Construction Zone
Well the novelty of living in a construction zone has definitely worn thin. We were the first to move into our new subdivision and having no neighbours for the first month was interesting. We were well prepared for the construction during the day, but were anticipating normal working hours, like from 8 to 6 and the odd overtime. Well the delivery trucks start rolling in around 6:30 with their insessant back-up beep, beep, beeps and shinglers are on the roofs until 11 pm working with the last light so as to get the house covered before the anticipated rain the next day. Even that was tolerable, but now we have one of those huge earth movers preparing the new close behind our house and it has an interesting quirk... the horn goes when it is full, and continues until the driver lifts the bucket. Now depending on how close he is to the end of the strip he is doing depends on how long he lets the horn blare. That started at 7 sharp this morning and though I was up well before, Allan worked until 11 last night so he wasn't as impressed.

At the same time, the excitement as we watch new houses go from a newly dug hole to completion is never dull and the boys are fascinated. They are not strangers to the process as this is our third new home in a newer subdivision since we had Eric so they are well-versed in construction basics. Eric is very interested in engineering, carpentry, and the profession of a sawyer. In contrast Ryan is much more the architect and loves designing rather than the hands-on skills.