Happy Birthday Griffin

Griffin Likes To Smash It
By Grandma Baadsgaard
I love you Griffin. You make me smile.

Griffin likes to smash it
When his brother builds a tower
When he mother says, “Stop that!”
Griffin’s face turns sour

Griffin likes to throw it
When he sees a round red ball
When his big brother takes it
He breaks down and bawls

Griffin likes to take it
When he sees his Granny’s hand
Then they go for rides
All over Disneyland

Griffin likes to hug it
When he sits on Mommy’s knee
He puts his arms around her neck
And squeezes till he’s free

Griffin likes to eat it
When he sees candy anywhere.
And when it is time for baths
He runs around in the bare.

Griffin likes to blow it
When his straw is in his drink.
Then he likes to dump it
Right in the kitchen sink.

Griffin likes to push it
When with someone half his size.
But when they start to cry
He can’t figure out why.

Griffin has been two a while
But now he’s turning three
He is an angel . . . when asleep
As quiet as can be.

Happy Birthday Daniel

By Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy birthday my sweet Daniel

Sometimes when you’re four
Life can be a bore
So you stand on your head
Before you make your bed
Then it’s time to jump
With elbows for a pump
Cause you don’t like to wait
For any important date
No more frowning faces
For you are going places
You don’t like to walk
When exploring your home block
You just have to run
To soak in all the fun
If a plane appears in the sky
You have to stop and yell, “Hi!”
If you see a truck
You know you are in luck
When you feel the beat
You stomp your foot and leap
When you see the cat
You throw treats at her mat
You eat chips and rice
And cheese just like a mouse
If you have a boo-boo
Only Dan can kiss you
But when it’s time for sleep
Mom will take a peek
And kiss your little head
Before you get out of bed
And explore for one more day
Of four-year-old fun and play.


Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy Birthday to my very astute six-year-old grandson Rylan. I love you so much.

Rylan is a detective supreme. He solves mystifying mysteries both big and small. First he locates his magnifying glass and then he finds his notebook and pencil. Next he walks about the house looking for mysteries to solve.
“Any puzzles you need solved today?” Rylan asked his mom.
“What I’d really like to know is why so many socks come out of the dryer without a mate,” his mother answered shaking her head.
“Do you always put socks in the wash in pairs?”
“I think so.”
“Well maybe,” Rylan said rubbing his chin, “you should pin the pair of socks together with a safety pin before you throw them in the wash.”
            "Why that is a lovely idea,” his mother said. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
            “Any puzzles you need solved today?” Rylan asked his dad.
“What I’d really like to know is where the television remote is hiding,” his father said shaking his head while he turned the couch cushions upside down.
“Well maybe,” Rylan said rubbing his chin. “You should Velcro your phone to the remote. Then when it gets lost you could use mom’s phone to call your phone and you will hear it ringing and find the remote straight away.”
“What a stupendous idea,” his father answered. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
Then Rylan thought about his grandpa who lived far away.
I wish I could talk to grandpa and see his face. I know how I’ll solve that puzzle.
Rylan borrowed his mother’s phone and face timed his grandpa.
“I was missing you today,” Rylan said when his grandpa answered.
“I was missing you today too,” Grandpa answered.
“Do you have any puzzles for me to solve?” Rylan asked.
“What I’d really like to know is why I keep growing older,” his grandpa asked.
“That’s easy,” Rylan said smiling. “Old stuff is called antique and antiques are worth a lot of money. So you’re not just growing older; you're growing more valuable.”
          "I never thought about that way," Grandpa said. "Thank you Rylan."
Next Rylan talked to his grandma.
“Any puzzles you need me to solve today?” Rylan asked his grandma.
“Why do I feel all warm and happy inside whenever I see your face?” Rylan’s grandma asked.
“That’s easy,” Rylan answered. “That's because you love me Grandma.”
Only a detective boy as smart as you knows that,” his grandma said. “A little more love would sure solve most of the puzzlements in this world.”
When Rylan went to bed that night he placed his magnifying glass on the night stand right next to his notebook and pencil. Then he thought about his brother Griffen and his baby sister Alice. Then he thought about and his mom and dad.
Why do I suddenly feel so warm and happy inside when I think about my family? Good thing I'm Rylan the detective because I know the answer to that mystery.


Children Are Diamonds

This post is dedicated to the woman who taught me that children are diamonds . . . Florence Cope. She is my friend and I learned a lot from her. She was buried yesterday . . .
One day I was waiting in line for my child’s evaluation with his new kindergarten teacher. A stylish young mother and her son sat in the chairs next to us because the teacher was running behind. I was obviously eight months pregnant and hovering on the huge side of big.
This young mother stared at my belly and asked, “Why do you want to do that again?” Her question caught me off guard. I blushed. “This is it for me,” she added. “Boy am I ever ready to get this last one in school. Now it’s my turn for me.” She was wearing beautifully tailored clothes, her hair was elegantly styled and her long fake fingernails were polished pink with jeweled flowers on the tips. “Just bought that,” she finished pointing to a shiny red sports car in the parking lot. “Nice huh.”
I looked down at my protruding mid-section and asked myself . . . Why am I doing this again? My worn maternity clothes were stained orange across the belly with my preschooler’s spaghetti from lunch. I still had dirt under my fingernails from playing in the sandbox. My wind-blown hair was stuck to several sticky kisses on my cheeks. The old van I drove was covered with mud and still smelled like hot dog and marshmallow smoke from our last family camp out. Yet, I knew exactly why I was doing this again.
I cleared my throat several times, turned to this woman and asked, “What if a highly important person brought you to the opening of a diamond mine and said you could go inside and gather as many diamonds as you wanted? But, there was one condition. You only had a certain amount of time before your opportunity was over and then you couldn’t gather any more diamonds. Would you do it?”
“Sure, who wouldn’t,” the stylish young mother answered.
“What if some of the diamonds were hidden in the rocks and you had to work really hard to find them and keep them?”
“I’d be willing to do whatever it took to get those diamonds because then I’d be rich,” the young mother answered. “Even one diamond is worth a fortune.”
“That’s why I’m doing this again,” I answered patting my abdomen.
I’m not sure that woman understood what I was trying to say. But I noticed that my little boy, who was seated next to me, took my hand and quite literally beamed. Children always know when they’re somebody’s treasure.
Wiping runny noses, changing messy diapers, fixing endless meals, sorting dirty laundry, soothing crying infants, waiting up for teenagers, supervising homework, cleaning up after the stomach flu, washing dishes, bringing in a paycheck and picking up after another toddler tornado doesn’t seem like important work. It is. Loving and serving children of all ages is the only work that really matters. The value of each person’s soul is priceless.
So, the next time you’re in the middle of cleaning up yet another mess, repeat these words . . . Children are my diamonds. I’ll do whatever it takes to nurture their souls because then I’ll be rich with love forever.
Florence Cope
The last things she said to me on her death bed was,
"I have learned that people are basically good . . .
and even when they're not, they are still trying."
Florence Cope's children at the cemetery.


New Horizons Orchestra A Fun Place To Learn

When I was in my fifties I learned about an orchestra in Utah County sponsored by BYU where they let you start as a beginner. I'm so happy to be part of this group. We meet twice a week and play beautiful music together. There is a moment during every rehearsal when I am transported to a place of peace and joy. That feeling stays with me all week. I feel so grateful for this opportunity.

Here is a fun link to an article about the New Horizons Orchestra I play in.



Christian Ford Baadsgaard Is Born Today

Introducing my newest grandchild . . .
Christian Ford Baadsgaard
What a gift it is to see
the greatest miracle in the world. . .
the birth of a new born baby.
Thank you Joseph and Martha
for allowing me to be there.
What a holy gift.


Hole in the Rock Documentary

My daughter Arianne and her family were in a documentary on the Hole in the Rock pioneers who settled southwestern Utah.


Liam and the Llama

Liam and the Llama
Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy Birthday to a very special six year old. I love you Liam

Said Liam to the Llama,
“How are you today?”
“Why I am terrific
What else can I say?”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“You have such big long ears.”
“Yes, they look like bananas
Straight up and long spears.”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“You have such narrow feat.”
“They are great for dancing
The two-set can’t be beat.”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“Do you like to chew your cud?”
“Why I sure do and I also
Like to sit in mud.”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“Your fur is oh so soft.”
“If you spin and weave it
I make blankets for your loft.”

 Said Liam to the Llama,
“Are you cousins with the camel?”
“We both like to chew our cud.
And our stories tend to ramble.”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“Do you hum babies to sleep?”
I like to nuzzle my wee ones)
So close our hearts will keep.”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“Why is your fur white, brown or black?”
“So I can make my wool into rugs.
Or a fine coat if you lack.”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“You’re so stout to pack my stuff.”
“Yes I’m strong and agile
And really pretty buff.”

Said Liam to the Llama,
“Will you be my friend?”
“You bet I will dear Liam
Right up till the end.”


Gabriel Jordan's Cope's Blessing Day

My beautiful grandson Gabriel on his blessing day with his father Jared.
Gabe with his mother and father Arianne and Jared.
My daughter Arianne with her beautiful family . . . her husband Jared and children
(l to r) Samuel, Logan, Gideon, Liam, Gabriel and Sophia


Happy Birthday Sandy

To my 

granddaughter Sandy...  

who has a writer’s heart 

like her grandma 


There is something that draws us nearer.
We sense connection to each other . . .
A yearning to find the words
To give meaning to experience . . .
Discover what lies hidden inside us -
An inner longing
To share
Untold stories.
So we reach out to each other
When miles keep us apart.
Sometimes we are afraid
To begin
For fear of being judged.
That is when we must hold each other’s courage . . .
Inspire each other to write the first draft -
As if our words will never be shown to anyone.
For each of us has a story;
We all live through something that changes our heart.

Sandy . . . if there is a book you want to read that has not been written,
You must write it.
If there is a life you want to live, you must live it
Someday I will find just the right way to tell you how much I love you.
Today I must be content with words.


Happy Birthday Kate

Kate’s Kindergarten
Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy sixth birthday my charming Katie

When you start kindergarten
It can be quite a scare
But if you face your worries
It’s an adventure if you dare

So fluff up your brave smile Katie
Smooth out your new duds and shoes
Walk right in that brand new classroom
Without a trace of the blues

For going to school for the first time
Can make your tummy feel tight
Then before you know it
There are new friends and recess delights

First you learn about your letters
Then your fingers and your toes
Next come your numbers my friend
And sitting in desks in rows

The best time is when your teacher
Gathers everyone all around
And reads a brand new book
You don’t even make a sound

Reading makes pictures alive in your mind
Gives you wings to fly in the sky
Then sometimes the stories are sad ones
That makes you breathe a sigh

Soon it’s time for recess
You blast out the door on the run
New friends are all around you
It’s time to swing in the sun

 Then you hear the last bell ring
And know it’s time to go home
Your mother’s big hug awaits you
No matter where you roam.


Baadsgaard Family Reunion 2016

Over Memorial day weekend we had our Baadsgaard reunion 
at Heber Valley Camp! 
Some of the highlights were: 
Yummy food 
Canoeing and paddle boarding on the lake 
Camp Fires 
Family history fireside presented by Jordan 
Funny games planned by Amy and Aden 
Dancing under the Pavilion