Such an Angry Bird

For the past several days we have had a very good friend of ours stay with us.  He is the perfect guest - incredible cook, generous in every sense of the word, kids adore him, and most importantly, he comes with an Ipad.

Since his arrival on Sunday evening we have not seen or really heard from our children except for the occasional call out for food and beverage.  If we could feed them intravenously, they would be happier.  They are addicted to Angry Birds and it is not pretty.

The first words uttered each morning relate to Angry Birds and access to the Ipad.  Bedtime routines are thrown out the window and negotiations center around how many more turns each child gets.
Yes, I will admit that I enjoy sending birds flying through the air, but when my little guy uttered that he likes Angry Birds more than Batman, I knew we had a problem.

Our friend's visit is a gentle wake-up call/reminder that as much fun as Xbox-Ipad-Wii would be (mostly for me), the rapid disappearance of children into a technological void where they barely recognize if it is night or day leaves some very lonely parents behind.