Hello Everyone.
Countdown to Baby: 19 days
A few of you have sent in suggestions for a boy's name. We are still looking for more names so please send us your suggestions! You can do so by replying to this email.
My kids often love playing together. Usually it involves a game of chase around the apartment where 19-month-old Milo starts out chasing after his 4-year-old sister Neva. She runs as fast as she can so that after a few laps, she's hot on his tail. This always surprises him. Milo then runs into the bedroom and they finish up by jumping on the beds.
In a way, I hate this game. I suppose I should count my blessings and watch my children enjoying each other's company instead of taunting one another. But, really, can't they do this during the day and not when I'm trying to get them ready for bed?!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Friday, January 30, 2004
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
A-Door-Able ...
Hello Everyone.
Countdown to Baby: 21 days
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There once was a time, not too long ago, when if we stood in our living room we could see clear to the other end of the apartment. I could speak to my wife Kathleen and get an answer regardless of where in our apartment I happened to be. And if both my hands were full with whatever I was carrying, I could easily navigate to any room without having to put anything down. Those days are now gone.
My 19-month-old son Milo has taken to closing doors. In fact, he closes every door in our home and not just once or twice, but all day long. He spends a considerable amount of time opening and closing doors, sometimes 10 minutes on a single door.
Which leads me to wonder if this behavior indicates anything. Could it foreshadow his future career: a prison guard or even a prisoner. Maybe he'll be a doorman at some fancy hotel in some far off city. Perhaps he is destined to become a locksmith. Yeah, that's probably it. It pays well, I don't think it's overly stressful and he'll never be stuck when he forgets his keys.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Countdown to Baby: 21 days
We still need more boy's names. Please send us your suggestions!
There once was a time, not too long ago, when if we stood in our living room we could see clear to the other end of the apartment. I could speak to my wife Kathleen and get an answer regardless of where in our apartment I happened to be. And if both my hands were full with whatever I was carrying, I could easily navigate to any room without having to put anything down. Those days are now gone.
My 19-month-old son Milo has taken to closing doors. In fact, he closes every door in our home and not just once or twice, but all day long. He spends a considerable amount of time opening and closing doors, sometimes 10 minutes on a single door.
Which leads me to wonder if this behavior indicates anything. Could it foreshadow his future career: a prison guard or even a prisoner. Maybe he'll be a doorman at some fancy hotel in some far off city. Perhaps he is destined to become a locksmith. Yeah, that's probably it. It pays well, I don't think it's overly stressful and he'll never be stuck when he forgets his keys.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Friday, January 23, 2004
Honestly Speaking ...
Hello Everyone.
A few days ago, my 4-year-old daughter Neva and I were talking about what to have for dinner. She told me she wanted macaroni and cheese. No surprise there; she'd eat it every day if she could. However, since she might have that for lunch at Jill's, her babysitter, the following day, I suggested we have something else.
Neva was quite agreeable and went on to tell me that: "You're macaroni and cheese is better than Jill's." Okay, so it comes out of a box and she could probably make it herself, it's still nice to be complimented.
Then she continued: "But Jill's hot dogs are better than yours... She doesn't even burn them!"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
A few days ago, my 4-year-old daughter Neva and I were talking about what to have for dinner. She told me she wanted macaroni and cheese. No surprise there; she'd eat it every day if she could. However, since she might have that for lunch at Jill's, her babysitter, the following day, I suggested we have something else.
Neva was quite agreeable and went on to tell me that: "You're macaroni and cheese is better than Jill's." Okay, so it comes out of a box and she could probably make it herself, it's still nice to be complimented.
Then she continued: "But Jill's hot dogs are better than yours... She doesn't even burn them!"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Clone Sweet Clone?
Hello Everyone.
My daughter Neva was playing this afternoon with her stuffed toys. They were all lined up against the bookshelf and she was sitting in front of them reading a book.
"These are my huns," she explained, using the term she reserves for "children". "There are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight girls and one, two, three, four boys!" The one in the backpack is the "brand new baby!"
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "that's a lot of kids."
"Yes, and this one's the dad," she said pointing to the one in the backpack.
"I thought you said that was the baby," I queried.
"Well, our first dad died, so we're growing a new one."
Hmmm... I guess we have a geneticist in the making!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
My daughter Neva was playing this afternoon with her stuffed toys. They were all lined up against the bookshelf and she was sitting in front of them reading a book.
"These are my huns," she explained, using the term she reserves for "children". "There are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight girls and one, two, three, four boys!" The one in the backpack is the "brand new baby!"
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "that's a lot of kids."
"Yes, and this one's the dad," she said pointing to the one in the backpack.
"I thought you said that was the baby," I queried.
"Well, our first dad died, so we're growing a new one."
Hmmm... I guess we have a geneticist in the making!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Countdown to Baby ...
Hello Everyone.
I may have said this when my wife was pregnant with our son Milo, but honestly, I had no idea that I married a hippie. Just as she did with the birth of Milo, Kathleen has again opted to have a home birth. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but we only live 2 blocks from the hospital; the same hospital, I might add, where our 4-year-old daughter Neva was born.
We have the same midwife that we had for both Neva and Milo and we have the doula, who was there for Milo's birth, lined up as well. My mother-in-law will also be there and a close friend will help out with the kids and whatever else.
Our neighbors will be taking our dining room furniture so that I can move the bed into the newly vacant room. Kathleen feels it's the most comfortable room in our apartment, atmospherically speaking. It is warmer, larger and gets better light during the day.
So it seems that we are prepared. With the exception of any unforeseen complications, the latest and probably last addition to our family is set to arrive sometime around February 18, 2004 in our dining room.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
I may have said this when my wife was pregnant with our son Milo, but honestly, I had no idea that I married a hippie. Just as she did with the birth of Milo, Kathleen has again opted to have a home birth. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but we only live 2 blocks from the hospital; the same hospital, I might add, where our 4-year-old daughter Neva was born.
We have the same midwife that we had for both Neva and Milo and we have the doula, who was there for Milo's birth, lined up as well. My mother-in-law will also be there and a close friend will help out with the kids and whatever else.
Our neighbors will be taking our dining room furniture so that I can move the bed into the newly vacant room. Kathleen feels it's the most comfortable room in our apartment, atmospherically speaking. It is warmer, larger and gets better light during the day.
So it seems that we are prepared. With the exception of any unforeseen complications, the latest and probably last addition to our family is set to arrive sometime around February 18, 2004 in our dining room.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Monday, January 19, 2004
We Are Back ...
Hello Everyone.
Well after almost a month's absence, we are back with the newsletter. It began back at Christmas, when every one of us in the ContestHound.com household was sick. Kathleen had a terrible cold, made worse by the fact she's pregnant and can't take anything for her cold. Myself, I had some nasty virus as did my 4-year-old daughter Neva and poor Milo, he came down with pneumonia. It wasn't until New Year's Eve that we were feeling better.
And with the New Year came new legislation in regards to the distribution of email. I am nothing even remotely close to being a lawyer so I had decided to discontinue the newsletter. But over the past few weeks, as I thought it over, I came to the realization that this newsletter is a legitimate publication and you, my subscribers, have voluntarily signed up to be kept up-to-date on contests and the goings on in our crazy household. And with that, I changed my mind.
So, here we are again.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Well after almost a month's absence, we are back with the newsletter. It began back at Christmas, when every one of us in the ContestHound.com household was sick. Kathleen had a terrible cold, made worse by the fact she's pregnant and can't take anything for her cold. Myself, I had some nasty virus as did my 4-year-old daughter Neva and poor Milo, he came down with pneumonia. It wasn't until New Year's Eve that we were feeling better.
And with the New Year came new legislation in regards to the distribution of email. I am nothing even remotely close to being a lawyer so I had decided to discontinue the newsletter. But over the past few weeks, as I thought it over, I came to the realization that this newsletter is a legitimate publication and you, my subscribers, have voluntarily signed up to be kept up-to-date on contests and the goings on in our crazy household. And with that, I changed my mind.
So, here we are again.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Safety First ...
Hello Everyone.
For my 3-year-old daughter Neva, her "maturity" has her no less attracted to the bright lights on the Christmas tree than her 6-month-old brother Milo.
Neva came into the kitchen the other day and took an oven mitt from the drawer. "What do you need that for, Neva?" I queried, as she tried to hide it behind her back.
"I need it to touch the lights," she said as she left the kitchen in the direction of the living room. "Now, remember, you can't be mad at me. 'Cuz I'm being safe -- I'm using the oven mitt."
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Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
For my 3-year-old daughter Neva, her "maturity" has her no less attracted to the bright lights on the Christmas tree than her 6-month-old brother Milo.
Neva came into the kitchen the other day and took an oven mitt from the drawer. "What do you need that for, Neva?" I queried, as she tried to hide it behind her back.
"I need it to touch the lights," she said as she left the kitchen in the direction of the living room. "Now, remember, you can't be mad at me. 'Cuz I'm being safe -- I'm using the oven mitt."
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Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Friday, December 12, 2003
To Sleep, To Sleep ...
Hello Everyone.
You know, it's a crime that parents can tell time and young children can't. More specifically the offense is not that they can't tell the time it's more that they don't know when we parents are misleading them about it.
Like tonight for instance. It's already dark outside even though we just finished dinner. And my 4-year-old daughter is rather cranky and as a result, bedtime will be over an hour earlier than normal. I know this because I can tell time. She doesn't because she can't.
I know I am being a little dishonest but what am I to do? If I tell Neva that she's going to bed early, she'll put up a fuss telling me she's not tired, even though the slightest things are upsetting her. It's for her own good I keep telling myself, but I can't escape the feeling that I am deceiving her.
But of course, if her behavior worsens because she's so tired, I'll wind up getting cranky too and scolding her inappropriately. Then I'll feel even guiltier for something that can be avoided. So, off to bed it is.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
You know, it's a crime that parents can tell time and young children can't. More specifically the offense is not that they can't tell the time it's more that they don't know when we parents are misleading them about it.
Like tonight for instance. It's already dark outside even though we just finished dinner. And my 4-year-old daughter is rather cranky and as a result, bedtime will be over an hour earlier than normal. I know this because I can tell time. She doesn't because she can't.
I know I am being a little dishonest but what am I to do? If I tell Neva that she's going to bed early, she'll put up a fuss telling me she's not tired, even though the slightest things are upsetting her. It's for her own good I keep telling myself, but I can't escape the feeling that I am deceiving her.
But of course, if her behavior worsens because she's so tired, I'll wind up getting cranky too and scolding her inappropriately. Then I'll feel even guiltier for something that can be avoided. So, off to bed it is.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Snooze Math ...
There is a certain type of math that completely escapes me. It really only involves simple addition and being able to tell time. But nonetheless, I never manage to get the addition to work out.
Take for instance my 18-month-old son Milo sleeping habits. He usually wakes up at around 7:00 a.m., has his only nap just after lunch for an hour or so, and goes to bed around 9:00 p.m. So on a normal day, he will sleep 12 hours give or take.
But occasionally, a day comes when Milo refuses to go to sleep for his nap. Then around dinnertime, he falls asleep for about 15 minutes, a catnap of sorts. Using simple math, if he sleeps 12 hours normally but on this day he has missed one hour, he should then sleep 11 more hours tonight. Makes sense doesn't it?
Not really, at least not for Milo. Not only is he an hour behind without his nap but he will somehow stay up an extra hour that night. A grand total of 2 hours of missed sleep by my calculations. Now you would think he'd wake up 2 hours later the next morning, but not even that works out. Bright and early at 7:00 a.m. the next morning, there's Milo, happy as a lark.
It just doesn't add up.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Take for instance my 18-month-old son Milo sleeping habits. He usually wakes up at around 7:00 a.m., has his only nap just after lunch for an hour or so, and goes to bed around 9:00 p.m. So on a normal day, he will sleep 12 hours give or take.
But occasionally, a day comes when Milo refuses to go to sleep for his nap. Then around dinnertime, he falls asleep for about 15 minutes, a catnap of sorts. Using simple math, if he sleeps 12 hours normally but on this day he has missed one hour, he should then sleep 11 more hours tonight. Makes sense doesn't it?
Not really, at least not for Milo. Not only is he an hour behind without his nap but he will somehow stay up an extra hour that night. A grand total of 2 hours of missed sleep by my calculations. Now you would think he'd wake up 2 hours later the next morning, but not even that works out. Bright and early at 7:00 a.m. the next morning, there's Milo, happy as a lark.
It just doesn't add up.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Planning Ahead ...
Hello Everyone.
I was just putting my 4-year-old daughter Neva to bed but she was very talkative and was having trouble settling down.
"Do you know who I want to invite to my birthday party?" she asked. "I want to invite..." and went on to list 5 of her friends from her Kindergarten class.
"Well, you know," I responded, "your birthday is a long way off and you might think differently by then." After all, her birthday isn't until September.
There was a long pause before she said, "Wait, I changed my mind, I want to invite..."
It's gonna be a long 9 months!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
I was just putting my 4-year-old daughter Neva to bed but she was very talkative and was having trouble settling down.
"Do you know who I want to invite to my birthday party?" she asked. "I want to invite..." and went on to list 5 of her friends from her Kindergarten class.
"Well, you know," I responded, "your birthday is a long way off and you might think differently by then." After all, her birthday isn't until September.
There was a long pause before she said, "Wait, I changed my mind, I want to invite..."
It's gonna be a long 9 months!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Monday, December 08, 2003
House Cleaning ...
Hello Everyone.
Just a little bit of house cleaning today:
First and foremost, the winners have been chosen for the "Win an Autographed Copy of S.D. Tower's The Assasins of Tamurin Contest" so be sure to check your email to see if you won one of 11 copies of this exclusive ContestHound.com prize.
Secondly, if you haven't already done so, sign up for a free ContestHound.com myContest account so that you can keep track of only those contests your are interested in. Fast and simple sign up and easy to use to boot. [Click here to sign up]
Finally, if you missed Friday's edition, be sure to check it out. There is some very special news that you won't want to miss. [Click here]
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Just a little bit of house cleaning today:
First and foremost, the winners have been chosen for the "Win an Autographed Copy of S.D. Tower's The Assasins of Tamurin Contest" so be sure to check your email to see if you won one of 11 copies of this exclusive ContestHound.com prize.
Secondly, if you haven't already done so, sign up for a free ContestHound.com myContest account so that you can keep track of only those contests your are interested in. Fast and simple sign up and easy to use to boot. [Click here to sign up]
Finally, if you missed Friday's edition, be sure to check it out. There is some very special news that you won't want to miss. [Click here]
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Taking Your Lumps ...
Hello Everyone.
It was a busy day around the ContestHound.com household. More work than time it seems. Taking a few short cuts to wring a few more minutes out of the day, I left my 18-month-old son Milo eating Macaroni and Cheese for dinner while I was working in my office.
Every few minutes I peaked around the corner to make sure he was still eating and that his 4-year-old sister wasn't distracting him. And each time I looked, he was still happily mushing around his ever-diminishing pile of noodles.
When Milo finally was finished, I was surprised by how much he had eaten. I went over to clean him up and as I lifted him out of his high chair I noticed a rather suspicious lump protruding from his belly. You have no idea how surprised I was to find all his noodles stuffed down his shirt and into his diaper.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
It was a busy day around the ContestHound.com household. More work than time it seems. Taking a few short cuts to wring a few more minutes out of the day, I left my 18-month-old son Milo eating Macaroni and Cheese for dinner while I was working in my office.
Every few minutes I peaked around the corner to make sure he was still eating and that his 4-year-old sister wasn't distracting him. And each time I looked, he was still happily mushing around his ever-diminishing pile of noodles.
When Milo finally was finished, I was surprised by how much he had eaten. I went over to clean him up and as I lifted him out of his high chair I noticed a rather suspicious lump protruding from his belly. You have no idea how surprised I was to find all his noodles stuffed down his shirt and into his diaper.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Clever is as Clever Does ...
Hello Everyone.
Sometimes it is really interesting the clever ways children try to avoid going to bed. My 4-year-old daughter Neva decided tonight that she needed to know whose birthday was when.
"When's Mommy's birthday?" she began, after I turned off the light. I answered. "And Daddy, when is yours?" she continued. I answered again. Soon we had made it through the rest of our family and had begun with some of our neighbors.
"Neva," I said, "it's time to go to sleep."
"But just one more daddy!" she pleaded.
"One more then," I allowed.
"When is everybody's?"
"On their birthday Neva, on their birthday."
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Sometimes it is really interesting the clever ways children try to avoid going to bed. My 4-year-old daughter Neva decided tonight that she needed to know whose birthday was when.
"When's Mommy's birthday?" she began, after I turned off the light. I answered. "And Daddy, when is yours?" she continued. I answered again. Soon we had made it through the rest of our family and had begun with some of our neighbors.
"Neva," I said, "it's time to go to sleep."
"But just one more daddy!" she pleaded.
"One more then," I allowed.
"When is everybody's?"
"On their birthday Neva, on their birthday."
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Monday, November 24, 2003
Latest Web Site Update ...
Hello Everyone.
As many of you have already noticed, there are lots of changes going on at ContestHound.com. Be sure to visit the site and create you own personal myContests account so that you can keep track of only those contests you are interested in (check the link at the top of this newsletter).
Hopefully by the time the tomorrow's issue comes out, I'll be able to get back to writing the stories that you usually find here.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
As many of you have already noticed, there are lots of changes going on at ContestHound.com. Be sure to visit the site and create you own personal myContests account so that you can keep track of only those contests you are interested in (check the link at the top of this newsletter).
Hopefully by the time the tomorrow's issue comes out, I'll be able to get back to writing the stories that you usually find here.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Alphab-b-b-bet ...
Hello Everyone.
Since starting school, my 4-year-old daughter Neva seems to have developed a strange speech defect. They're learning to read and, with that, the sounds of the letters of the alphabet. Now Neva walks around quite frequently, saying things like:
"Muh ... muh ... muh ... Mommy? Can wuh ... wuh ... wuh ... we huh .. huh ... huh ...have macarrr ... errr ... errr ... rrroni and ch ... ch ... ch ... cheese for duh .. duh ... duh ... duh ... dinner?"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Since starting school, my 4-year-old daughter Neva seems to have developed a strange speech defect. They're learning to read and, with that, the sounds of the letters of the alphabet. Now Neva walks around quite frequently, saying things like:
"Muh ... muh ... muh ... Mommy? Can wuh ... wuh ... wuh ... we huh .. huh ... huh ...have macarrr ... errr ... errr ... rrroni and ch ... ch ... ch ... cheese for duh .. duh ... duh ... duh ... dinner?"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Wanted: One Bulldozer ...
Hello Everyone.
The other day I was tidying up a few things when I came across a pair of used roller blades that my neighbour had given me. Space comes at a premium in our humble abode and I was stumped about where to put them. My 4-year-old daughter Neva picked one up and instructed me to pick up the other and follow her.
"Where are you going to put them?" I asked.
"In the closet," she replied, as she stuffed the first one in. "That's where we keep all the junk that doesn't fit anybody anymore."
I guess it's time to do a little more re-organizing!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
The other day I was tidying up a few things when I came across a pair of used roller blades that my neighbour had given me. Space comes at a premium in our humble abode and I was stumped about where to put them. My 4-year-old daughter Neva picked one up and instructed me to pick up the other and follow her.
"Where are you going to put them?" I asked.
"In the closet," she replied, as she stuffed the first one in. "That's where we keep all the junk that doesn't fit anybody anymore."
I guess it's time to do a little more re-organizing!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Monday, November 10, 2003
Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails ...
Hello Everyone.
While my 17-month-old son Milo climbs my desk to talk on the phone quite regularly, this time he slipped and hit his head on the way down. None of us were in the room when it happened and when I found him, although quite bloodied and clearly distraught, Milo had already moved to the living room and was watching television.
Once the bleeding stopped he was his normal self again, running and playing in the emergency room, making us wonder if we were wasting time sitting around waiting among all those other sick kids. Three and a half hours later, they glued his head back together and we were sent home with instructions to keep an eye out for signs of a concussion: excessive sleepiness, trouble walking, vomiting, etc.
Within a few short hours, Milo and his 4-year-old sister Neva were chasing each other around the apartment, laughing and giggling and squealing with excitement. Milo ended the day with two fresh bruises from bumping into doors, floors and Neva.
Looks like we've got ourselves a bumpy 15 years ahead of us!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
While my 17-month-old son Milo climbs my desk to talk on the phone quite regularly, this time he slipped and hit his head on the way down. None of us were in the room when it happened and when I found him, although quite bloodied and clearly distraught, Milo had already moved to the living room and was watching television.
Once the bleeding stopped he was his normal self again, running and playing in the emergency room, making us wonder if we were wasting time sitting around waiting among all those other sick kids. Three and a half hours later, they glued his head back together and we were sent home with instructions to keep an eye out for signs of a concussion: excessive sleepiness, trouble walking, vomiting, etc.
Within a few short hours, Milo and his 4-year-old sister Neva were chasing each other around the apartment, laughing and giggling and squealing with excitement. Milo ended the day with two fresh bruises from bumping into doors, floors and Neva.
Looks like we've got ourselves a bumpy 15 years ahead of us!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Learning By Example ...
Hello Everyone.
We have an occasional problem with our outgoing and social 4-year-old daughter Neva visiting the neighbors without our knowledge. Since we know all our neighbors well, this is not a safety concern, however not knowing where she is obviously worrisome. She doesn't do this too frequently, but it's a rule in our house -- "no visiting without telling" -- that is being broken. Once we retrieve her, we read the riot act once again and she gets a "logical consequence" type punishment, like no visiting at all for the rest of the day. Still, we're not sure she's getting the point.
Well, the other day I asked Neva to call Daddy in for dinner. I thought he was out on the balcony. Neva came back in and started putting on her coat. "I can't find him," she informed me. She was obviously going to look for him. I reminded her not to leave the building without me and said I'd help her look in a minute.
As I was about to leave, Neva had returned and was leading her Daddy by the hand through the apartment. He looked guilty and abashed. Seems she had found him coming back from the corner store. "Daddy needs a time out for leaving without telling us," she reprimanded.
Perhaps our message is getting through after all!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
We have an occasional problem with our outgoing and social 4-year-old daughter Neva visiting the neighbors without our knowledge. Since we know all our neighbors well, this is not a safety concern, however not knowing where she is obviously worrisome. She doesn't do this too frequently, but it's a rule in our house -- "no visiting without telling" -- that is being broken. Once we retrieve her, we read the riot act once again and she gets a "logical consequence" type punishment, like no visiting at all for the rest of the day. Still, we're not sure she's getting the point.
Well, the other day I asked Neva to call Daddy in for dinner. I thought he was out on the balcony. Neva came back in and started putting on her coat. "I can't find him," she informed me. She was obviously going to look for him. I reminded her not to leave the building without me and said I'd help her look in a minute.
As I was about to leave, Neva had returned and was leading her Daddy by the hand through the apartment. He looked guilty and abashed. Seems she had found him coming back from the corner store. "Daddy needs a time out for leaving without telling us," she reprimanded.
Perhaps our message is getting through after all!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Monday, November 03, 2003
Housekeeping ...
Hello Everyone.
Just a bit of housekeeping for a Monday...
I am diligently working on the new design for ContestHound.com and it should be live in the next week or so. Look for some great new features including what I call "myContests" where you can save any contest on the site to your own little place. Should make keeping track of your contests much faster and easier. I'll keep you posted on the progress.
Also, if you email provider/system has a whitelist, friend's list, approved address list or any type of email filtering make sure that you add webmaster@contesthound.com, that way, you'll be sure to receive the Daily Contest Update. You'd be surprised to learn that many of your emails may be filtered out without your knowledge, including this one.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Just a bit of housekeeping for a Monday...
I am diligently working on the new design for ContestHound.com and it should be live in the next week or so. Look for some great new features including what I call "myContests" where you can save any contest on the site to your own little place. Should make keeping track of your contests much faster and easier. I'll keep you posted on the progress.
Also, if you email provider/system has a whitelist, friend's list, approved address list or any type of email filtering make sure that you add webmaster@contesthound.com, that way, you'll be sure to receive the Daily Contest Update. You'd be surprised to learn that many of your emails may be filtered out without your knowledge, including this one.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Thursday, October 30, 2003
A Day at the Dentist ...
Hello Everyone.
My 4-year-old daughter Neva and I went to the dentisttoday. We both needed our regular check-ups, cleaning andwhat-not. You would think that this type of adventure wouldbe upsetting for a little kid but quite the contrary.
I went first so that Neva would get an idea of what was goingon and a good thing since I had no idea myself. Seems thatNeva managed to squeeze herself about as close as one couldwithout actually climbing into my mouth. She then puther arm over my eyes so that I wouldn't be scared. Annoyingbut kinda cute.
When it was her turn, she crawled around the dentist'soffice barking like a dog for a few minutes before finallyclimbing into the chair. And that was it. No complaints, nofear, no nothin'. What a kid!
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
My 4-year-old daughter Neva and I went to the dentisttoday. We both needed our regular check-ups, cleaning andwhat-not. You would think that this type of adventure wouldbe upsetting for a little kid but quite the contrary.
I went first so that Neva would get an idea of what was goingon and a good thing since I had no idea myself. Seems thatNeva managed to squeeze herself about as close as one couldwithout actually climbing into my mouth. She then puther arm over my eyes so that I wouldn't be scared. Annoyingbut kinda cute.
When it was her turn, she crawled around the dentist'soffice barking like a dog for a few minutes before finallyclimbing into the chair. And that was it. No complaints, nofear, no nothin'. What a kid!
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
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