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The Final Disney Reveal

Ring Pops–just another way to kick off a great adventure!

I almost didn’t dare to show my punk-face at church today after leaving the Disney series without a promised resolution. God-fearing Christians can forgive a lot of things, but you’d better not start a story about your kids and not finish it or there might be words.

Sure enough, I stepped in the door with my Bible in my hand and was accosted with mean words like, “So, when are you going to post the rest of the story?”

I see how it is. It’s all love, joy, and peace until your blog post is late by a day or three.

But I have to take responsibility for causing people to stumble because I did promise to tell–no, show–what happened when my kids finally figured out where their amazing surprise was going to take them. I was going to post a video so you could see their delighted faces for yourselves.

The only trouble was, I had no idea how to do that. The video I took was too long so I couldn’t use it without editing it down. Not only that, but it turns out I have am a terrible cinematographer. Probably I didn’t need to take so many shots of the tops of my children’s heads or the ceiling of the fifth floor of the Sea-Tac parking garage.

Also, I sound funny on film.

Worse than that, I’m totally inept when it comes to technology. I don’t even have a cell phone, and I’ve never sent a text message in my life. I’m pretty sure that means I’m Amish.

So, I promised a video grand-finale to my series but had absolutely no way of making good on that promise. I was banking on the fact that my husband, who sports a really cool prepaid cell phone from Walmart and just yesterday received a text message from a very nice company offering him a great price on auto insurance, could figure it out.

I was wrong.

For some reason, his video editing software did not like my shots of the Sea-Tac parking garage ceiling any more than I did, and it refused to work with that kind of lame material. He spent a good chunk of time on Friday trying to help me out, but it could not be done.

Meanwhile, the three older kids came bursting home a little after midnight, all sun-kissed from spending four days in a state that exports all their cloud cover to Washington. They were all “Disney-this” and “Disney-that” and “Why can’t we watch Aladdin?”

Because we’re Amish, that’s why.

Saturday was a work day at our house, but in between refinishing my cabinets and hearing all about the princesses that infest the Happiest Place on Earth, I managed to do something amazingly techie. See, there’s this new thing called YouTube. I hear it’s all the rage with kids these days. You can upload and edit your own home videos for all the world to see. And that is exactly what I did.

I was able to upload my video on YouTube, even though it took nearly two hours to do it and I was half afraid something would go wrong and I’d have to start all over. But it worked! I even managed to edit it down just a bit so it’s not eternally long and you don’t have to listen to my funny voice until you start to wonder how Jeff puts up with it.

The end result was this, a video of the final moments of the mystery adventure. As I told you in the last post, I had created gift bags for the kids that I had planned to have them open on the plane. But because they still hadn’t figured out where they were going even after we pulled into the airport and I gave them Mickey shirts to wear, I had to give them the gift bags in the hopes that the final clues would help them make the connection between all these clues and Disneyland!

You can see all the things that were in the bag here.

Meanwhile, the kids started unpacking their gift bags. Somewhere between the Buzz Lightyear puzzle and the autograph books, it started to sink in.

This is what happened:

Variations on the Disney Theme

It’s Disney week here at Five in Tow! If you’ve been reading along this week, you know that Jeff’s aunt and uncle took the three older children to Disneyland for the week. We kept the trip a secret until the day they left.

Yesterday found us at the airport. The kids had just received their personalized Mickey Mouse shirts. They pulled them on over their heads, put their pixie dust necklaces on, and grinned at me because clearly, Mickey Mouse shirts and pixie dust and the airport are completely unrelated.

“So, what’s the surprise?”

I considered coming right out and saying it right there in the middle of section J-5 of short-term parking.

But I didn’t.

I had one more trick up my sleeve. Enter the Disney gift bag, otherwise known as the if-you-don’t-get-it-after-this-you-never-will gift bag.

Ta-da!

Originally, I thought the kids could open these on the plane. However, I also thought the kids could figure out they were going to Disney without the help of divine handwriting on the wall.

Alas.

Enter gift bags! I grabbed the gift bags at the dollar store and added my own interpretation of the Disney theme (see his buttons?). That didn’t go so well. When I showed Jeff the bags, he looked at me blankly and asked me what eyeballs and to do with Disney.

Artists are so misunderstood.

While at the dollar store, I got some other Disney-themed goodies. Did you know the dollar store has lots of (cheap) Disney stuff? Here are some of the things I snagged to fill their bags:

Disney puzzles in tins, perfect for the plane ride

Autograph notebooks

I was going to make autograph books for the kids, but then I saw the Aladdin-inspired notebooks for the girls and thought, “Hey, that’s one less thing I have to do.”

Sometimes, the Fairy Godmother needs to outsource.

Next, I found Wish-Upon-a Star glow sticks for the Grand Parade.

I wanted the kids to save the glow wands for the parade and not use them for a mid-night light saber fight, so I wrapped them up and included a little note:

The handwriting isn’t that neat but you’ve gotta give the Fairy Godmother a little slack because she was in serious danger of going to the ball without mascara.

Scary.

Also, the dollar store had light-up bouncy balls, which I turned into these:

These would make great party favors for a birthday party, Disney-themed or not. Simply change the wording to “I hope you had a ball!” and hand them out as the kids leave so that you don’t have to deal with a billion seizure-inducing light-up bouncy balls boinging around your kitchen while you’re trying to serve the cake.

Word to the wise.

I found Pixie Stix in the candy aisle, which was kind of a shame because I’d already made my pixie dust necklaces, but I couldn’t resist because a good two years of my childhood were fueled by Pixie Stix.

I bought them and later justified my indulgence by turning them into this:

Hey, the kids have to get home, right?

In my spare time, I also created two different kinds of “Mouse Mix” for the kids to munch on.

The first was Mickey Mouse mix, a concoction of pretzels, almonds, dark chocolate chips, dried cranberries, and coconut flakes.

I took the pretzels and put a dark chocolate chip in each “ear.” Then, I stuck them in the oven at 350 until the chocolate softened. Of course, chocolate chips are made to hold their shape so I had to dab them into the holes with a knife (because I had nothing better to do than to dab chocolate into pretzels) to make them look anything like mouse ears.

Use your imagination.

The second “Mouse mix” was just a bunch of different flavors of Jelly Belly candies in red, white, and black, the Mickey and Minnie Mouse colors.

I made a Mickey Mouse template using spice jars so I could trace and cut out Mickey Mouse labels for everything.

Using a real ribbon made everything look that much nicer and yummier. Why is it that ribbon makes things taste better?

The last thing I did was create money holders for the spending money we were sending along with the kids. Twenty dollars should be enough to buy…nothing. Disney should take a hint from the dollar store.

I used the same template I had created for the labels, traced them onto felt, and used my hot glue gun to glue the edges together, leaving a small opening for the money. I added hair bows for the Minnies and a snazzy bow-tie for MIckey that almost-completely-removed-my-fingerprints-because-I-stuck-my-fingers-into-the-hot-glue–ouch.

I wrote a poem to go with it (you knew I would).

If you can’t read it, it says:

Every story has to end,

So here’s some money for you to spend.

Buy a treasure, something neat,

Buy a memory you can keep.

Don’t forget to think of others

(Perhaps buy something for your brothers).

Ignore that glob of glue on MIckey’s bow tie. Just like my fingerprints, it’s not there.

All of those things went into the gift bag, along with a few other random things like bubble gum for the plane ride and Disney stickers. Would it be enough for the kids to figure out what was going on?

Well, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out!

I’m mean, I know. But really, I’m hoping Jeff can help me edit the video so you can see the kids’ reactions yourself, and since I’m completely inept when it comes to hot glue and video editing, I need some help. Also, this post is getting really long already and you probably have things to do, right?

Bwahahaha! Stay tuned for the final Disney reveal, coming tomorrow!

Disney Surprises

Yesterday, I told you the beginning of our Disney surprise for the three oldest children. They had already received their first clue at home and were on their way to the second, but they had no idea where they were headed.

The prevailing assumption was that we were going to a movie theater to watch a Disney film, perhaps even Peter Pan.

But then we pulled up to Nana’s house.

“Get out of the car!” I sang. I had been singing Disney songs the entire way but the kids weren’t particularly interested in my vocal acrobatics or my touching rendition of “Part of Your World.” If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were blocking me out. “Get out of the car!” I sang again.

The kids stared at me. “Get out of the car?” Faith repeated. She sounded a little worried that we might have arrived at our destination, and while Nana’s house is great, it certainly didn’t blow her mind like Daddy promised.

“Aren’t we going to be late for the movie?” Jonathan asked.

“I don’t know, but if you don’t hop out, you won’t get your next clue,” I teased.

The van emptied immediately. Children ran into Nana’s house and children squealed when they saw Nana and children read Nana the first clue and told her all about the fun they’d already had. Nana told all the children to calm down because she had to go to the bathroom.

But really, she was bringing me her suitcase to load up into the back of the van with the others. Oh, the trickery!

After the suitcase was stashed, we lined the kids up on her couch. I gave them each a wrapped package with a little note that read:

Bibbidi bobbidi boo!

There’s an adventure waiting for you!

You’ll need a bit of faith,

A lot of trust,

And don’t forget your pixie dust!

(Have you ever Googled “bibbidi bobbidi boo?” I have.)

Moving right along.

The kids opened their boxes.

Each child had a little pixie dust necklace.

“Pixie dust! Can we eat it?” asked the child who did not care about being able to fly. He’s going to regret that when Captain Hook gets ahold of him.

But, in point of fact, he could eat the pixie dust.

After looking high and low and trying all sorts of things to create little vials for pixie dust (including taking apart little light bulbs so I could use the glass containers, which totally didn’t work) I found these little plastic containers in the bead section of my local craft store. They cost $0.49 each. Score!

Plus, they came with a plastic lid that already had a hole in the top for stringing ribbon. Yeah me!

I created the pixie dust by mixing a bit of sugar with just a drop of liquid food coloring. I created several colors, then baked them in the over at 350 for 10-15 minutes, just until the sugar was no longer damp. I layered the sugar into the vials, added pretty ribbons and beads, a few stickers, and of course, Tinkerbells.

I thought this might be a dead-giveaway for the surprise, but I was wrong.

With the video camera rolling, I prodded. “So, you have pixie dust. What do you need pixie dust for?”

“Flying!”

“Yes, flying! So, where do you think you’re going?”

“Neverland!”

Face palm.

“Get in the car.”

These children would make terrible detectives

Nana hopped in the car too and we all headed off to the airport, although the kids didn’t know that. The airport is all the way through Seattle for us, and I wondered how long it would take the kids to figure it out. So far, their powers of deduction left a lot to be desired.

But, they were about to find another clue.

Kya happened to peek in the back of the van. “There are suitcases back there!” she yelled.

Rats.

“Suitcases? We are going to Beachwood!” Jonathan shouted. “I knew it! I thought of that! I thought of Beachwood!”

“Jonathan, Beachwood is in the other direction,” Nana noted.

“Then we’re going to Whistler! I knew it!”

“Whistler is in the other direction.”

“What’s south?” I hinted.

Silence.

“Nothing,” Faith said.

I’m sure she meant no offense to Oregon and California.

We zipped right past Providence Classical Christian School, where Jeff used to work, so that meant we weren’t picking up Kiri and Moira for a movie date. We zipped right past the Space Needle,

and said many laudatory things about the glories of Mt. Rainier on that particular day.

Too bad the children were not particularly interested in the view. They were languishing in the backseat. Ahahahaha….this adventure is taking forever. Weeping and gnashing of teeth and are we there yet?

I decided to send them to Argentina. So I took the exit to the airport.

“Are we getting off the freeway?” Faith asked. “Are we going to the airport?”

Perhaps…

The exit to the airport curved around and put us on another freeway for a second.

“Aw man, another freeway!”

But wait…

“It is the airport! We’re going to the airport! Are we getting Grandma?”

Never mind the fact that my house was in a crafting state of despair and there was no way I’d let Grandma come over with it looking like that no matter how much I’d like to see her, I let the kids ponder that possibility.

I zipped my little blue van-that-does-not-indicate-I’m-a-soccer-mom right under a glaring DEPARTURES sign, but no one read it.

I zipped my little blue van-that-does-not-indicate-I’m-a-soccer-mom right past the loading zones just to tease the children and not because I misread the signs that led to parking.

“Why are we at the airport? Why are we at the airport? Why are we at the airport with pixie dust and a bunch of clues about Disney?”

I don’t know, kids. Why are you?

We parked.

“Okay,” I said. “Time for another clue!” We tumbled out of the car and I opened the back of the van, which was stuffed with suit cases and three bags loaded with Disney-themed treats. I handed each of them another wrapped package and started rolling the video again because surely, surely they were going to get it now.

Wrapping paper flew into the air and each child got one of these:

Personalized reverse tie-dye Disney shirts for Kya, Faith, and Jonathan

“Huh. Mickey Mouse shirts. Thanks, Mom.”

Face palm.

“Put them on,” I commanded while pondering the fact that this generation of uneducated children has no idea that Mickey Mouse is Disney. This generation of children knows nothing of The MOUSE!

It’s a shame.

“They just don’t get it,” Nana said, shaking her head. She was taking it hard.

“So. Let’s review,” I said, holding on to the last fragment of hope that my children could put the pieces together. “What do we know about Mickey?”

“He’s a mouse?”

“He has a clubhouse?”

“He’s from Disney!” Kya came in for the save.

“Yes! Disney! So. We are at the airport with pixie dust necklaces and Mickey Mouse shirts…where do you think we’re going?”

The video was rolling, waiting to capture this precious moment for all posterity.

But.

They didn’t get it.

Face palm

It’s Disney, people! Disney!

I wanted to shout it but I didn’t. “Okay, pause,” I said, putting the video camera away. This was going to take a little more work than I thought.

Stay tuned tomorrow for another edition of, “How long will it take these kids to figure out they’re going to DISNEY?”

(Also, I’ll have a t-shirt tutorial up later this week so you can make your own reverse tie-dye mouse shirts in case you want to test your child’s deductive powers by surprising him or her with a trip to Disney).