat and to start taking care of her. It was awesome. Mikenna is pretty awesome.

I had two kids and they were like twins. It was hard. But I guess I don't remember really how hard it was. Then we moved back "home." I enrolled at the community college to finish what I had started. Kind. Of. I decided that my path was not going to be med school at this time. It was a sad, hard, heart braking decision. Still is. So I took some prereqs for nursing. And I applied to nursing school. I got it. Awesome. 16 months later I was a nurse. I taught my girls to say, "Mommy's a nurse." It was pretty cute when they were 4 and 2.

I graduated 9 months prego with my first boy, Daxton Douglas Kunz. We were so excited. We had a few scares while I was prego with him, but it all turned out ok..... 1 year and 9 days later my world shattered, my heart broke into a million pieces, and a little piece was of me was buried in the Mariposa Cemetery. I am not grateful for my trial. Not. At. All. I never will be. But I am grateful for the lessons I have learned, for the people I have met, and I spose I am a better person for it.

8 months later, Isabella began to heal a little piece of my heart a little bit at a time. I delivered her in the same hospital as Daxton, in the same OR, across the same bed spot in the recovery room, with the same nurses I had had just 19 months earlier. But she was new. She filled the void in my arms. She filled a small piece of my heart. She filled my time during the day. She brings joy to my soul, peace to my mind, and I just love her. She is spoiled. Rotten. And that's ok with me.

In May of this year, we got pregnant again. But just 12 weeks later, it was over. Grrrr. And here we are. I am a mother. It is the hardest job ever. I am the doctor, the nurse, the therapist, the mediator, the entertainer, the cook, the cleaner, the nose wiper, and you know what? I don't mind it. Most of the time I love it. It's true. I love being a mom. Even if its hard. I am grateful I could be a mom. And that's my story.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Early Mornings

About 10 months ago, I was training for the Sedona marathon. I did the last run. 20 miles. 20 miles. Did you read that right? 20 miles. It was awesome. And horrible. And awesome. And hard. And Awesome.

Then I went home, took a nap, and couldn't walk. I had IT band syndrome and bursitis in my hip. I couldn't walk. Let alone run the marathon. Let alone run for 6 months. I took all that time off. I got steroid shots, physical therapy, and I even picked up biking....

Just about every morning that I don't work, I get to head out and go for a run. I am grateful for all the running partners, canals, and many runs that I have been able to participate in. There is something unreplaceable about all the time, conversations, sweat, tears, joys, not so much joys, and secrets that are shared on the canal. What happens on the canal, stays on the canal. Just ask anyone. It's true. It's better than Vegas :).

I am grateful for the health and strength that allows me to run.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Grateful for public Servants :)

I been working the last few nights. I am so glad that I got to work 3 in a row and the Sat Sun combo. I have been in the NICU for 3.5 years and never once worked 3 in a row OR the Sat Sun combo. And here I am. Working both. Ugh. But I am just happy to have a job. Let's be honest.

Well I was able to get off work early on Sat night so I could go to church. I was stoked. On the way home I was thinking about what I was going to make for dinner, that I was going to be able to give my lesson in young womens, that I would be able to hang out with my family. I was just in another world if you will, excited that I could open up all these possibilities :).

It was busy out Sat night at 2am... just in case you were wondering. West bound I saw about 10 police officers and east bound I saw about 4 more. I was on my best behavior. Not going to lie, I have been known to do a little speeding.... shhhhh. Don't tell. But this night I was doing really good because seriously. I know I am due.... and well I would rather not be due.

I came to the light after I got off the freeway and noticed yet another police officer going west as I was headed north. I stopped at the light, noticed him, and kept pondering about what I was going to make for dinner. Actually I was thinking about why I was able to get off work. When I got home, would everything be ok? My imagination was going wild, so when I entered the middle of the intersection only to notice that half way through the light was still red...... ER. Seriously?

Yep. Whose the blonde in the sporty car running the red light in front of the police officer? Yep. That's me. He came up to my window, I immediately start in, "I can't believe I did that. I got off early (early at 2am on a Sunday morning is relative) and I am headed home. I get to go to church. Man, I even slept. I'm not even tired. Blast." All the while I am frantically searching for my registration and insurance.

I hand over my license, am told that it's not that early (early is relative....) and that I really shouldn't be running any red lights. I would indulge more information, but I suppose that may or may not be wise.

Needless to say, I didn't get a ticket. I fully expected one. I even said so.

I am grateful today that I was wearing my scrubs and badge and that he was in a good mood. :)

Saturday, November 6, 2010

I am grateful for Savannah

Savannah was born November 1, 2001. I was 20 years old. I had no clue what I was doing. She was 4 pounds 10 ounces. She went straight to the NICU and remained there for 3 weeks. Over the next 3 years, she had 5 surgeries, was fed only through a tube in her nose and then in her stomach, had physical, occupational, and speech therapy each week, and many doctor appts per month.

About 4 years ago, she was diagnosed with Prader Willi Syndrome. This means that she is always hungry. You know when you are hungry and you want to eat food? Well this is how Savannah feels all the time, even after she has eaten. This causes her to have impulsive behavior. That means, that she is always on her "A" game. Always looking to do something and always trying to figure out how to get food. She doesn't have any control over her impulsiveness and sometimes it gets her into trouble. Her main focus is to get food and then eat it as fast as she can. And she also has no control over that desire.

Savannah is in the moderately delayed class at school. This means that she is in special ed with other kids like her and even some that are lower functioning. But don't let that fool you. Savannah is smart. Smarter than me sometimes. But she only has to fool me once before I am on to her.

She was diagnosed about 6 months ago with Hypomelanosis of Ito. That comes with developmental delay, her one leg smaller than the other, and some other issues. Her legs are different sizes as you know from the large shoe lift that she wears. It is about 9 centimeters or 3 inches different. She has worn braces her whole life and initially had a walker to help her walk. She is now running independently and riding a bike. Two things I thought she would never do 9 years ago.

Savannah is the sweetest little doll that you will ever meet and is about as friendly too. She has to say hi to everyone. In fact, I can hardly take her to the grocery store without her knowing who has a dog, a wife, kids, a house, and she asks their name and what they are buying at the grocery store. Sometimes she even asks what they are having for dinner and gives me great ideas :).

Many things in Savannah's life are hard. She can't do everything that "normal" kids can, physically, emotionally, spiritually. It is hard to work with her sometimes, but the only way to help her and to understand her is to get to know her. To love her. And show her that you love her. It is also to help keep her safe. She doesn't know boundaries. She doesn't know stranger danger.

It is important for Savannah to do hard things. It is hard for her to be good at school sometimes, or on the bus, or at church activities. But she tries really hard. It is important that Savannah has social interactions with her peers, kids that she goes to school with and kids that she goes to church with.

Things that might be helpful:

1. Prevention is key: you always need to be 3 steps ahead of her. She is ALWAYS on her "A" game, so you can't let her catch you off guard.

2. Talk to her: explain what you are doing and why. Sometimes people forget to talk to her. She is smart. She gets it. Just talk to her.

3. Be firm, but not stern: You must love Savannah. If she senses animosity or frustration she will feed on that and take advantage of the situation. But if you love her and she knows you love her, you will have a lifetime friend.

4. She loves having a job. Give her a responsibility and she will run with it.

5. Put a time limit on things. If you have an actual timer, even better.

6. Be willing to tell her no. Be firm but not stern.

7. She is very impulsive (and fast). As you get to know her better you will learn the tell-tale signs that things are deteriorating; unfortunately it’s not really any one thing I can describe. She usually just needs redirection of

8. Love her. If she knows you love her she’ll love you right back and be much more willing to cooperate.

Things I love about Savannah:

1. She is SO friendly

2. She is the biggest helper with babies and around the house

3. Savannah's smile: it lights up the room

4. She challenges me: she pushes me and helps me grow. Sometimes it is so frustrating to be her mom, but it is also very rewarding.

5. Her spunk. She has a love for life like I have never seen in any other person.

6. Her ability to love everyone.

7. Hugs and kisses.

8. The super funny things she says. Never a dull moment with Savannah.

9. She has no fear. I suppose this could get her in trouble occasionally but I think it actually serves her well most of the time.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Grateful for those who Remember

Today I am thankful for those who haven't forgotten.

I tended the two twins a few days ago. They are 2. I can't even believe it how time flies. I also had Sir Thomas, their little brother. Yes. My aunt has 3 kids 2 and under. Isn't she amazing? I sure think so.

As I was feeding Sir Thomas, Layla came up to me and started saying, "lksjda;lfkj. lsadkfj;lk," while pointing to something. It took me a second to translate that she was saying, "Daxton, Daxton crying." And the picture she was pointing to was behind me on the end table. He is in the grass with his feet up and he has a very sad/ mad look on his face.

Bless my sweet little Layla. Who knows Daxton, even though in this life she has never met him. She knows him. Because her mom, my aunt, hasn't forgotten.

And for that. I am grateful.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Gratefuls

Many moons ago, when I was a student as Ricks/ BYU-I, I had about 15 roomies between the two years that I spent there. One of my roomies was a blessing in my life and taught me many things.

One of the things we all did as a an apartment was say a prayer before we went to bed. It may seem cheesey, but we were away from our families and it was what we had been taught. To have family prayer. So we would all gather around about 11, which was a convenient time because our "curfew" via the honor code was 10:30pm, so we were all home :).

Before we said our little prayer, we would go around and say "gratefuls." Again this may sound cheesey, but when you are drowning in homework, being dumped by boys, and fighting with roommates, this turns out to be somewhat healing.... well at least you can find one thing you are grateful for. ;)

And so began the tradition for all 4 semesters of my time at Ricks. So this month, I am going to remember those times and try to blog things I am grateful for.