When we found out that we were expecting twins, we knew that we would have to move our (at the time) new 3 year old into the basement. It broke my heart to think of my baby being so far away (mothers are very dramatic), but it was necessary, and has ended up being the best arrangement for everyone. We decided to decorate the basement room to my son's adorable tastes and move him down months and months before the twins were due to arrive, so that he would not feel "kicked out" of his upstairs room. Husband painted the walls bright white (they were mint green with blue trim when we moved in, which felt like too much against the orange carpet). Side note, if you are looking into moving, and the basement has obviously original to the house 1960s carpet, this tells you that the house has not flooded- always good to know! My son's adorable tastes include, bright colours (red is his favourite, go figure, he didn't inherit my red aversion), animals, letters, numbers, dinosaurs, and Sesame Street. As you can see, we just went with all of it. Why not?
There are a few reasons that I say this room is my biggest decorating challenge. The first being that my oldest son is curious, more curious than anyone I have ever met. He is also at times an insomniac (he gets this from his father). As well, he is completely fearless. Because of this combination of interesting traits, this room is always in flux. Only recently, has my hilarious boy earned back the privilege of furniture and lights. I know this sounds crazy, but Mr. K had no light in his room for almost 2 years. He would rip them down, tear them apart and not be able to put them back together. He once took apart a reading lamp piece by piece, he even stripped the wires. I very much look forward to the day that Mr. K can put things back together again. I realize that taking things apart is a sign of intelligence, so I suppose I should be grateful. After trying many different light ideas, we had given up and were using whatever light spilled in from the music studio, until a few months ago. Sad times.
As for furniture, it was for climbing. Pictures on the wall were for ripping down. The fun padded headboard I created was for taking apart. So, for safety, this room housed only a bed, toys, and low to the ground items. Recently, Mr. K has earned back his shelving unit, a lamp, and a fun Ikea mirror. He has grown up considerably since starting kindergarten and losing his first tooth!
Name painting from Hawaii, which was a gift from a thoughtful Auntie who gets to travel a lot more than we do! Dragon/dinosaur tails made by my creative mother and her lovely friends (the kids love wearing these). Big ball, also a gift, from our favourite people in New Brunswick. The theme here is that we basically don't buy anything, people just give us stuff. This is what happens when you have babies. Really! You never have to shop again, and all the stuff you own starts to give you stress and you become a minimalist. Or maybe this is just my experience...
Cosiest bed. We went right for a double bed when Mr. K outgrew his crib, because it is what we had, and because our son is a giant. Gorgeous afghan made by my talented sister, Jessica. Headboard painted right on the wall.
Mr. K's cutie toot stuff. Everything in these shelves are things he has chosen to be in his room. Shelves were Kijiji, chair was a Value Village purchase, mirror is (supposedly) unbreakable and is from Ikea. The quilt hanging over the chair was made by my mother when she found out that her first grandchild was on the way. My mother lost use of her left hand due to a stoke, so this was made with one hand. MY MOM MADE MY SON A QUILT USING ONLY ONE HAND. Just take a moment and let that sink in. Amazing.
Currently reading a couple of pages a night. My dreams are coming true! I cannot wait to read my children all the classic literature. And Harry Potter.
Mr. K's best friends. I encourage this. Sesame Street makes us happy.
The most loved toy I have ever seen. A gift from my dearest friend, Marni.
Really though. Have you read The Velveteen Rabbit? This Elmo doll is "real."