12/24/2017

12/19/2017

Happy Birthday Elizabeth Diane Baadsgaard!

Elizabeth Diane Baadsgaard
born today!
6 lbs. 12 oz. 18 3/4 inches
A little piece of heaven!

Happy Birthday Mitchell

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 

12/05/2017

Happy Birthday Matthew

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