May Day Baskets
The Best Forgotten Tradition
With April coming near an end, my kiddos and I get to take part in one of our favorite annual traditions: May Day Baskets! Every year we decorate our inexpensive styrofoam cups with dollar store brushes and craft paints. We turn them into small works of art, complete with pipe cleaner handles and little candies inside with a note attached, "XOXO, Them Sargent Boys."
It is such an exciting holiday for all of us and the decorating isn't even the best part!
After we've made our baskets, we not-so-patiently await the arrival of May 1st. This is the day the real fun begins. After the boys get home from school we get to deliver our baskets to neighbors, family and friends. These deliveries aren't your typical , polite greeting though.
As tradition that dates back to the late 19th and early 20th century goes, you leave your baskets on the doorstep of a loved one, ring the doorbell and quickly run away before it's recipient can catch you (The boys and I love to hide, wait and see their reactions). However, you must be careful. If they happen to find you and catch you, they are supposed to plant a big wet kiss on your cheek!
The woman in the photos above is my Grandma B, their great-grandma. She is the one who taught me this tradition as a child. There were an awful lot of us grandkids and only one Grandma B, so some years we would ride with and deliver baskets, other years we were the ones receiving the baskets and trying to catch our cousins. It made an otherwise boring holiday something that we all looked forward to every Spring.
This day is filled with so much excitement and joy, yet every year my heart breaks just a little bit while we are making our deliveries. Since I began this tradition with my children, I have never once seen another child out dropping off goodies and ringing doorbells. I tried to tell myself we were just not noticing them, but upon our deliveries we notice that very few that know of the tradition, try to chase the kids or what to do if you actually catch them (Except good ol' Grandma B. She get's them every year. Although, I'm starting to think they let her. LOL)
This year, I ask you all to give it a try. Even if you only go to one home. Even if you don't have a basket (we used to used paper back-in-the-day). Even if your kiddos use a napkin, filled with an old piece of hard candy you find in the junk drawer and run it over to your neighbors house. Just DO IT!
Tell your friends with kids, Share this blog post and hopefully, I'll see you out there on May 1st. But if not, and someone rings your doorbell, I hope you run as fast as you can to plant a sloppy kiss on that kiddos cheek.
Wishing you all the happiest May Day!
Summer 2019 Agenda: Work hard, play harder.
My kiddos are still at the age that they WANT to play with me. I know it won't last. It breaks my heart thinking about the day they no longer want my attention.
So this Summer we will play outside every chance we get. We will go on make-believe adventures, we will play in the rain and jump in every single puddle we come across. We will get dirty, stain our clothes and not care. After the sun goes down and we've caught a jar full of fireflies, we will roast marshmallows at the campfire, dance to the radio and come inside when we can't take the mosquitoes anymore. We will stay up way too late, eat junk food and rent movies and have family sleepovers in the living room. We will wake up, and do it all over again.
This Summer is for the kids. They're only little once.
So, let's let them be little.
A Year Gone by, in the Blink of an Eye.
It's been an entire 12 months since Maddox, the littlest Sargent Boy, joined the family (And by little, I am only speaking of his age. This dude is 99% for height & weight. At nearly 34 pounds he is less than 10 pounds away from his 5 year old brother, Matthew!)
Somehow, even with little-to-no sleep in the past year time has still managed to fly by. This boy loves hard and is loved hard in return. I thank God for how seamlessly he seemed to fit into all 4 of our lives. There was no adjustment period for his big brothers. They loved him before he was even a thought in my mind. Mason, our oldest, had asked to write to the stork for a new baby with mad ninja skills. A few months later, the stork delivered and I was pregnant. It's funny how life works sometimes.
From the very beginning and still to this very day, his big brother's have an obsession with him. I was fearful of the day that they would resent him, be annoyed with his crying or the amount of my attention he required. I made it my mission that our Summertime activities would still be as full throttle as they always are, no matter how difficult it was for me. With him being a March baby, I had a month or so to recoup but then it was game on. Our Summer bucket list of things to do and places to go was long. I didn't want them to remember this year we spent at home, being bored because of new brother.
It was hard. It was exhausting. And it was absolutely 1000% worth it.
We swam like fish, traveled to new parks, went on vacation, had play dates with friends, sold lemonade and spent nearly the entire Summer outdoors. Thankfully, he became good at napping in random places. It was wonderful. It also, came with it's fair share of headaches for me. Maddox hated car rides, couldn't be in the sun (not old enough to wear sunscreen), lost his breathe with the slightest breeze, and not to mention breastfeeding. I had bottle fed the older two so this was a whole new world for me. Public breastfeeding filled me with so much anxiety. I pushed through it, did it anyway, and focused on the joy our adventures were bringing all of us.
This wild, big-smiled, loving child has completed our family. We are blessed. We are thankful. And we are SO excited for Summer 2019 and all of the adventures yet to come.