Ikea Duktig Play Kitchen Hack


A friend of mine recently posted a hack she did of the Ikea Duktig Play Kitchen. It was SO cute that I begged her for some pictures and instructions to post here on the blog!

Here is a stock picture from the Ikea website:



And here it is now! Don’t you just love the stick on faux granite contact paper on the counters?


ikea play kitchen

She modeled her play kitchen after their recent real kitchen remodel:


(Gorgeous kitchen, no?)

Here were the steps she took, in her own words:

1. I first used a little sandpaper to rough up the birch pieces and appliance pieces so the paint would stick.
2. I painted all the birch parts of the kitchen white. I used a can of white paint I already had in my garage. Painting the kitchen white is easier then another color since half of the kitchen pieces are already white. I did 2 coats. 
3. While that was drying I sprayed the microwave door, oven door, stovetop corners, sink and faucet with Krylon’s Nickel Satin Brushed Metallic spray paint. Spraying the faucet reminded me that we needed another one, and so, I made a mental note to Learn More on how that could be done. I got the paint at Hobby Lobby. I made sure to tape off the oven and microwave. 
4. I used DC Fix 346-0181 Adhesive Film in Brown Granite (bought on amazon) to cover the countertop piece. I loved that this was so easy to just stick on and cut out the spaces for the stovetop and sink.
5. Once everything was dry I got to assembly!
6. I changed the 3 Duktig pulls for some my husband picked up for me at the hardware store. I’m unsure of the name of them. You can use any 5 inch pull and it will fit perfectly.
7. Once everything was assembled and screwed in place I added 3 Fulcrum 30010-301 LED Battery-Operated Stick-On Tap Lights in silver (bought on amazon). I put 2 under the top cabinet and 1 in the oven.
* I had plans to screw a knob on the side of kitchen to hang aprons but ended up just sticking on a small 3m command hook instead.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she also painted and upholstered the Ikea Latt table!

ikea latt diy

How cute is her little children’s corner? I don’t know about you, but I’ve got some serious inspiration envy going on! 😉


Palm Sunday and Life Around Here

One of the “differences” between Orthodox Christianity and the rest of the Western world is that we operate based on the old Julian calendar. Some years, this means that our Easter falls on the same Sunday, and other years, it is later. This year, our Easter was off by just one week (some years it’s been a month different!). This means that instead of celebrating Easter today, we had Palm Sunday. A friend of ours caught this sweet little picture of AJ kissing an icon of Jesus riding in on a donkey. Palm Sunday with AJ I absolutely love this time of year here in Dallas. Spring is in full bloom, it rains every other day, and everything is lush and green. Now that we live by a huge lake, we have the most gorgeous drive home from church in downtown. Here’s a taste of what we got to experience today. These aren’t even filtered– this is what it looks like in real life (in fact, the second picture was taken through the front windshield while we were driving)! Spring in Dallas lake Spring in Dallas The weather has been absolutely gorgeous when it’s not raining– mostly in the 60s and 70s with sunshine and a slight breeze. We’ve been spending a lot of time outdoors, that’s for sure! Jesse with stroller Gregory on trike AJ and I took yesterday morning to go get haircuts while Jesse and Gregory went to Saturday morning liturgy at church (we have church twice a day during Holy Week, so church is 75% of our life during this season). After haircuts, AJ and I walked over to the grocery store across the street. It’s my favorite store in the metroplex, quite honestly. It’s a small store called “Natural Grocers“, and is not unlike Whole Foods, except for the fact that it’s a little smaller. The unique part about this store is that it used to be a movie theater many years ago. They use the old movie marquis to display health food posters 🙂

natural grocers

sunny day with AJ

We’ve also had a lot of great times with friends lately. Last Thursday, I babysat all 3 of my godsons. Friday night, we had my doctor’s family come over to have music lessons and then eat out with us at a restaurant. Saturday, we had two other families over for dinner. And then Sunday afternoon, we ate out with friends after church. unruh boys and gregory on swings Jesse and I hardly ever turn down an invitation to spend time with friends since we spent 3 years feeling very lonely in CA. We’ve been trying to make up for those years ever since, which probably means we’ve been overdoing it with our social calendar! I guess as long as we get precious moments like this as a family every night, I’ll be okay with the busy-ness. 🙂 Jesse reading to boys

Dealing With Loss at Christmas


When Jesse and I decided to start a family, I was terrified that I would one day mis-carry a baby. Although I knew that I would probably survive the trauma, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to walk down that awful road, face those fears and doubts, feel the gut wrenching pain. I’ve had more friends than I thought walk the very road that I feared, and it deeply sickens me to know that level of pain exists for a mother.

One of my dearest friends from childhood lost her baby 3 years ago on Christmas Eve. When I read her written testimony of this event, I just knew that I had to share her story, word for word. I know that there are many out there who have lost someone, and that the holidays can be brutal.

If your heart is hurting or grieving because you are dealing with loss at Christmas please take the time to read this and be encouraged.



“Not knowing what else to do, I sat down with my Bible and outlined my options for facing my most difficult-to-date Christmas: (1) ignore it, (2) fake it, or (3) rescue it.

Option number 1 was tempting, and I probably would have chosen it if I didn’t have a family depending on me for hope. Option 2 was also tempting—but impossible. I didn’t have the emotional energy for it. I wasn’t sure what option 3 would look like, but I wanted it. I wanted to find a way to make Christmas come alive in my broken heart and sad home. I felt desperate for Christmas to be rescued, and even though it seemed like a long shot, I decided to give it a try. I determined that instead of running from Christmas, I would instead invite Jesus into it. I would intentionally let his comfort come to my chaos by leaning into the swirling storm of sorrow and joy rather than away from it. And as I experienced his goodness in those tender days of Christmas, I realized I could have that goodness in all the days I would ever face as we traveled the road of suffering. In the end, the holidays of that first year post-diagnosis turned out to be some of our most beautiful.” – Bo Stern, When Merry Christmas Doesn’t Come Easy


A few weeks ago, Kay Warren posted an article about how receiving a flurry of “perfect” and “happy” family Christmas cards was so hard because many of those people didn’t take time to acknowledge the pain she felt of losing her son to suicide last year. And many of the responses I saw on the internet had some sentiment of “Yeah! Don’t tell me about all that you’re happy about! Don’t you know I’m miserable over here?”

In some ways, I agree. The Bible tells us to mourn with those who mourn, to weep with those who weep, and to rejoice with those who rejoice. And Kay’s friends didn’t seem to be doing a good job in mourning the loss of her son with her.

But she wasn’t rejoicing with those who rejoiced, either.

Before you rail on me for my lack of compassion for those who are hurting at Christmas because they’ve lost a loved one who was near and dear to them, please hear me out.

I know what it is to suffer. I know what it is to despair. I know what it is to shake an angry fist at God and tell Him I am more than just a little bit p!$$ed at Him. Heck, I know what it’s like to flip Him the bird and tell Him how awful I think He is.

I know how hard it is to rejoice with those who rejoice when I am at the lowest of lows.

That might surprise you if you’ve always known me as the “good Christian kid” who minds her P’s and Q’s, obeys all the rules, gets the good grades in school and generally conforms to the expectations society has for being a “good person”.

But then you may not have heard all of my story.

Three years ago tomorrow – yes, on Christmas Eve – Peter and I lost our first baby.

We had a positive pregnancy test on the 17th, confirmed at the doctor’s office on the 18th, told both of our sets of parents in time for Peter’s birthday celebration on the 21st, and then wept bitterly as spotting on Christmas Eve afternoon turned to heavy bleeding with no hope of recovery.

It was awful. And gut-wrenching. And soul-crushing.

And I was lost.

In my defiance, Peter and I decided together that we wouldn’t let Satan win. We would NOT miss out on Christmas simply because tragedy had struck. We WOULD celebrate the birth of our Savior even as we were wounded to our core.

I have never felt so awful in my entire life.

My baby was literally flushed down a toilet as I bled. My husband was lame from an ankle surgery earlier that month, so I was doing all the driving. None of our closest friends who we would have felt comfortable telling were in town. There was absolutely nothing to cling to.

Except Jesus.

Don’t get me wrong – that Christmas was terrible. And I’m crying just thinking about how painful it was to sit through a church service where we celebrate the birth of a baby even as I knew I had just lost mine. A baby who was so loved and wanted and cherished – suddenly gone.

Peter and I both had a week off of work between Christmas and New Year’s, which was helpful. We spent a lot of time crying, zoning out in front of movies, ordering in pizza or Thai food (when we felt like eating, which wasn’t often), and reading through the book of Hebrews together. In Hebrews, we read that Jesus is our Great High Priest who has suffered as we have. He knows all of our temptations and our struggles and our worries and our hurts because He has been there. He knows all the pain and suffering caused by sin – both our own sin and others’ sin committed against us.

That’s the joy of a Savior who was fully man.

And He conquered that all with His death on the cross and His resurrection three days later.

That’s the power of a Savior who is also fully God.

And that is Good News.

As a longtime Christian, I knew that, at least in my head. That is to say, I knew the theological concept and could describe it with all kinds of cool, smart-sounding words and descriptions.

Jesus was about to make sure I knew how it played out in real life, too.

The next few months were not easy. Grief never is, especially for those of us who like to remain composed and in control. There were many days when I cried alone in the bathroom at work, or collapsed into tears at the end of the day, or despaired at the thought of ever having children.

A coworker of mine was pregnant, about 2 months further along than we should have been, and was constantly making comments about how she was eating because baby needed food right now, or how the Sharpie marker to address the envelope packet at work was making her nauseous even in the second trimester, or how she was excited for this or that about being a parent. I hadn’t told anyone at work about losing the baby because I couldn’t handle talking about it more often than I needed to, and I didn’t want “miscarriage” to be the first thing people thought about when they saw me. So this poor gal (who, I found out later, had previously lost several babies, too, some as late as 20 weeks along) had no idea how her totally normal, off-the-cuff, excited parent-to-be comments felt like knives in my wounded heart. One day, after more of her comments than usual, Peter and I talked on the phone while I walked to the bus stop. He was so gracious to remind me about how much Jesus loved me, how much Jesus loved our baby, how Jesus was walking with both of us through this awfulness.

The words that came out of the mouth of the “good Christian kid” shocked me.

“I don’t want Jesus. I want my baby back!”

Ladies and gentlemen, I never would have said that before, either out loud or in the depths of my heart. I never would have admitted that something aside from Jesus had taken priority over Him. That’s idolatry, and every Christian knows that’s just not okay.

But I couldn’t take the words back.

I had just verbally flipped off Jesus … and somehow, I got grace. It was the most honest I had ever been with Him, especially in the midst of so much pain and agony where I thought I knew so many of the “right answers” and didn’t want to admit that I doubted Jesus’ goodness and sovereignty. I was like the child who had something she loved taken away from her, then hits and screams and kicks at the very parent who is trying to wrap her in His arms and hold her as she sobs.

Jesus held me as I sobbed.

He still holds me as I sob.

And you know what? Christmas Eve is still hard. Even with an almost-2 year old running around and another baby in the womb constantly kicking me in the ribs, there is still a lingering sadness.

Not many people remember the date we lost the baby, or the date our baby was due.

But I do.

And Jesus does.

Jesus knows that I have sorrow. He knows that rejoicing in the midst of suffering is hard. Can we just be totally honest?  Rejoicing in the midst of suffering sucks. And I hate it.

But that’s what this world is all about.

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is not seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” – Romans 8: 18 – 25

Rejoicing on Christmas, even in the midst of my suffering, tells the world that my hope is in a Savior who has defeated my sin, defeated Satan, defeated the awfulness that makes miscarriages and suicides and diseases and hurts and disappointments possible and prolific.


Christmas announces that a Savior is here to bring light where there is darkness, to bring peace where there is strife, to bring hope where there is despair, to bring joy where there seems to be only sorrow.


Someday His Kingdom shall be fully on earth as it is in heaven. And we shall partake in the celebration where every knee bows and every tongue confesses that Jesus is Lord and He is Good. And there will be no more sorrow, no more tears, no more darkness.


For now, though, we mourn. But we do not mourn forever as those without hope.

We have Hope. His name is Jesus.


“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone. You have multiplied the nation; you have increased its joy; they rejoice before you as with joy at the harvest, as they are glad when they divide the spoil …


For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end, on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and forevermore. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this.” Isaiah 9:2-3, 6-7
Merry Christmas, friends. May you know Jesus and His peace, even in the midst of suffering that seems too much to bear.

Birthday at the Lake

Grapevine Lake sunset

It always frustrates me when people turn up their nose at Texas. When we said we were moving to Dallas for the first time, we got a lot of looks like, “Eww, why would you do that?” I didn’t know enough to correct anyone, because I, too, was picturing tumbleweeds and desert sand dunes.

That common perception couldn’t be further from the truth, however, especially in East Texas. We live within a half hour drive of beautiful state parks, lakes and campgrounds. Grapevine Lake, about 10 minutes away from our old home 3 years ago, has a gorgeous RV campground right near the docks. This weekend was one of my godchildren’s 4th birthday, and his grandparents hosted the party right outside their RV.

Grapevine Lake RVs

It was a sunny 80 degrees with a breeze. We’ve been loving our weather lately!

Grapveine Lake playground

Grapevine Playground swings

Grapveine Lake playground b and w

My beautiful Gregory boy.

Handsome Gregory

My wonderful husband.

Jesse on slide

My adorable godson.

Cute Jonathon boy

My Texas.

Grapevine Lake tide