Can you regift a finished gift?

So Hayden received this dollhouse kit for Christmas when she was 5.  We worked on it, put it aside, worked on it, put it aside, made a list of things to finish on it, put it aside and found someone to complete it.  They did an awesome job!  I just wondered if we could put a big bow on it and give it to her again, finished?  She really never thought she'd ever see the thing put together . . . and honestly, neither did we.

You don't even want to know how I got it out of the back of my van and into the shed.

Biker day at church

That's probably not what it was called, but being the not so politically correct person I tend to be . . .

We were the last ones in the parking lot, drooling as they rode by to leave.  And by we, I mean those 3.

I'll get you my pretty.

It was the perfect assignment.  The perfect mix of butterflies, rainbows and engineering stuff.  The perfect scenario for some father, daughter bonding.  Perfect for me since it was not my area of specialty and I knew she would take full ownership of making sure it embodied everything she could imagine within the limits of my craft box.  And what was this assignment?  

Make a fairy trap using at least 2 simple machines.

The fairy sees the magic wand and as she lifts it to take it, the cup with the butterfly on it falls and traps her.  Yes, she got the perfect grade too!

In the spirit of . . .

Today was spirit day at school.  The kids can take a dollar and the cheerleaders will paint a little school spirit on their face.  Just so you understand, we are the wildcats.

Wish I could've seen the cheerleaders face when she asked for this!

All you need is a shake.

Hayden got some very expensive mouth jewelry today.  Uppers and lowers all in one visit.  On the way back to school, as tradition runs, I bought her a milkshake.  That should fix her up.  Once at school we realized she had missed part of lunch and needed some food.  Being the nice mother I am, I ran out and bought her favorite baked potato from McAllisters.  I delivered it to the lunchroom without much invasion of her territory and left. On the way out the principal saw me and here is our conversation:

Her:  "Hello, Michelle"
Me:  "Hey, Mrs. Maddox"
Her:  "Did you eat with Hayden today?"
Me:  "No, I just brought her lunch.  She got braces on this morning and the appointment ran into lunch. "
Her:  "Did she get both uppers and lowers?"
Me:  "Yes"
Her:  "Wow, that's going to hurt.  Did you give her some aspirin?"
Me:  "Nah, she had a milkshake.  She'll be fine."
Her:  "Uh, huh.  Well, see you later."

So I skipped happily out the door , feeling successful in taking my daughter through this transition and being able to share with her something my mother did for me when I had braces.

Unfortunately, I received an email from the school an hour later informing me that Hayden had come to the office for aspirin due to "severe mouth pain from braces".    Way to go Me!

She's smiling now . . .