Pictures from John in Denmark

My son John is serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the land of his ancestors - Denmark!
John is loving his time in Denmark teaching others about the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.


Poem for a Two-year-old

Griffen Is Two
Grandma Baadsgaard
I love you buddy. Have a great day!

When you’re turning two
There’s lots of work to do
Like turn every knob in the house
Then sneak around quiet as a mouse
Grab lots of treats to nibble
And use lots of pens to scribble
All over freshly painted walls
Then counter-tops newly installed
Next you find balls to throw
And make forts in the snow
Climb on beds and jump
using your arms for a pump
Then pick up rocks to pound
Smash pan lids for startle sounds
Whenever food is near
It is your job to make it smear
Then make your belly wiggle
Right there in your middle
For if you’re turning two
There is lots of work to do . . .


Three-year-old Birthday Poem


by Granny B
Happy third birthday to a very busy and charming little boy. 
I love you Daniel.

When Daniel laid his sleepy head
On the train pillow upon his bed,
He had a dream that made him smile
Of riding trains for miles and miles.
For Daniel loves trains you see -
So when he is awake he likes to be
A conductor with a blaring horn
That blasts his family from night to morn.
Around and around he chugs about
Roaring and screeching as he shouts,
“Toot – toot! Here comes the train!”
He’ll run through you if you remain.
Then with a smile on his face
He circles and circles all over the place
He won’t slow down ‘til Mom says, “Stop!”
And holds up the sign – her kitchen mop
Then says, “All trains will halt right here.
And park your caboose in the rear.”


Birthday Poem for a Five-Year Old

Clowns Smiles
Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy 5th birthday Rylan. I love you very much.
Here is the clown story you wanted.

“Why are you smiling?” said Rylan to the clown
He answered, “I always paint on a smile when I’m feeling down.”
“But if you’re feeling blue why don’t you paint a frown?”
“Because a frown is just a smile turned upside down.”
Everyone has sad days - we don’t need to spread ‘em around
Because then we’ll make other’s smiles turn upside down.

Then Rylan went home to his house in the woods
Full of, “don’t do that and Rylan maybe you should”
“Brush your teeth and clean your room
And don’t make a flipper out of your spoon.”
And when he built a tower it was knocked down by his brother
So he ran to the kitchen to tattle to his mother
“Griffen knocked my tower down,” Rylan said with a big frown.
“He doesn’t know better - don’t make those grouchy sounds.”
So Rylan did a cartwheel until his head was pointing down
Then his frown became a smile that wasn’t turned upside down

Now when his days are gloomy and nothing goes his way
Rylan knows how to change things so he still wants to play
He takes the muscles in his face all pointing to the ground
And turns them up to make a smile so he’s nice to be around

No one makes us mad or sad, we simply choose the way
We respond when life’s battles are at bay
If we choose to see what’s right in all those who are near
We sport a smile and always have lots of reasons to cheer.