Showing posts with label SIBLOVE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SIBLOVE. Show all posts

11.01.2016

Halloween 2016: Put Up Your Dunes

I have been SITTING on this drop-dead-slay-worthy piece of comedy for OVER TEN MONTHS. It took everything I had in January not to run immediately to the computer and share it.

I knew, I JUST KNEW, if I could wait until after Halloween, it would be so so worth the wait to reveal it all together.

What follows is the funniest recording I've ever spontaneously caught, combined with our yearly DIY family Halloween costume, sprinkled with every self-esteem issue I've ever had, rolled up with what it often feels like to be a mom.

Before anything, you must--MUST watch this short clip that explains where it all began. I beg of you not to skip ahead...it's so worth it. --Also because I spent an embarrassing amount of time making the video on my phone to go along with the audio and it's delightfully ghetto:


It came RIGHT to her, and Judah immediately agreed: no one had any issues with this match up!



And with that, the Dukes Family proudly presents our 2016 Halloween Offering: 

Aladdin Fam:
Starring: Jesse as Jafar; Noa as Abu; Layla as Jasmine; Judah as Aladdin; Keight as that buxom obese creepy lady who is on screen for 2 seconds objectifying the protagonist.

Could we have gone the Genie/Sultan/Carpet route? YES! In fact, Jesse was only chosen as Jafar out of all of these options only because I found a black robe at the thrift store before any of those other characters' prop (and it turned out great because I'd actually forgotten what the kids had originally assigned him in the recording). And it would have been way more iconic and recognizable for me to do one of them instead of "the rather tasty lady", but I simply could NOT give up this chance that the kids had scripted for me.

It crazy to me how well they nailed a theme too. They just did so well picking out costumes that fit each kid and what character they would like and would be cute on them. PLUS something cool for daddy and then something leftover and horribly embarrassing for mommy. JUST LIKE EVERY YEAR.

I was kind of feeling like a slacker for doing a Disney princess theme (including her non DIY outfit) but now I think this may be my favorite year ever because it's so bananas and just so us.

Street Rat surprisingly LOVED his costume. He's usually the least game of all of us.


Lounging with Raja on her terrace dreaming of a life of freedom (crying eyes because her ear piercing had closed up a teeny bit and I poked the earring through). 


Sticking together on the mean streets of Agrabah.  Noa also put up ZERO fight about the face-encompassing costume. and ADORED everything about Halloween (saying "TICKOTEE" and "gank goo" repeatedly being her favorite activities). 

This was extremely fun. He has on SO much eyeliner. We ran out of time or we would've added the twirly beard and snake staff.  I still think he pulls it off, and then some.

Go ahead and pencil this one in for "Senior Yearbook ad" and "rehearsal dinner"

AKA:


I can show you my fist
Punch you over and over
let me tell you princess, if this gets out at school 
I'll make you paaaaaay!
A whole new world!

Urchin Squad

Things are unravelling fast now, Boy!

Sending your flea-ridden pet to do your dirty work!?
 Your sorcery will never win her, Jafar! She doesn't love you!


The greatest love story never told. Cant wait to spend 10,000 years crammed  into a lamp with this guy.


11.12.2014

Judah and Layla Meet Noa

We've had our Noa for a month now. I'm typing this with one hand while I feed her and gaze upon her wonders. They are manifold:

I wasnt planning to do the sticker-months pictures...until I saw this set on a friend's daughter and immediately copied them. Brace yourself for 11 more.

I havent gotten all of the professional birth photos back yet, and I definitely need those to write the birth story (yeah, let's say that's the reason for the delay and not because I'm eating leftover calzones at 4 am and sleeping during normal blogging hours).

I do have two proofs of the moment that Layla and Judah both saw Noa for the first time. The moment wasnt as hilarious as when we told them we were having a baby, but it does explode my feelings. LOVE EVERYWHERE:




Wouldn't you just give anything to know what they were thinking/saying at these moments?

WISH GRANTED. 

I knew I would want a video of this magic moment too, so my beautiful friend Steph taped the whole thing for us. I seriously cant stand everything happening in these moving pictures, y'all. You can see the looks of dumbfounded joyful spazziness/disbelief I keep throwing to every adult in the room because I was pretty shocked at how picture-perfect the big kids were. I knew they'd be excited and fascinated, but I had no idea they would morph into living Hallmark moments.


Their shirts say Brother Bear, Sister Bear and Baby Bear. From MaisonWares on Etsy. 

More to come soon, smoochie-poos!

10.14.2014

Noa Lou Dukes

Our sweet #3 was born last Monday, October 6th at 3:01 pm. 

Noa Lou Dukes
8 pounds 1 ounce
20.5 inches long


She is more magical, awe-inspiring, gorgeous and beloved than we imagined was possible (and we had heard that 3rd babies are pretty spectacular!). This was taken at 90 minutes old.

Some highlights:

The name: Upon being told we couldn't leave the hospital until we filled out her birth certificate paperwork, we decided to finally settle on the middle name that had eluded us all this time. You remember how much I love "Lukas" but couldnt saddle her with "Lukas Dukas" potential?  Well one of my favorite things about that combo was being able to call her "Noa Loo."

I knew that Jesse's mother's middle name was Louise and the thought of giving our daughter a name that honored and united two very strong and admirable female lines was pretty cool (read how Noa came from my grandmother--after we already loved the name--here). But Louise was a tad too traditional for me (like Genoa had been in the first name). Jesse had told our friend Kellen about this quandary, and he simply and brilliantly was like, "If you want to call her Loo/Lou/Lu, just actually name her that. It doesnt need to be short for anything."

So thats what we decided to do. It is still definitely an homage to Jesse's mother (who is called LouLou and Lovie Lou by the grandkids) even though it is shortened, and we had a blast telling Linda that that was what we had decided for her name. She may have slightly lost her mind. It was completely adorable and utterly affirmed our choice.


moderately excited about her 6th Grandchild being her namesake.

The name Lou means "warrior," and since Noa means "love in motion" for us, our daughter's entire name now means "His conquering love in motion"  (and the "His" would be Jesus). This is our prayer for Noa's entire life/legacy.

The birth: Oh dont you just WISH I had the story ready and we could find out how close to this plan we stayed? Well, I wish this, at least. I LOVE telling my birth stories, but they are an investment of time and brainpower, and I am not quiiiite there yet. Rest assured it will be faster than the first two, which took about a year each. 

IN the meantime, maybe you'd like to read my friend Tara's story of how she delivered her daughter Paige's first baby this weekend and was a few contractions away from doing so at the Baylor football game. Seriously one of the most hilarious and beautiful and angsty and insane birth stories I've ever read (Tara is my spirit animal).

The photos: Our wonderful photographer, Brenna, made it for the entire birth and has show us some early sneak peeks of her work. Great Golly Gosh, she is talented. We were thrilled to be her first birth session and obviously she is going to rock this milieu of photography like she already does for families and babies. Here are a few:

 




The family of Five: This too is going to get its own post, because my big kids have fallen SO HARD for baby Noa that the intensity must have its very own URL. Rest assured, it's cute, it comes with video and pictures and it makes me want to have 14 more babies for them to love.


Her Song: If you've been here awhile, you know my worship leader husband writes/records original songs for each of our kids (Judah's and Layla's are blogged). He has just finished writing Noa's song and just needs to record it. IT IS COMING! I'll let you know when that single drops (because I say things like that).

Playing a demo for me of his second draft. (We are so blessed to have Jesse on paternity leave for 3 weeks).


The baby: Oh man, I probably can't even articulate how dreamy Noa is. A big part of it is surely that now that I have big, stinky (seriously! they smell so bad compared to my newborn...how did I never notice this?!), non-baby kids, I am ever so much more schmoopy and treasuresome (not a word) about this utter beebee. Judah being 17 months when Layla was born, we really had two babies and didn't fully dive into or "back" to the newborn experience. We are full on submerging ourselves this time.



It's also much much easier to have a newborn when you've done it a few times. We were out of our minds stupid and stressed with Judah and thought a new baby was the hardest thing in the world. No. One newborn is a vacation. The hardest thing in the world is whatever age they are at today.


But the biggest thing I think that has made this go-round so cross-eyed lovey dovey is just Noa! She is so chill and sweet and easy and hilarious. There was a stretch in the hospital where we seriously didnt hear her cry for like 20 hours (and she was with us the whole time!). She eats like a champion, sleeps about 18 hours a day, and is wide-eyed, squeaky and nonstop funny faces the rest of the time.  And her poop smells fantastic (again...compared to the big kids').


We are soaking up every moment with this baby. I hardly ever can bring myself to put her down (sleeping or not), which is NOT like me, and I can definitely see how babies of the family get doted on or spoiled. It seems like I spend hours just petting her hair (so much more/darker than my first two!), marveling at her tiny little belly/chest (taking perspective photos to show scale to remind my future self of how tiny she once was), sneaking up the back of her onesie to rub that sweet, silky baby back, and super-saturating every cone and rod in my eyeballs with the details of her perfect face. 

This little angel bean is a massive meteor that has changed the entire makeup of our family in the best way imaginable. 




8.29.2014

Naming Our 3rd Human

We are serious about names around here. Both of our big kids' names come with all sorts of built-in prayer over their identities and futures and declarations we have made about who we want them to be (I realize this might sound a little culty/commune loco--no worries. I used to be the same way until I married into this family, and was given my ration of Kool-Aid). 

We have written the stories of our processes of naming Judah David and Layla Embryand seeing them grow up and grow into themselves, we know we made the right calls (and that God gave us these names for them) because they just SO ARE Judah and Layla (even to the folks who thought these names were straight bonkers or even ugly when they first heard them).

Now we have another baby to name! And with only 6 weeks to go, we might want to speed it up.


Third time is hard. You have to make sure the name fits with the existing kids (Judah, Layla and baby Gertrude just doesn't have the cohesion we're looking for), but maybe you've already used your super-faves on your existing children. Of course since I was expecting this babe to be a boy, we had several boy names that we LOVED all ready to go, so another adjustment to the GIRL announcement was jettisoning those gems and rustling up a girl name from scratch.

It did not ease my adjustment into the pink pool when Jesse suggested (hours after finding out the gender, when I was still dealing with my weird feelings) a few names that just repelled me--not because they are ugly in and of themselves, but just because they super duper weren't my taste for a child in our family. "Neena" and "Jael" were two that literally made me cry when he texted me. I was like, "IS IT POSSIBLE YOU WANT ME TO HATE THIS CHILD!?!?! AND ISNT JAEL SUPERMAN'S DAD!?!?!" 

He took a break from suggestions at that point.


Once I was back on planet earth emotionally and appropriately excited about this little lady, we set out with a wish list of what we would ideally find in a name. The parameters were:

1. A meaning we could feel good about
2. Unique (I'm already stressed that Layla is climbing the charts!)
3. Fitting in with our Judah/Laya theme (which I guess is a tad hippie/weird, but also classic, and having an "UH" sound at the end wouldnt hurt)
4. That indefinable X factor where it just feels like "yes, that is who this baby is."

I also looooooove unusual boy-names-as-girl-names. Not so much the ones that have already been done, but more making them up myself.  One of our closest friends is named Lukas, it has a great meaning, and I would ADORE that as a girl name, but with our last name, it could never happen. "Lukas Dukas," anyone? I also do not hate Gideon as a girl's name either. Judge if you will!

So i focused on the cool/unique side of things and Jesse went deep into the meanings (remember how went into the rabbinical notes from the Talmud for Layla's!). We both have full veto power at all times.

After I found a favorite that same day, we tossed it around for awhile. Jesse loved the meaning but we hadn't had that LOCK IT IN moment yet. Oh but it came.

So we are very excited to share with our daughter's name:

pronounced just like "Noah"

The first thing we noticed the day of the ultrasound was this kid's bicycle legs! It seriously looked like she was on a recumbent bike just pedaling her little heart out!  She has only amped up that activity since then. NEITHER of my first two moved like this. It got so hilariously crazy that I actually googled "fetal seizures" because sometimes it feels like she's quite literally having a fit in there.

the pic is blurry not because the ultrasound wand was moving, but because SHE was!

So imagine my surprise when I decided I really liked this pretty little name and went to see what it meant. It means "movement/motion" in hebrew! Um, okay that will do nicely. But I don't JUST want her to be about insane, frenetic motion--we're not looking to speak a little ADHD dervish into being (though that might be on the ticket anyway thanks to my DNA). And then Jesse found out that Noa also means "love/affection" in Japanese. Oh yes...

With typical Jesse speed and brilliance (and dashing good looks), he combined these two translations into a beautiful statement of what we want our daughter to be in her life: Love in Motion.

And obviously this name slides quite nicely into the triumvirate: Judah, Layla, and Noa.

So pretty early on we knew this was our A #1 choice. But the kicker of THIS IS HER NAME didnt happen until Jesse made a really cool family connection about a month ago. One day he said, "Hey, wasnt your grandmother's name "Genoa?" And I almost started crying! My beloved grandmother, my dad's mom, (known as Mano to me) who died when I was 11, had "Noa" built right there into her name!


looks like i inherited my gift of blinking in photos from her.

And boy was Mano love in motion. She was a sassy, classy, always-on-the-go broad whose love I felt like no one else's (that look on my face above is how I ALWAYS remember feeling around her).

My most powerful memory of her is spending the night at her house when she was dying from cancer, beautiful in her headscarf, and she heard me say something about a painful plantar's wart on my foot (geez, 11-year old Keight, have some perspective about ailments and complaints!). I will never forget her kneeling at my feet to soak my hurting foot in a epsom salt bath. If that wasnt love in motion, I'm not sure what is.

Such a poignant, Christlike moment that used to make me cry with regret after she had died, thinking I had mistreated my grandmother when she was sick, but that I now know was just one instance--in a lifetime full of them--of Mano putting her heart for others into action by serving and loving them. That is a legacy I will rejoice to see carried out in my own child.

And so we had our lockdown moment. Our baby is Noa.



We are still tinkering with middle names, the frontrunner being one that Judah of all people made up out of the blue. 

We know this is an unusual name for most people (though a friend in our small group has a sweet niece named Noa who goes to our church too, so ours won't be the very first that our church people have heard this name!) And we are already chuckling through the fun awkward silences after we tell people the name and they just so don't get it (we had this a LOT with Judah, and are much less likely to break down about it now), and the people who think that because the baby isnt born yet, the name could still be changed or that we are open to suggestions. LOL big time.

She will probably have a lifetime ahead of her saying "Without the H" and hearing the word "NO" and thinking someone is calling her. Luckily, if this gets too annoying she can just remember she is "love in motion" and not "fist in motion." 





4.16.2014

watching our firstborn start to understand sin

I asked Jesse to write this last night since he was the one who actually experienced the breakthrough/down and had the cool conversation with Judah. It's really crazy cool because we have been lamenting lately the fact that when Judah does something really hurtful or even hateful to us or to Layla, that there is no actual recognition of having done something truly wrong. He does the classic kid thing of just rote repeating our words of apology because he "has" to, but rarely/never seems to actually empathize with or even appreciate the pain he has caused. We've been talking and praying about how to help him practice a heart of repentance that will really feel the depth of the hurt he can cause with his words/actions (and how to stay away from the line that crosses over into shaming him) since this is something crucial to a life with Jesus.

And I'll let Jesse tell you what happened last night.

Right before bedtime tonight Judah and Layla got into one of their classic fights.  Judah had the ipad and Layla was encroaching on his territory wanting to watch what he was watching after we got home from the Library.  But these days its a 50/50 chance whether Judah will be sweet and kind and allow her to cuddle up next to him, or punch her in the face and tell her to leave…

But tonight he just said, “I wish I didn’t have a sister.”

I heard it in the hall, but Keight made him go repeat it to me.  When he told me what he said, I informed him that he’d lost a love token (this system of rewarding jesus-like behavior that we've been using for a little over  year now), and that definitely wasn’t showing love to his sister.  And that seemed like the end of it…

But apparently little man’s wheels were still turning.  That guy is a thinker and a processor for sure.  We went on with the normal bedtime routine, PJs, reading a book, etc, but when it came time to get up into bed, Judah bonked his head on the way up into his nook, so I went up there to check on him.

He was sad because he bonked his head on something, but perhaps that also triggered a thought because he looked at me with tear-filled, innocent/guilty, 4 year old eyes and said, “Daddy, I don’t know why I’m so mean to people sometimes.  I don’t know why I’m so mean to Layla.  I don’t know how to change though, I don’t know why I punch her and hit her.”  And then he proceeded to descend into greater tears.


Now this was a really strange place for me as a dad, because my heart was breaking because of how sad he was, and because I too know how crummy it feels whenever you realize what a mean and hurtful person you can be, but to also feel trapped and unable to change… but at the same time… I was also incredibly proud of him. 

I was proud because what he was feeling seemed to be the beginning of some of the most important feelings that a person can wrestle with in this life. 

And then he said, “And God sees all the times that I’ve been so mean to Layla…” and he began to cry again and said tearfully, “And I don’t know what He’s gonna do!”


And I really had to fight back every instinct that I had at this point to reassure him that everything would be fine, and that God sees all the good things that he does too, and knows that he’s a good boy… because I knew that he was on the verge of realizing one of the most important truths that anyone can learn about themselves in this life… he was about to learn that he was a sinner.

Not because I told him so.  Not because anyone explained sin, or the 10 commandments to him… but because he felt it in his heart.  Because he knew that when God looked at his life… He wouldn’t be happy with what He found.   And it was so so sad.  And I was so sad… but at the same time, I knew that what was happening was so so important.

2 Cor. 7:9-10 says, …”yet now I am happy, not because you were made sorry, but because your sorrow led you to repentance. For you became sorrowful as God intended and so were not harmed in any way by us. Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death.”

I’m so glad that God has been taking me back to those verses again and again, because I knew that what came next was the very most important thing.  Being sad about wrong doing is the right starting point… but where you go from there is absolutely crucial.  So much so that Paul says its actually a matter of life and death.

So I grabbed his hand and looked into his fearful eyes and asked Judah… “What do you think we should do, buddy?”

And he didn’t know.  I could tell that he was feeling the pressure of being trapped, of wanting and needing a way out… but also not seeing one.  He was hearing the message of the bad news, that wrong is wrong and that it deserves to be punished.  That HE deserved to be punished…

But since he had come to see that… it was also time for the Good News.

So I got to spend the next 5 minutes telling Judah about how we can ask God to forgive us, and know that He does because Jesus took the punishment that we deserve.  That Jesus took his wrong… so that he could be right.  And so that we can pray to God to not just forgive us, but also give us a new heart to love people like He does.

And there were some fun 4 year old moments, like when Judah wondered if Jesus and God were enough to look after all the kids in the world (“there’s like a hundred kids and only two [holds up two fingers] guys!”).  So we got to talk about how big God and Jesus are… not how tall they are… but how big their heart is… how big their love is.  And we got to talk about the Holy Spirit (don’t worry buddy, there are THREE guys!).

I told Judah about how Jesus had to die to make all of this possible.  How he took everyone’s punishment… (“even the desert people, and the jungle people?” he asked.)  And he wrestled with the sadness of Jesus dying for a while too.  And lamented how, with Jesus dying, the world was back down to just two guys to take care of everyone.

But then we got to talk about new life… eternal life… and the hope of a new world, without pain, and without death where we’ll get to do all sorts of fun and cool things like flying and exploring… but I told him I thought the best part will be that we’ll be able to be with our big God and His big love forever and always.

Judah thought the best part would be that we could live in Africa and speak Spanish.

We finished by praying together and Judah from his heart asked God to please forgive him for being so mean and hurtful to his sister.  And then he asked God to help give him a new heart for his sister to be able to love her, like God loves her.

And to that I said a big hearty, happy, and proud AMEN.

3.26.2014

third time 'round

hey, third pregnancy much?

11 weeks here. i feel like the morning sickness (evening death cloud) is just about over. it still sneaks up and has a little fit every now and then but it isnt the ever-present companion that makes everything in life fairly miserable that it was a few weeks ago.

the sickness stopped at 10 weeks with judah and at 14 with layla. i know that doesnt *really* mean anything according to doctors, but i do sort of believe the myth about girls causing more sickness than boys. i'm thinking boy. i dunno, i just feel like layla is my one and only little woman. i always pictured myself with lots/all boys, so having another one of those feels right. 

we considered for a brief moment NOT finding out what the gender was. then we got some self-awareness (hello, i am a control freak know it all...if theres info, i MUST know it!) and realized that would never work. i know its such a unique experience to hear ITS A BOY/GIRL! right at the apex of birth drama, and since we already have one of each the having clothes for either thing isnt an issue. despite that, we're just not the kind who can wait. for us, the birth will be its own huge amazing perfect day of getting to know this baby, so why not add another really exciting one where we get to know a leeeetle bit about him/her at 4/5 month pregnant to break up the wait a bit?

i can almost SWEAR i felt this baby move at 10 weeks. i know that is ridiculous to all experts, and even rationally thinking--a prune-sized baby being felt through a uterus? but i know what i felt! i remember exactly weird inner burble that is a tiny baby moving! yeah, yeah, you say, it's just gas. yall, come on now. if ANY mama intimately knows what gas feels like, it's this one, and this WASNT. this was a much more adorable BLORP than any gas bubble could ever hope to be.

i swear i gained ten pounds the moment i peed on that test. which is a bummer. looking 22 weeks pregnant at 11 isnt the funnest. but since the fat was CAUSED (at least in my head) by the pregnancy, i'm treating it as such and even if my gut isnt actually baby yet, you best believe i am stroking and patting it in public like it is. i figure there's a lime-size babe in there, plus enlarged uterus, a placenta and miscellaneous other swag, so they're pushing everything thats usually down there UP, which makes the fat have to go OUT. it's a baby chain reaction, therefore, yes i will walk around cradling my stomach fat like it's a treasured member of my family.

other fun things about a third pregnancy: commentary from the older kids! oh man. turns out they HAVE known the word "fat" all along, but have just never used it. until they decided to let it loose on me. and then there's layla asking EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. if its time for the baby to come out. if every one of her inquiries added an ounce to baby, we could have this kid up to birthweight in a week. 

both kids are sweet and ask to talk to the baby lots.  layla says, "when you come out i'm gonna dress you up like a puppy, and youll drink mommy's boobies." judah tend to say, "hey baby, are you sleeping?" cutting edge dialogue.

when we went for the ultrasound to see/hear the baby for the first time ever (aka to confirm ONLY ONE BABY), we had to bring the kids because of schedule and because of fun. it was another of my favorites: internal ultrasound(!) where i had to go bare from the waist down and judah managed to go "ew ew" in the nanosecond that i was undressed before getting under the sheet. freaking punk isnt the best for the old self esteem.

this isnt necessarily related to pregnancy, but in the same vein as above. the other night i was telling the kids we needed to take a bath. judah said, "are you going to get in with us?" because i sometimes do. i said, "no not tonight." and judah replied, "okay good. because i dont like your hairy bottom." and i almost died. i mooned him real quick and said, "excuse me my bottom is smoother than yours, are you thinking of your daddy?" and judah said, "no, on the other side. you know, your fur." resume death by mortification (and maybe a return trip here).

so yeah, i'm only taking baths with layla now. 

speaking of that girl: she was waaaaaaay to interested and touchy of the fuzzy little mits that covered the stirrups of the ultrasound table.  i tried to tell her that as a girl, she should inherently HATE these things.

that lil' number she's wearing is styled by daddy. the top is a 12-18 month sweater dress. the tights, per usual, have a gaping crotch rip, and the perfectly coordinating neon orange and gold sparkle flats make her feet smell so bad that i actually threw up when trapped in the car with them one time.

as for the ultrasound itself: word cannot express how nervous i was of having twins. i should have been weeping over the heartbeat or swooning at the first glimpse of my unborn child, but instead i was just like, "OKAY i have eyes on one bogey, are we all clear everywhere else? can i get a confirmation of just one single bogey!?!?!"

twins run in my family. though it's the only way, i will specify fraternal twins (identical twins do not run in your family, btw...its a totally chance occurrence and isnt genetic. so any running in the family means fraternal. pretty sure about that). the women in my family have a tendency to spit out two eggs in one month rather than just one and i was so so so scared that would be me. luckily, it seems as though my cousin took one for the this generation's team and will end up the only twin-mom. thanks, linds! better a hippie like you than an insane type-A like me.


once the technician assured me there was just one, it finally hit me that we were doing this thing again. this stupid, insane, miraculous, beautiful thing of growing a baby--OUR baby--and that it was already well underway inside of me. yeah, it was intense all over again. 

and then with no warning the heartbeat starts thumping through the speakers, just declaring: OH HEY IM ALIVE IN HERE! AND I'M YOURS! and it was love. 

i felt it a bit with layla, that weird quasi guilt that comes knowing you dont (and you'll never) pay as much attention to this baby, to this pregnancy as you did to your first because there's already a human or two on the outside for you to love and manage the needs and hissyfits of. it's not particularly unfair i guess (eldest child speaking!), because it's not like it could really be any other way, but this baby and the pregnancy are almost so easy to forget about (minus all the demonstrative public gut stroking) with all the blonde chaos raining down on us from all directions out here in among the air-breathing beings.

so even in that tiny, stirruped room with my oldest two crawling all over jesse and making crazy noises and being all sorts of distracting: one even brandishing a day old pizza crust; it was pretty to cool to see the attention and the awe that this little life commanded. everything just zeroed in on that black and white fuzzy picture and that bold PARRUMP of a heartbeat. 

it was a really cool reminder and picture of how cool it is to be created. to have had someone plan your tiny beginnings, jolt your heart to its first beat, to form your little arm and leg buds from way back before the foundations of the earth were set. i dont care if this is my 33rd baby, that always commands and attention and puts the praise right into my heart. i dont think i will be too distracted to love and be thoroughly knocked over with awe at this my third child. 




3.19.2014

Our IKEA Kids' Room Makeover: The Big Reveal

i'm beside myself (as in, like, having an out of body experience) to finally be able to invite you all into the kids room for a playdate and tour. obviously, no, you may not touch anything because the room will never look this good again, and who knows where those paws of yours have been, ya filthy animals.



doing this kids room makeover with IKEA was an absolute dream come true. they were my #1 pick in all the universe to work with and it actually happened!(that has never happened to me before except for in terms of marriage). 

IKEA was awesome. but full disclosure, if i am going to accurately tell the story of this room: my dream turned into a bit of a nightmare when i done went and got myself all pregnanted smack in the middle of it all. and so morning sickness threatened to turn the whole thing into a vomitorium instead of a children's sanctuary.

it happens to me every pregnancy: i will eat a food or a certain meal right at the onset of the sickness period. from then on, until the sickness has passed sometime near the 2nd trimester, any thoughts or reminders of that meal or that food become HARDCORE triggers of nausea. it's like the morning sickness (which is mostly afternoon/evening sickness for this gal) needs to clamp on and associate with a specific memory--and it is usually a memory of food.

well, in the grandest sense of really hateful irony, the "meal" that became strictly associated with miserable morning sickness this go-round was: IKEA. that's right, my most beloved store, apple of my eye and sponsor of this entire undertaking. anything to do with them and therefore the kids room in general became a no no for mi estómago. it was hilariously awful. just seeing the colors blue and yellow next to each other made me queasy. WHY, GOD, WHY?! (except maybe not really actually beseeching the heavens...perspective).

so this project was accomplished mostly guerilla-style. i would wait for a time when all was quiet on the GI front and then spring into action; working or shopping or planning, before my body realized i was knee-deep in barf-trigger. 

thankfully, the association started to weaken towards the very end of the makeover and i was able to fully enjoy and appreciate the magic of this fantasy-project.

so let's get biz-ay, in my hizzy huh? 

let's swing by BEFOREsville aka SNORESville (#winning) to see where the room was prior to the magic descending from on high. and to remind us where everything was when we first went ahead with the plan to combine the kids bedrooms and the playroom alllllll into one room of 110 square feet

*all AFTER photos are the work of Caroline Kilgore, the photo editor of Atlanta Magazine. she is a wizard princess.

BEFORE: this was the view upon walking into the room

BEFORE:and a straight on view of that same wall (oh that bookshelf makes me itch now! such blatant, showy disarray! THIS IS EGREGIOUS!)

and here is what thine eyes behold now. is there disarray on those shelves? maybe! but YOU'D NEVER KNOW IT and i sure as shoot aint telling (actually i probably will post about the inside of these units and how we maximize the space later on)

BEFORE: part of that same wall (opposite corner) and the kids built in bunk nook. (not pictured: how nasty the walls were by their beds from their little handprints and lord only knows what else...ebola.)

today!

BEFORE: back towards the door (and pay no mind, that's just the moon collapsing on itself like a dying star. your tides shouldnt be affected).

unused no more! hidden art nook. huzzah

BEFORE: straight on view of the wall that the door opens against (oh the wasted vertical space. woe betide me!)

um yeah, thats one way to grab up that vaulted ceiling and make it do my bidding! and oh, how i bid.

BEFORE: ground level happenings on that same wall/corner

the new corner couch bench and toy storage juggernaut


so yeah. that's the basics of the room BEFORE/AFTER style wall by wall! i'm gonna hit on the biggest features of the room as they come in these next photos that give even more detail of exactly what all is going on. brace yourselves for commentary.


okay: the biggest investment, change, and HELP in this room were these white STUVA units. words cannot express how instrumental this system was. the individual units (each vertical rectangle pod) became wall to wall "built ins," an entertainment center to frame the TV, wardrobes for all of both kids' clothing, and storage for books, games, and other toys that arent constantly played with. a beautiful catch-all that fits perfectly, and keeps my darkest secrets (like that i dont throw out my daughter's leggings when she rips huge crotch holes in them).

each frame of cabinets is totally customizable with doors and two different-sized drawers. inside the doors you can also customize how many and what height shelves you want or you can opt for sliding wire baskets. and of course a clothes hanger bar will hold all your fancy clothing things (we have 7 fancies total..not counting crotch holes). you can browse all the options are in one place and they are all very affordable. in fact, it's IKEA, so everything is affordable. this entire wall's worth of cabinets, doors, drawers, inserts, and baskets was only $916 total. i just dont think you are beating that and having them look this good anywhere else, and i'm ready to fight you on that.


maximizing the vertical space of the two vaulted walls was important to me so there weren't these yucky boring gaps of empty just hovering (as were endemic in the BEFORE room). so we gathered tall and pretty toys and decor items to personalize the room and to stretch it and fill it and give it some spunk.


the mirror at the tip top was another height-filler. we also chose this to help with the light in the room. with only the one rectangular window already in the room, i would ideally add a round window where the mirror is for more light, but since that wasnt an option (because we are not oil barons), adding the mirror helps bounce the light around, adds some pretty way up high AND is fun for layla to check herself out in as she plays in the loft.

the lighting was another reason we went with mostly white on all the walls with one accent wall of blue (which i didnt realize until afterward was the exact same blue i painted over in our kitchen! i love it so much more in this room...but am amazed by my ability to pick the same color chip out of ten million twice). the white walls really do open up the space and make the light more vibrant and clean than the navy paint was ever doing.




a little DIY art installation. 

the DIY instructions on this are pretty self explanatory: wood blocks (michaels), a tube of mini animals, spray paint and heavy duty craft glue. i decided to use sticky velcro to put these on the wall in case i (or an OCD child) wants to rearrange the order. the options here are endless. my favorite it the martian from Toy Story that managed to sneak in.

pallet wood and bulldog clips quickly became a little artsy brag station for the kids

you'll notice we swapped out the nasty old carpet for laminate flooring. IKEA provided the flooring and we did the DIY (sadly they dont carry this same material any longer but i think they have some cool new options in stores). this made the room SO much classier and modern and less itchy and "ew, whats that stain?!"

a deep-pile comfy 5x7 rug provides the major play space in the middle of the room, which is wide open and available for maximum shenanigans.

the fold-away desk behind the door is a dining table meant for small kitchens. it stows and sets up so easily that both kids can do it by themselves. art supplies are within reach hanging from the kitchen utensil rack. 

i had a hard time once all the big stuff was in deciding on what "theme" i wanted the decor to be. i dont even like the word "theme" when talking about a room. i didnt want someone to be able to walk in and go, "oh this is a circus room" or something (well, for several reasons there). 

but i did want it to be cohesive, relative to my kids interests and something we adults wouldn't hate. in the end i settled on EXPLORE! as the kind of common thread. thus the moonwalk newspaper (that is legit from the AJC the day after it happened. i found it at my parents house...so cool!), the pirate ship cross stitch, the spy glass, and other such knick knacks encouraging the kids to  go and do and live and adventure!


i loved using the huge map as wallpaper and decor and learning tool. 

secret: we didnt paint behind there the map because of sneaky lazy. another thing i discovered about the map is that it isnt paper. it's made out of an almost fabric-like material and coated with a little bit of plastic so it's pretty indestructible. you can also write on it (even with sharpie! i tried) and it will wash right off (or rubbing alcohol off for the sharpie). i see educational opportunities ahead.

the step stool is painted only on the side frames and acts as the seat for the art desk and as as stool (duh) for reaching higher-up things around the room.

our DIY sectional!

figuring out a seating element for this room was TOUGH. the room really is small and every couch and chair i tried under the loft just dwarfed the entire space. so i got tricksy and channelled my inner IKEA designer who can do anything in like 6 square feet.

we took three of the TROFAST pine toy storage units and wedged them in the corner. then i got IKEA fabric and some foam to make bench seat cushions to go atop the L-shaped unit. presto, blammo, i'm calling it a sectional sofa and dont try to stop me.

seriously though, it's perfect and my most proud problem-solve of the entire room. not only is it perfect child-sized seating (that jesse and i actually both fit comfortably upon, FYI) but it is doing TRIPLE duty with all the bin storage underneath for much-played with toys AND as a play top surface for them to act out their weirdo kid games on with dolls and ninjas and whomever else.

almost all the throw cushions were DIY with IKEA fabric or were ready-made in their cushion section.

seriously yall, this room is so efficiently organized that there are EMPTY bins and drawers in places. that has NEVER occurred before in my house.







ok this little wooden shape was actually a part of  the packaging in shipment of stools we ordered last summer to go in the studio/office. it was such a cool shape that i held onto it. smart move since the compass figure was perfection for the explore room. a coat of red spraypaint and some sharpie'd love later and it's a priceless heirloom. i'm so upcycly!

bought it in soft blue, spray painted yellow.

someone lookup these coordinates. 

my favorite DIY project of the whole room. and the secret hidden theme, of course.

this one was just a stick (from god's nature) two packs of wood rounds from michaels (like $2) and a woodburning tool that i already had to write in the letters (after tracing them onto the wood in the pretty font this way). drilled holes and tied with twine and hung it far out of reach so it can remain pretty. 



oh baby. the loft.

first things first. judah still will not go up here. someone (ahem, looking at you, paul rudd) taught him the phrase "afraid of heights" and he is singing that little tune like a canary. this child is NOT afraid of heights and at 4 years old rocked some of the scarier and highest Disney roller coasters. but alas, he wont go up there and we arent forcing it.  so welcome to layla's personal reading/snuggle loft!

we sanded and stained the wood to make it more finished (though its a tad shinier than i had planned since we used a poly/stain combo, lemme tell ya). she's got ledges for pretty books, a comfy mattress pad, lots of pillows and a DIY'd dumbwaiter bucket to receive goodies from those of us on planet earth below. that little addition blew their little minds and they LOVE using it for good and evil.

we took down the way dated and ugly ceiling fan/light fixture and instead put up a huge sculptural pendant light (you can see it in the corner above) and two sets of track spotlights. the room is SO much better lit with these than with the 80's monster before (and the fan had stopped working anyway, so no loss there).

we will continue to not discuss the g\horrid stippled popcorn ceilings. i'm expecting IKEA to come up with a spray that completely flattens these in minutes. but until then: WE SAY NOTHING.




ya dumb ol' waiter.









the sleeping nook was way fun and easy to completely transform. it was also a great place in the room to let each kid have their very own unshared space and to decorate each bunk with just one child in mind. at first i looked into wallpaper, but that junk is EXPENSIVE, and adhesive like that makes me nervous...especially after being on the removal end of wallpaper, thanks a NOT our home's previous owners.

so i decided to try fabric as wall covering. i think the victorians did this all the time, so why not me too? i just cut out the correct size and shape, leaving a margin around the outside to neatly iron under the raw edges, and staple-gunned around the perimeter and into the corners. it worked shockingly well and took about an hour total for both sections, start to finish. 

i love that since it was so cheap and easy to install, we could completely change our the fabrics for a new look if we wanted a fresh new feel, or if one got ripped or stained.



reading lamps for each kid. (damn, should have painted the underside of the beds!)

and pictured here is the answer to the inevitable follow up question of "where will the new baby go?" (that's a j/k, we wont put it under there. the real answer is WE DONT KNOW OMG WE HAVE NO PLAN FOR THIS)


ok so thats the room. if there's anything i missed, or needs more details, fire away. i'd be happy to talk about this project all the live long day.

a huge thanks to IKEA for sponsoring this makeover and for partnering with me. and a very special smoochy thank you to my husband for being willing to take on any part of this project that i threw his way, and for making lots of concessions to his sick, irrational wife. XOXO and long live the Swedish Empire.

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SOURCES LIST:  note- this is everything that i received from IKEA. since they are sponsoring this project and post i wont link directly to products that i found elsewhere, but if you ask me in the comments i will be happy to tell you where anything else came from.

simulated "built-ins: STUVA system (our combination of frames, doors, and inserts was a total of $916) // TV mount : UPPLEVA // mirror: STOCKHOLM  // TREES poster: BILD // frames: JALLVIK // track lighting CENTIGRAD // oversized pendant light: FILLSTA // rug: GASER // plant pot: SOCKER

 abacus: MULA

stool: BEKVAM // desktop: BJURSTA // storage bins & rail : GRUNDTAL // art supplies: MALA

lantern: MORKT // world map: PREMIAR // bin storage system: TROFAST (our combination $271) //
yellow circle fabric // GPS coordinates pillow: LISEL // wood cuts fabric // green fern fabric // map pillow: BENZY LAND // floral fabric // bench pad fabric: BLAVINGE

mattress top: SULTAN  // blanket: EIVOR //  book ledges: RIBBA

clock: BONDIS // judah's bedding: seems to be out of stock online // layla's bedding: STENKLOVER (really, swedish?)


reading lamp: RANARP