Nothing. Absolutely Nothing.

I've got absolutely nothing to say. The only reason I'm posting is that it's been two weeks since I last posted, which is getting a bit on the slack side. But really, this is a post about Nothing, since I have Nothing to post about. (name that tv show).

That's not to say we are doing nothing. We are too busy to be doing nothing, although doing nothing looks pretty good somedays - you know the days when you want to just curl up in bed and do nothing. I've had some of them lately. But four kids plus homeschooling plus housebuilding equals no time to do nothing.

I could discuss the weather. We've had a fair amount of decent rain lately, but that would be pretty lame discussing the weather on my blog. Especially seeing as when it comes to rain in these here parts, our annual average rainfall amounts to not much more then nothing anyways.

Nothing much has happened on our house. Nothing much worth posting about anyway. The fireplace is being put in by PVT as I type. The carpet is hopefully arriving tomorrow. I've been having visions of the wrong carpet being put in, so the plan is to rush out tomorrow to check it's the one we ordered. We had trouble deciding which carpet to choose, but then we pretty much had trouble choosing stuff every step of the way. Like the kitchen benchtops, the tiles, the paint etc. We're pretty good at procrastinating. The carpet colour we eventually chose is called 'bran'. A nice healthy choice.

There is really only one thing to post about that isn't nothing, and I still get heart palpatations thinking of it. After three years of house building, and three years where we have been very blessed with no major accidents, we had a major/minor accident last weekend involving the youngest member of our family. Without going into too many details, Caleb managed to drink a tin of turps, which had a paint brush in it being cleaned of enamel paint. So he managed to drink some turps mixed with enamel paint. Fortunately he hasn't yet mastered drinking from a cup so he spilt most of it down his front. Also fortunately was the fact that our paramedic friend arrived for dinner two minutes later. To cut a long story short, he's totally fine. He spent a fair bit of time that evening hiccuping and burping, and has a bad case of what looks like sunburn on his tummy where it got onto his skin, which is now peeling. He was over the whole experince the next morning, whereas I'm still recovering from the shock. So I guess that's not really nothing, but thankfully it turned out to be nothing.

This is where I post a cute picture of Caleb to prove he's okay after his experience (which turned out to be nothing) but I haven't got the camera here at the moment, so you'll have to wait till next time. Until then you can just look at nothing.