Duck Duck Goose!

Unfortunately someone did get to 'thisssssssss little black duck' and Lachlan loves parading around in his Duck Duck boots.

Its raining and pouring and the bricklayers are snoring. Hopefully it will start next week but we don't get our hope us too much.

We are ready to go.

The bricks are here

The dunny and shed is here.

Where is Bob?

Stay tuned for more updates.

It has been a long week after the challenges of Monday night, but all is back to normal.

A couple of weekends ago, we went to Deanne's farm and a group of emus wandered in the wrong gate. So what did we do?

Lachlan and I got in the car and chased them. He drove and I hung the camera out the window.

He can't run but I am telling you he can run the pants off a kangaroo.

The Wild family had a heart flutter last night when we had to call an ambulance to take Lachlan to PMH (the children's hospital).

Everything was ok in the end, but he had a patch of about an hour when he showed most of the symptoms of something sinister like ma-ninja cockle (phonetically). I can tell you it is a very scarey experience seeing your child barely able to keep his head up straight and stay conscious and there is not a single thing you can do.

Within an hour and a half he is cracking jokes with me on a hospital bed in the emergency section and driving his truck on the floor with his new little friend "Lightning McQueen". Not like the racing car but the green teddy that the ambulance driver gave him.

Was it a blocked sinus passage that was putting pressure on this head or did God answer the prayers that were being made? In the end I don't think it matters.

Perspective is a word that comes to mind. We had all our bricks delivered to our slab yesterday and the care factor right now is zero.

Everyone tells you that building a house is frustrating and it will test your patience and persistence. Those pessimistic voices tend to fade away as you walk through display homes, study house designs and make changes to your dream home which will provide lots of wonderful memories in the future.

But those come flooding back once you have signed up and wait expectantly for them to start.

Surely Bob the Builder didn't have trouble finding a good subcontractor like Wendy and when he asks Lofty or Muck to be there for Friday you can be sure they are good for their word. I am also pretty sure that Scoop would work in the light drizzle if Bob needed a favour done.

Alas, I am not Farmer Pickles and there is a building boom in Perth so I will need to learn the virtues of patience.

Here is the transformation thus far from 'derelict my ...' to a slab.