|My daughter Aubrey and I at Monticello with grandchildren Alice and Griffin in the foreground.|
|Wig maker in Colonial Williamsburg.|
|My grandson Rylan in the stocks.|
|John Smith Statue.|
|Horse and buggy.|
|Wooden Wares at Shop.|
|Thomas Jefferson's bed.|
|Alisa Baadsgaard with Representative Gibson and her parents in the Gold Room at the State Capital.|
|My daughter Alisa Baadsgaard received the Congressional Award for her art work today|
in the Gold Room of the State Capital.
|This is Alisa Baadsgaard with Rep Gibson|
on the floor of the Utah State House of Representatives
where he is introducing her and telling the lawmakers
about the award she received for her art work.
By Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy Birthday Lily. Hope you day is filled with love.
If you eat a pickle
It will make you wiggle
And if you swallow a fly
It will make you sigh
If you do a flip
It might make you hip
If you give me a smile
I’ll walk with you a mile
If you tell me, “I love you.”
I’ll be a cow and moo.
If you do a swirl
Then your hair will curl.
If you dance a jig
You would be so big
If you count to ten
You’ll wonder where you’ve been
If you sleep so tight
Your Grandma then just might
Love you forever and a day
So Lily, what to you say?
Happy Birthday to my precious granddaughter. I’m giving you one of my favorite books. It is a children’s book so the language is simple but this story has a profound message.
This book talks about some of the ways we can like ourselves.
Sometimes we forget that we can be our own best friend.
Sometimes we forget that we are our own best company.
Sometimes we forget to take good care of ourselves.
Sometimes we forget to look in the mirror and say, “Hi, good-looking!”
Sometimes we forget to like our body just the way it is.
Sometimes we forget that when we are sad, we can cheer our self up.
Sometimes we forget that when we fall down, we can pick ourselves up.
Sometimes we forget that when we make mistakes, we can try and try again.
Sometimes we forget that no matter where we go or what we do, we will always be us.
Emma, I love having you for my granddaughter. My heart sings when you walk in my door and come to my home.
It is a joy to live close to you and watch you grow up.
I hope you always remember to like yourself.
I will always love you with all my heart and soul.
My daughter Alisa Mary Baadsgaard is an award winner in the 46th Annual Utah All-State High School Art Show.
Way to go Alisa!
Her work will be on display at the Springville Art Museum for the next few weeks.
Check out this link for more information:
|Alisa took apart an old piano and used the pieces to create|
stunning works of art. The circle at the bottom is made
from piano keys and the spiral is made from the hammers
that strike the wires to produce the sound.
|Alisa saying a few words after she received the congressional award.|
Jan. 22, 2018
Happy birthday Josh! Can you believe you are eighteen now? The time has gone so quickly. As I look back over these years, I relish the opportunity I’ve had to be there and watch you grow up. It sure has been a joy to be your grandma.
I was there when you were born. Even though the nurses told me to stay in bed because I’d just had a C-section when your aunt Alisa was born, I was determined to be there and see you born. It was one of the most amazing moments in my life . . . seeing by baby give birth to her baby. I realized how quickly life passes and how vital it is to savor every single moment. Your mother and I came home from the hospital on the same day to my house so we could heal together. April held you and I held Alisa in my king-size bed while we cared for both of you. Not very many mothers and daughters have that kind of bonding time.
I’ve been so blessed to live close to you through these years and watch you grow up. I always noticed what an intelligent and thoughtful boy you were. You always had lots of questions and were quietly observant. You and Alisa were good buddies for a few years and then your brother Matthew joined the family. The three of you had lots of adventures in our two acre back yard.
Then Caleb came to your family. You worried a lot that he only had one eye but soon discovered that he was just winking at us. In our family winking means, “I love you. You are wonderful. You can do it.” I noticed how kind and gentle you were with Caleb. You were always there for him and always made sure that he felt your love. I especially loved hearing you and Matty sing, “I am a Child of God” whenever his oxygen levels were low.
During those early years, we had lots of picnics and trips to the park in the spring and summer. Sometimes Grandpa would pull you around on sleighs with the 4-wheeler or up at the cabin in the winter. We always came over and visited each Sunday. You were always at my house for our Christmas Eve traditions. Every time there is a birthday or a holiday you and your family will come to my house or the cabin and make everything more fun because you are there.
I remember the day your elementary school called me and asked if I could come over. You had an accident and they couldn’t reach your parents. I sped over to your school and found you lying down in the nurse’s office. You were so brave.
I remember the year when you were in fifth grade and moved from Orem to Spanish Fork. I was so thrilled to have you live closer to me. I loved watching you and Alisa look out for each other while you were in the same class. It was been fun to see you go to junior high and then to high school together and be in many of the same classes and dance groups. Then there have been long walks and talks at the cabin and lots of fun vacation trips we’ve had together and rousing BYU games.
I get a kick out of watching you do your science experiments in your bedroom laboratory, in your garage or on your web-site with materials you gleaned from dumpster diving or at garage sales.
I admire the way you are a self-motivated learner. You’ve worked hard in school and the awards and honors you’ve received are well deserved. You were the first student in your high school to score a perfect 36 on the ACT on your first try. That is amazing. The other ways you have excelled have been more quiet but equally important. I’ve watched how you lead by your example with your friends and the other boys in your ward, school and neighborhood.
God has given you wonderful caring parents and loving home to grow up in. You have been nurtured and taught guiding principles that if followed with give you your greatest opportunity for ultimate peace and joy in this life.
The other determined life you have lived is about to end as you graduate from high school. This is both an exciting and scary time because as you step into adulthood you make your own choices. I have every confidence in you that you will choose wisely.
Joshua I love you with all my heart. One of the greatest blessings in my life is having you in it. You are a joy to my soul. I will always be here cheering you on and excited to see what comes next for you. I’m your greatest fan.
All my love,
Mitchell the Magnificent
By Grandma Baadsgaard
I love you Mitchie Moe
Today Mitchell is eleven
That is way more than seven
Or eight, nine or even ten
Or any other age he’s been
Mitchell is growing up you see
Into the man he is going to be
He is a fine specimen to the core
And discovering his wings to soar
Mitchell is a history buff you see
Who studies how we used to be
Point to the globe and an ancient time
He knows their tales and their clime
He is a craftsman with his pen
Writes plays about where we’ been
He is a sage of the ancient stories
Even if they are a little gory
He makes music with passion and vibe
Wants the world to know he is alive
For he knows a song is also a story
With tales of battles in all their glory
If he were alive in distant times
He would be a warrior sublime
With courage and strength to spare
Fight with him only if you dare
Give him a sword and a shield
Then sit back and watch him build
A life that is worthy of honor and respect
From all the people he has met
For Mitchell will make his place in history
For the entire world is bound to see
That he is the hero of a life well spent
Because Mitchell is really is magnificent
MATTHEW AT SIXTEEN
By Grandma Baadsgaard
I love you Matthew
A license to drive
Will help you survive
If you have to go
Somewhere . . . so
Get your 40 hours in
With your nearest kin
Then take the test
And do your best
Then leave with a smile
And drive a few miles
While mom grabs the armrest
And dad does his level best
Not to think about the cost
Insurance money that is lost
When a sixteen year old
Takes the wheel so bold
And smiles through his teeth
Mom and dad feel no relief
For it is a jungle out there
Join in the race if you dare
Even if you know the rules
You learn there are a few fools
Who insist on driving so fast
You’re sure you won’t last
Then you remember you are no pro
You better slow down so
At least you can stop in time
To keep your head from turning to slime
Mom drops to her knees as you drive away
And prays you will return home some day