To add Pinterest to your WordPress blog

As usual the worldwideweb came to the rescue, when I had this dilemma…I’ve always found it cool that my fellow craft bloggers are driven by the same impulses as I am. I wanted to add Pinterest to my wordpress widgets and voila there you have it!


Sarah London  – an awesome, seriously-awesome crafter with the solution in her blog post.

She also has the most amazing tutorials for all her fabulous crochet works of art, so don’t forget to check out the crafty side of her blog.


Something nice

Steve-Hanks-New-Discoveries Mom

I am always amazed at how many people stop me in the middle of the road or come up-to greet me  because I’m walking around with baby-ma. She’s such a sweet, friendly thing! My daughter’s just so happy to meet people that she beams and gives a huge grin to everyone.  The attraction point is that people find the idea of a baby smiling up at them singularly captivating. And I of course don’t have the heart to tell them that its not just them, but she smiles at every other person she meets.

She has such a cute way of smiling too – she’ll first give a side-long glance, tilt her head to one side, assess the person and then give one huge, broad grin.

I feel so happy to have such a little bundle of sunshine around!  Everyone from my neighbours, to her playschool friends to workers at the local supermarket – love to play and chit-chat with her. She’s just 8-months-old but she’s already teaching me so many new things in life and introducing me to so many nice people and nice ideas. I love my little baby-ma!

I also feel uplifted when total strangers come forward to help me….lifting the pram; showing me how the baby-seat in the supermarket trolley works; holding the baby while I pay the cashier; amusing the baby while I withdraw money from the ATM.

My neighbours, her playschool teachers, caretakers and other parents have all helped to make me so-at-home, so comfortable, so happy in taking a round with my baby 🙂

Worth While

Harrison Fisher

It is easy enough to be pleasant, 

When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through tears.

It is easy enough to be prudent,
When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it’s only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor of earth
Is the one that resists desire.

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world’s highway is cumbered to-day;
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Play Time

A woman's work is never done
"How many days has baby to play? 
Saturday, Sunday, Monday, 
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, 
Saturday, Sunday, Monday." 

What does Baby do on Sunday? 
Baby sings and sings to Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Monday? 
Baby washes Dolly's clothes. 

What does Baby do on Tuesday? 
Baby irons Dolly's clothes. 

What does Baby do on Wednesday? 
Baby makes a cake for Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Thursday? 
Baby goes to walk with Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Friday? 
Baby makes a dress for Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Saturday? 
Baby plays all day with Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Sunday? 
Baby sings and sings to Dolly.

Source: The Pleasant Times


How true it is when I am sad
A little work can make me glad.
When frowning care comes to my door
I work a while and fret no more.
I leave my couch harassed with pain,
I work, and soon I’m well again.
When sorrow comes and vain regret,
I go to work and soon forget.
Work soothes the soul when joys depart,
And often mends a broken heart.
The idle mind soon fills with murk,
So that’s why God invented work.

Baby land

sweet baby
“How many miles to Baby-Land?”
“Any one can tell;
Up one flight,
To your right,
Please to ring the bell.”
“What do they do in Baby-Land?”
“Dream and wake and play,
Laugh and crow,
Shout and grow,
Jolly times have they!”
“What do they say in Baby-Land?”
“Why, the oddest things;
Might as well
Try to tell
What a birdie sings!”
“Who is the queen of Baby-Land?”
“Mother, kind and sweet;
And her love,
Born above,
Guides the little feet.”
-George Cooper

A Little Fellow Follows Me

German mother and child Friedrich

A careful man I ought to be,
A little fellow follows me.
I dare not go astray,
For fear he’ll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape his eyes,
Whatever he see me do, he tries.
Like me, he says, he’s going to be,
The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see,
That little fellow who follows me.

I must remember as I go,
Thru summers’ sun and winters’ snow.
I am building for the years to be,
In the little chap who follows me.

by Claude Wisdom White, Sr