Speaking in Salt Lake City

These beautiful women provided the music at our gathering. I wish I could take them everywhere I speak.
I had the most wonderful experience speaking at a Stake Relief Society Meeting a few days ago.
I don't know when I've been more fed by the souls of the amazing women in that group.
I felt their love, acceptance and their great value in the eyes of God. Thank you for inviting me.


Letter to my Granddaughter for her Baptism Day

Dear Libby,

I’m so excited that you are turning eight years old this year because that means that you are old enough to choose to be baptized. I’m so happy you have made that choice.
I remember when I was baptized. I was baptized on my eight-year-old birthday on a Saturday night in a little white church across the street from my house in Union, Utah. My congregation had all the children being baptized sit on small wooden chairs and talked to us for a while. I don’t remember what they said, but I do remember what I felt.
I felt excited and a little scared before I was baptized. When I was baptized, the water was warm and I felt clean. After I was baptized and put my dry clothes back on, I walked out of the church into the cold January winter air. I remember looking up and seeing lacy white flakes of snow falling all around me. Even though it was cold outside, I felt warm inside. I knew God loved me and was pleased I wanted to come home to heaven someday.
I also knew that Jesus was my best friend and that if I tried to live like Him that I would be happy. When I was your age, they waited until Sunday to confirm me at church and give me the gift of the Holy Ghost. I felt protected when the men with the priesthood made a circle around me and put their hands on my head as my father confirmed me.
What I didn't know was that the man I was going to marry someday was being baptized on the very same day, January 6th (my birthday) in a little town called Spanish Fork, Utah. He was a little scared and excited too. Because we both wanted to be like Jesus, we found each other many years later. We recognized that we had the same dreams and plans for life.
           When he got back from him mission to Samoa, we were married in the SLC temple and made special promises to God. We were sealed for time and eternity. Pretty soon your dad was born. Then he grew up and married your mommy in the temple and then pretty soon, you were born.
Being baptized was the beginning of everything wonderful in my life. Being baptized is such a special time because we are able to participate in our first saving ordinance and make our Heavenly Father our first official promise. You are a daughter of God, Libby, and your Heavenly parents love you very much. They want you to be happy so they have made a plan of happiness for you to follow so you can return to them someday. 
Up until now, you have been a child who is learning, growing and maturing. You have made some mistakes; everybody makes mistakes. That is how we learn and grow. Now that you are eight, God thinks you are wise enough to know the difference between right and wrong choices. Heavenly Father knows that some of the choices we make will not be wise. Because He loves us, He wants us to know how to change so we will not be trapped by our mistakes and bad choices. So He invites us to make a promise to Him and then He makes a promise right back to us. When we make a special promise to God and He makes one right back to us, it is called a covenant. Heavenly Father never breaks a promise.
The promise you make to God is that you will remember Jesus, follow Him and keep His commandments. Heavenly Father promises you that He will forgive you if you make a mistake or do something that you know is wrong if you feel sorry and repent. He also promises you eternal life. He also gives you the gift of the Holy Ghost to help, guide, protect, warn and comfort you.

When you choose to be baptized you tell Heavenly Father that:

*You want to be a follower of Jesus Christ

*You will serve your fellowmen

*You will stand as a witness of God all the time

*You will obey the commandments of God

          God promises you that:

  *You are accepted as a member of Christ’s church

   *You can be forgiven of your sin if you repent

   *You can have the gift of the Holy Ghost

   *You can live in the kingdom of God

          Everybody makes mistakes after they are baptized so Heavenly Father gave us the sacrament every week on Sunday. That is when we remember the covenant we made when we were baptized. We think about our week and decide how to be better during the coming week. We think about our Savior Jesus Christ and how He atoned for all our sins, pains, disappointment and grief. We also think about Christ’s resurrection and that we can be resurrected too someday.
I hope you will write about how you feel in your journal when you are baptized. Never forget that you are a child of God and that you can inherit the eternal life God has planned for you. And never forget that your grandma loves you with all her heart.
Love,  Grandma Baadsgaard.   


Grandmother's Poem for her Granddaughter

Love Poem to my Granddaughter
Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy Birthday Rachel. I love you so.

You begin here
Breathe in, breathe out

New dwelling place
Euphoric surprise
From darkness, into light

I end here
With me in you

Mortal relic

Where you are
There I am

I will go on
In you

Too soon parting

Matchless mystery


All will be well
With me and Thee

Breathe In, breathe out
Awake, asleep



Birthday Poem for a Two-Year-Old

Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy 2nd birthday my sweet little grandson.

With a head full of curls and two hazel eyes

He swings and jumps and explores and slides.

There are messes to make

And toys to shake,

Swings to glide,

Sunlight to ride,

Blankets to hug.

And brothers to bug.

He is quick on his feet

Dancing to the beat.

He likes candy and cake

And mud-pies to bake.

He likes to explore

So give him some more.

This boy is the best

I have to confess

He makes me smile

For more than a mile.


John Baadsgaard- The MMHS Senior Most Likely to Change the World

My son John was chosen from Maple Mountain High School as the Senior Most Likely To Change the World and he was featured in the Utah Valley Magazine. To read the article click on this site here:


John Baadsgard 

School: Maple Mountain High School
Parents: Ross & Janene Baadsgard
In addition to being an academic powerhouse, John Baadsgard participates in extracurricular activities including the school newspaper, literary magazine and Maple Mountain’s Science Olympiad Team. He is also a gifted musician who sings in multiple school choirs, teaches piano and acts in school plays. Somehow, he still finds time for service — from peer mentoring to planning birthday parties for residents at the local rest home. His love of service will continue with an LDS mission to Copenhagen, Denmark, immediately after high school.
Assistant principal Dave Knudsen says, “John excels in academics, has many friends and serves those around him. He always pushes himself to be the best at all he does.”
Favorite school subjects? Music, science and mathematics.
Favorite quote? Live to bless, not to impress.
What trials have you overcome? Despite a serious injury to my right hand, I have excelled in piano and become the Instrumental Music Sterling Scholar from my high school.
Biggest blessings? My huge and amazing family (10 children).
Favorite local places to eat? Two Jack’s Pizza, Sizzler or Golden Corral.
Most influential teacher? My piano students. They often teach me more than I teach them.
Most common phrase? Practice makes progress.
Plans after high school? After my LDS mission I want to major in neuroscience at BYU and go on to obtain a graduate degree.
How will you change the world? While I do hope to invent medical technology that allows for a better quality of life, I believe I will make the biggest difference by helping one person at a time. If I can help one person see the world in a more positive way, I have changed the world.


Family Friendly Places To Go In Utah

We had fun visiting the Living Planet Aquarium tonight in Draper Utah.
This was a great family friendly place to visit.
My favorites were: star fish, jelly fish and the sea horses.
The shark tank was also awesome.

MOTHER/DAUGHTER visits at the Payson Temple

All the young women ages 12-18 in our local church unit were invited to visit the bride's room and sealing room
at the Payson Temple with their mothers on Sunday.
When we are sealed in the temple, our marriage does not end at death but lasts for eternity.
This is my daughter Alisa and I at the Payson Temple


Birthday Story for a Seven-Year-Old

Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy 7th birthday Logan. I love you so.
Logan packed his hand-held pick, screen board, and goggles into his back pack and put on some sunscreen. He tugged his sun hat over his head and climbed in the front seat of the truck. Today was Logan’s day alone with his dad.
            “Today I will find treasure,” Logan said to his father.
As Logan’s father backed from the driveway and headed toward Topaz Mountain, Logan put on his sun glasses and made sure his gloves were in his pockets. He stared out the window of the truck as they left town and headed toward the desert. Two hours passed as they drove down the long grey highway. Logan watched as all the green plants and farmer’s fields turned to brown sagebrush and tumble weeds.
Then all of a sudden, Logan saw a huge imposing white and grey mountain ahead.
“Is that it?” Logan asked.
His father nodded as he took the turn off and dove down a long washboard dirt road that led to the base of the mountain. When he stopped the truck, Logan jumped out and ran toward a rocky outgrowth. The sunlight caught thousands of tiny crystals embedded in the rock.
As soon as Logan reached the place in the rock where he saw the sparkle, his shadow hid the sun and the glistening stones disappeared.
“Now I can’t find any,” Logan said.
“Sometimes if you want to find treasure, you have to think like a piece of topaz,” his father said. “If you were a crystal, where would you hide?”
Logan looked carefully and slowly around him. He noticed the sand at his feet. He thought about rain storms and water running off the mountains after a storm.
“If I were a piece of topaz, I’d hide in the sand at the bottom of a washout,” Logan said.
He took off his glove, knelt down and brushed his hand over the soft sand. Instantly a piece of topaz popped up.
“I found one,” Logan yelled as he carefully placed the stone in his pocket.
Next Logan took his square screen board from his back pack, filled it with sand and shook it. When all the sand fell through the screen holes, two small topaz crystals remained. He placed these two small stones in his other pocket.  Next he looked up at the cliff face and spied another glint of light. Right at the top of the bluff he saw a large crystal embedded in the rock. He climbed up the rock face, took out his chisel and hammered into the rock.
After a long time of chiseling, Logan couldn’t remove the crystal.
“It won’t come out,” Logan said.  
“Maybe this one wants to stay in the mountain,” his father said. “Sometimes the most beautiful creations are meant to stay where they are.”
Driving home in the truck that evening, Logan watched the sun setting behind Topaz Mountain and sighed.
“I wish this day could last forever,” Logan said.
Then he slid over next to his father.
“I found my treasure,” Logan said just before he fell asleep.
“Logan - you are my treasure,” his father whispered as Logan’s head snuggled into the soft fold of his arm.


Interior Photos of Payson Temple Interior Released

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints 
has just released photos of the new Payson Temple Interior
You can see more photos by clicking on this link:
(Photo: Copyright 2015 by Intellectual Reserve, Inc. All rights reserved.)

Read more at http://www.ksl.com/?nid=1164&sid=34330414#kK0v0OAfJg3RSCHF.99


John's Prom Pictures 2015


Easter at the Baadsgaard House

Why I'm so glad we have a back acre.
Lots of ditches and spring grass to hide the eggs in
treaure found
family time
always a smile
sunlit angels
mother/daughter time
Father and son egg hunting
Cousin swapping time


Maple Mountain Science Olympiad Team Takes State!

My son John is part of a team where they compete on a regional and state level in 27 different science categories. This past weekend, his Science Olympiad Team from Maple Mountain High School took first place at state finals. Now they are on to a national competition in Nebraska. Way to go John.


Birthday Story for a Five-Year-Old

Grandma Baadsgaard
Happy 5th birthday Andrew.
I love your smiles and hugs and I love you.

            Andrew jumped into his sandbox.
If I dig, what I will find?
Deeper and deeper Andrew shoveled. Soon a big hole appeared. Andrew reached into the hole and pulled out a handful of mud. Andrew squeezed the wet dirt through his fingers.
Chocolate frosting.
When Andrew took a lick of mud, it didn’t taste like frosting.
Andrew grabbed the back yard hose and turned on the water. Then he filled his hole with water. He reached inside and scooped the mud into a big pile.
Andrew made a bowl and a cup with his hands and grabbed handfuls of grass to put inside for dinner.  Then Andrew saw a swallow swooping down next to his mud hole. The bird took a small piece of mud and carried it the highest eve on Andrew house. Andrew noticed the cup-shaped nest clinging to the side of his house and remembered the baby birds that hatched there last spring.
Mud house.
Then Andrew built his own mud house in his sandbox with houses, roads and bridges. When he was finished Andrew saw his father working in the backyard garden planting seeds. Andrew watched his father bending low placing seeds one by one in a long row.
“Soon we’ll have tomatoes, beets, peppers and corn,” his father said.
Andrew planted pebbles in the sand box.
Rock trees.
Then Andrew’s friends Benson and Grant came to play.
Can I have some mud?” Benson asked.
“No, this is my dirt,” Andrew said.
Andrew’s father walked over to the sandbox.
“Maybe there is not enough gold in the world for everyone,” Andrew’s father said, “but there is always enough earth.”
Soon Andrew and his friends were covered with dirt. When Andrew’s friends went home to take a bath, Andrew’s father sprawled on the grass and looked up at sky.
“I like the way the newly plowed earth smells,” Andrew’s father said.
Andrew snuggled next to his father on the grass.
“If you have a pile of dirt to call your own, you have the world,” Andrew father said. “Just think; we live on a giant ball of earth spinning around the sun.”
“Will we fall off?” Andrew asked.
“No,” his father answered. “The earth never shakes us off. God planted us on the earth to grow our souls.”
Then Andrew’s father gave him the biggest hug of the world.


Birthday Story for an 11-year-old

Granny B
Happy 11th Birthday Sammy.
Your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you so, so much.

            When Sam woke up, it seemed like a normal day. He did not know that this day would prove to be extraordinary. When Sam walked into the kitchen for breakfast he felt the warm sunlight streaming through the window.  He felt like singing and soaring at the same time. When he opened his mouth, a full orchestra rendition of Morning by Edward Grieg came streaming from his lips as if an entire orchestra resided inside his body. Sam was so startled that he shut his mouth.
            “Sam,” his mother said surprised. “That music is beautiful. Do you have an iPhone in your back pocket?”
            Sam tried to answer his mother but when he opened his mouth the music from Morning continued to fill the warm air of their sunny kitchen. Sam liked this piece of music so well he opened his mouth for a long time while his brothers and sister checked his back pockets. When they were convinced that Sam was not tricking them, they scratched their heads, sat down, munched on corn flakes and listened. Sam was so moved that he walked quietly outside and watched the sunrise accompanied by this gentle lyrical score.
When the music stopped, Sam walked back into the house, got dressed and then went into the kitchen and tried to eat his breakfast. In between bites of corn flakes, Sam heard Jupiter- Bringer of Jollity, from “The Planets” by Gustav Holst blaring through his teeth. At first his mother and siblings stared at him. Sam liked the song so well he ate with his mouth wide open so he wouldn’t miss a note.
“That song makes me feel like I can conquer another day of home school with all you kids,” his mother declared.
Sam’s baby brother Gideon danced up and down dripping milk down his shirt. His brother Liam and Logan marched around the table.
Sam spent the rest of his day reading “Treasure Island” by Robert Lewis Stevenson and listening to programs on string theory and quantum physics on the computer. When he needed a break, he reclined in his chair and opened his mouth. The Pastoral Symphony by Ludwig Van Beethoven came out his mouth and offered a rather nice respite.
Later in the day when his brother poked him, looking for a tussle, Sam opened his mouth and tried to yell but instead the aria La Boheme by Puccini came out his mouth and drifted into the room with such power and beauty that neither brother felt like poking each other anymore.
That afternoon Sam found a quiet corner in his back yard behind the shed where he could be alone and think.
I hope this day lasts forever, Sam thought.
Sam felt the wind and the warmth from the late afternoon sun. Then he heard something so faint and quiet that he almost wasn’t sure if it was a voice or a feeling deep inside him.
            “Find your own melody,” the wind whispered as it encircled his body.
            “Don’t let anyone silence you,” a tiny sparrow chirped as it hopped up on his shoulder.
            Then a caterpillar slowly climbed onto the sleeve of his shirt, slithered up to his neck and rested on the top of Sam’s ear.
            “You are authentic,” the fuzzy black and orange creature whispered in his ear.
            Sam opened his arms trying to soak the whole wide wonderful world inside him. Then he opened his mouth and listened to Un Sosprio by Franz Liszt.
            Sam quietly listened until the evening came. Then he walked back into his home. He wrote down his question on a note pad and handed it to his mother.
            “What does authentic mean?” his mother read on the note pad. She looked at her son and smiled.
“Authentic means you are real – that you find you own melody,” Sam’s mother answered.
            When Sam was in his bed that night he pulled up his covers, looked out the window at the moon, opened his mouth and listened to, Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.
            Sam never forgot his extraordinary day. Even though songs didn't spontaneously flow from his mouth after that day, they were still deep inside him - and there was something more extraordinary.
Now every single day when he opens his heart - he finds his own melody and the will to sing his own song.