Upcycled?

up·cy·cle

[uhp-sahy-kuhl]verb,up·cy·cled, up·cy·cling, noun 

1. to process (used or wast material) soas to produce something that is often betterthan the original

When Laurel was little grandpa Trigger gave her this playhouse. Dean thinks it's 27 years old. I can't imagine all the memories it has been part of with all 6 Fox kids. I think it was red and yellow, since then it was painted blue and moved around a lot. Grandpa Fox dropped it off in our yard one day when Josie was a baby. It blew over and to say the least it was in bad shape. Dean moved it out to the field where it sat for the last year. A couple weeks ago when we were exploring Josie spotted it. She wanted to go inside but the door wouldn’t open and it was really gross. I got the idea that I would just build her a new one. When I was little I had a playhouse (it may have actually been an ice fishing cabin) that I loved so I wanted Josie to have one too. I did a little research and found out that it would be way to expensive and way to much work so I settled on upcycling this one. Casey gave me the shingles, I already had all the paint, and the finished product ended up costing $68, not too bad. Over the last few weeks Josie and I have been fixing it up. She was so funny to help while I worked. She wanted to do everything. Then she would leave for a minute to push her baby in the swing or see what time it was (she really likes to see what time it is even though she has no idea what that means) then she would come back and help again. I can't even count the number of pretend meals (usually made of sand, sticks, and rocks) she fed me through the playhouse window. I'm excited to see all the memories she will continue to make in the playhouse. 

P.S. Josie is in love, and she even lets her brother in sometimes.