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: