Hello Everyone.
When I am doing project around the house I have always let my kids lend a helping hand. My 5 1/2-year-old daughter Neva especially likes to help whenever I have my tool box out.
I was painting the trim around a closet the other day and sure enough there was Neva, dressed in some old clothes eager to get her hands on a paintbrush. So, together we painted, Neva doing the bottom third, and me doing the rest.
We traded the brushes for small rollers and back again and for the next hour, Neva and I worked together painting the trim, and some of the wall, and quite a large part of the floor but mostly each other.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Backing Up is Hard to Do ...
Hello Everyone.
It's funny the things children pick up on that we take little notice of in our adult world. Take, for instance, my 2 1/2-year-old son, Milo. We visited the local drop-in center the other day and he instantly ran off to play. Knowing he was safe and happy, I joined up with a friend to chat.
When I took a look for him a little while later, I saw him driving himself around in one of those big toy cars. He stopped, looked over his shoulder and backed up, going "Beeeeep! Beeeeep! Beeeeep!"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
It's funny the things children pick up on that we take little notice of in our adult world. Take, for instance, my 2 1/2-year-old son, Milo. We visited the local drop-in center the other day and he instantly ran off to play. Knowing he was safe and happy, I joined up with a friend to chat.
When I took a look for him a little while later, I saw him driving himself around in one of those big toy cars. He stopped, looked over his shoulder and backed up, going "Beeeeep! Beeeeep! Beeeeep!"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Rabble Babble ...
Hello Everyone.
When my now 5 1/2-year-old daughter Neva was beginning to talk we gave her lots and lots of encouragement. Which probably explains why she hasn't stopped talking ever since. Regardless, we are now at the same stage with our youngest, one year old Willa.
Seems to me that we may not be as supportive in Willa's speech development though. She tends to make a multitude of bizarre sounds that Neva never did. Ask Willa what a dog says and she answers sounding more like a car trying to start on the coldest day of winter.
She makes this really odd throat clearing sound when she wants something and hisses like a snake for no apparent reason. And when she is tired there is that ear-splitting shriek that makes you go instantly cross-eyed.
It's amusing to listen to her babble, full of grunts and croaks and other strange noises. If you stand a busy intersection during rush hour, you'll get a good feel for it.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
When my now 5 1/2-year-old daughter Neva was beginning to talk we gave her lots and lots of encouragement. Which probably explains why she hasn't stopped talking ever since. Regardless, we are now at the same stage with our youngest, one year old Willa.
Seems to me that we may not be as supportive in Willa's speech development though. She tends to make a multitude of bizarre sounds that Neva never did. Ask Willa what a dog says and she answers sounding more like a car trying to start on the coldest day of winter.
She makes this really odd throat clearing sound when she wants something and hisses like a snake for no apparent reason. And when she is tired there is that ear-splitting shriek that makes you go instantly cross-eyed.
It's amusing to listen to her babble, full of grunts and croaks and other strange noises. If you stand a busy intersection during rush hour, you'll get a good feel for it.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Forget-Me-Not ...
Hello Everyone.
My 5 1/2-year-old daughter Neva was begging me to have a little friend of hers over for a playdate. She hadn't seen her in several months and she desperately wanted to have her come visit. For weeks all we heard was, "Can Sydney come for a playdate?" and then "How many more days until Sydney comes?" Sydney this, Sydney that. Sydney! Sydney! Sydney!
Finally, the day arrived and Sydney came to play. The girls immediately ran off to catch up. In the middle of their play, I overheard Neva saying, "Come here! Come here! Hey! ... What's your name again?"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
My 5 1/2-year-old daughter Neva was begging me to have a little friend of hers over for a playdate. She hadn't seen her in several months and she desperately wanted to have her come visit. For weeks all we heard was, "Can Sydney come for a playdate?" and then "How many more days until Sydney comes?" Sydney this, Sydney that. Sydney! Sydney! Sydney!
Finally, the day arrived and Sydney came to play. The girls immediately ran off to catch up. In the middle of their play, I overheard Neva saying, "Come here! Come here! Hey! ... What's your name again?"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
For Grampa (March 30, 1923 - March 8, 2004)
Hello Everyone.
It's no surprise that after being stuck in the house all day with three boisterous kids who couldn't go outside because it's too cold, that I remark to my wife Kathleen, "We should have bought a puppy".
Now I have given this some thought lately and I realized a few things. A puppy, when it gets a chance, will try to run away. So too, do my kids. And a puppy will stare at you blankly when you are talking to it. Just like my kids. The puppy will tear up the only important piece of paper I have on my desk, walk around chewing on my shoes and without a doubt, pee on the floor. Ditto for my kids.
So really, what's the difference between having kids or a puppy? Well, we wouldn't have gotten three puppies that's for sure and one other thing, Grampa would rather have had the kids sitting on his lap.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
It's no surprise that after being stuck in the house all day with three boisterous kids who couldn't go outside because it's too cold, that I remark to my wife Kathleen, "We should have bought a puppy".
Now I have given this some thought lately and I realized a few things. A puppy, when it gets a chance, will try to run away. So too, do my kids. And a puppy will stare at you blankly when you are talking to it. Just like my kids. The puppy will tear up the only important piece of paper I have on my desk, walk around chewing on my shoes and without a doubt, pee on the floor. Ditto for my kids.
So really, what's the difference between having kids or a puppy? Well, we wouldn't have gotten three puppies that's for sure and one other thing, Grampa would rather have had the kids sitting on his lap.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Thursday, March 03, 2005
You're Kidding, Right?
Hello Everyone.
I've always thought that I have a rather well developed sense of humor. Even after years of my wife Kathleen tilting her head sideways and staring at me with an "are you feeling okay?" look on her face, I still thought I was funny and clever. And then along came my joke-telling 5 1/2 year-old daughter Neva.
A few days ago she started to make up her own jokes and since then, she's been following us around all day trying them out on us. They're all loosely based the old standard "Why did the chicken cross the road?". For example:
"Why was the window broken?
Because he hit him in his bum and crashed through the mirror - Get it?! He hit his bum!"
As you can see her jokes really don't make any sense. It's how totally absurd the punch lines are that makes us chuckle. Meanwhile, Neva howls with laughter and promptly makes up another one.
Now I really believed I was a witty sort of fella until I realized something. I too was tilting my head sideways in utter confusion each time Neva told a joke.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
I've always thought that I have a rather well developed sense of humor. Even after years of my wife Kathleen tilting her head sideways and staring at me with an "are you feeling okay?" look on her face, I still thought I was funny and clever. And then along came my joke-telling 5 1/2 year-old daughter Neva.
A few days ago she started to make up her own jokes and since then, she's been following us around all day trying them out on us. They're all loosely based the old standard "Why did the chicken cross the road?". For example:
"Why was the window broken?
Because he hit him in his bum and crashed through the mirror - Get it?! He hit his bum!"
As you can see her jokes really don't make any sense. It's how totally absurd the punch lines are that makes us chuckle. Meanwhile, Neva howls with laughter and promptly makes up another one.
Now I really believed I was a witty sort of fella until I realized something. I too was tilting my head sideways in utter confusion each time Neva told a joke.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
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