Thursday, April 14, 2005

Elbow Grease ...

Hello Everyone.

Our neighbor gave my daughter a Tupperware-like box in which to take her snacks to school. She thought Neva, being 5 1/2 years old, would like the compartments in it. I think she gave it to her because she had little use for a plastic container whose lid didn't fit properly.

In any event, for whatever reason, Neva thinks it's the greatest thing and always wants to bring her snack to school in it. The other morning she was packing up her muffin and strawberries and I heard loud banging from the kitchen.

"Be sure that lid goes on tight," I cautioned. "You don't want strawberry juice dripping into your backpack."

"It's on!" she said proudly. "You just have to bang it a few times with your elbow."
Happy sweeping,

Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Bath Time ...

Hello Everyone.

It's funny what kids learn to do when they are still toddlers. When it comes to bath time, we have taught all three of our kids to throw their diapers in the bathroom garbage before they get into the tub. A good idea I might add, as diapers that end up in the tub weigh enough to hold an elephant down during a tornado.

So, the other day I was getting our youngest daughter, 14-month-old Willa ready for her bath. She loves the water and is always excited to get in there to splash and play but at that moment she was getting frantic trying to take her own clothes off. So I her undid the buttons for her to make it easier.

With the crises averted Willa easily pulled her feet out of her pants which she then promptly threw in the garbage. Off came her shirt and it too went into the garbage and then her undershirt and finally her diaper.
Happy sweeping,

Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com

Thursday, April 07, 2005

New Identity ...

Hello Everyone.

I picked up my oldest daughter Neva from kindergarten the other day when I realized that I am no longer Bob. I am still me but it appears that I am not Bob.

Originally I was named Robert but in grade 2, I decided to go by Bob. And that short form stayed with me until, on a sunny afternoon last week, my old identity had run its course.

So here I am re-introducing myself as the man formerly known as Bob. You can call me Neva's Dad, everyone else does.
Happy sweeping,

Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Ode to Spring ...

Hello Everyone.

Spring has sprung here in southwestern Ontario and yesterday evening we were outside playing with the kids. In a matter of minutes, the collection of children grew from our 3 to as many as 10 as some of the neighborhood kids joined us in our side yard. It was definitely noisy, but everyone, parents included, was grateful to be outside enjoying the milder weather.

In the midst of the melee, our new neighbor, who lives in the apartment upstairs, called down to me with a smile:

"Where did all the kids come from? Most neighborhoods just have groundhogs that come out to let you know it's spring!".

Happy sweeping,

Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com