FaKebook – Picnic Edition

A quick recap/definition of FaKebook Friday:

On FaKebook Friday I will give an example of a FaKebook vs a Real Life version of the same story, essentially mocking the way we all have a tendency to put a spin on the things we share on Facebook.

FaKebook is the version of the story that you want everyone to see or know and Real Life is the version that you don’t really share for whatever reason.

Here goes…

{FaKebook Version}

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Enjoyed some sunshine with the kids today. Went for a walk and stopped for a picnic.

{Real Life Version}

We went for a walk. Yes.


I did most of the walking.
That’s ok. I could use the exercise.

We headed out to “get some sunshine” because Brady had strep throat for the last few days and we all I had cabin fever.

I had the brilliant idea of throwing the kids in the wagon with a packed lunch!

The plan was to scoot down the road about 10 houses to get to the trail and then head to the park to play and eat lunch.

We don’t have sidewalks in our neighborhood. I guess it’s because there are so many trails. Whatever.

So we have a rule that the kids have to stay in the white section of the road… i.e. the drain part.


Well on this particular day… James decided to act like a two-year-old and didn’t want anything to do with the restrictions that were placed upon him.

He was out right refusing to stay in the “white” and kept veering to the middle of the road.

This road goes downhill, it’s curved, and James is about 18″ off the ground. A car would never see him.

So I stuck to my guns (like good moms do) and I did my best to keep him off the road.

Of course we are only about 3.5 houses down the road but I was determined.

We are not turning back.

We I need out of the house!!

I might have been determined but I was also on the verge of a full blown 30-year-old meltdown in the middle of the road.

I felt like I was herding cats. The kids were just scattering and I was quickly loosing control. (of them, of course, not myself)

Around house #6 Brady decided that his legs could not go any further and he must get in the wagon.


Uhh, ok. I reminded my self that he has been surviving on gatorade for the last 36 hours.

So he got in the wagon, now I had to carry the bag, and I was still coaxing James down the road/in the white.

James was being really defiant at this point.
(Yep, he’s a real 2-year-old.)

So I threw the stupid car in the wagon on top of Brady and MaryGrace, put the bag over my shoulder, and scooped James up in my arms.

(I have tried for weeks to put that car in the trash on trash day, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.)




So by the time we made it to the trail… This is how we looked.

I am officially a pack mule. (I will be sure to add that to my resume someday… can carry lots of crap, kids, and pull a wagon all at the same time. I am sure someone would appreciate it.)

Not exactly the lovely walk I was hoping for… but at least we were out of the house!

When we finally hit the trail James embraced his new found freedom and was off!


As you can see the trail starts out on a bit of a hill. It sorta drops you down into a meadow. Somehow our caravan made it down safely.

At the bottom of the hill there is a picnic table. Not the table I was planning to use for our blessed afternoon. But it would work and it took about 45 minutes to get there. (Should have been about 7)

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The kids didn’t seem to mind. They ate lunch and played. I was able to use the book I packed… to sit on and prevent splinters.

The boys found some dandelions to make wishes. (I won’t even confess to you what my wish was!)


The original plan was to go to the trail and head to the park. Well, we made it to the trail part of the plan. We had a picnic. (i.e. the kids had eaten enough to be put down for a nap)

It was just time to go home.

The dandelion bliss and energy surge had apparently worn off and we had to stop every 12 seconds for a rest and a drink.


I just wanted to get everyone home for a nap so I was back to being the pack mule.

(And that’s when I took this pic from the beginning of the post.)


Good thing I ate the energizing/body fueling PB&J. The lunch of champions. Super mom.

In hindsight… I am not sure what would have been more torturesome… the walk or more cabin fever?

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  1. The background in those pics is so beautiful!!! Haha! I hope you got to enjoy the view for a second!!!
    Great Friday laugh!!!