A Video Game into a Parlor Game

We showed up at our local art class and at first I was annoyed. My kids were here for art and they were making Angry Birds? Oh, how I hated the fact that this game still seeped into our lives despite my diligence not to expose my children to video games.

 

Truth was though that it already had seeped. My eldest had seen boys his age wearing T-shirts with angry looking cartoon birds on them. In primary once the teacher let my second oldest play angry birds on her cell phone.

And now here we were in art class at our local library and they were making darn angry birds.

But then, when the kids were done making them, they started playing them and boy what fun! And guess what, they were getting the thrill of a video game but they weren't playing a video game! The boys built towers and flipped their pom pom angry birds on spoons.

What a delight!

Real life games! No video needed. And finally I think they felt like they were part of a craze of their generation.

So now my mind is wandering....what other video games can we turn into parlor games?

Welcoming

 

Things are coming together, by His grace. Southern Utah has been arms open wide welcoming and we are thriving in the red desert sun.

 

 

 Enjoying lunches at Real Foods, with gallons of raw milk to drink.

 

 

 

 

We marched against Monsanto to promote awareness of the dangers of genetically modified foods.

 

 

 

 Gen 1:12 And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

 

 

Lev 19:19 Ye shall keep my statutes. Thou shalt not let thy cattle gender with a diverse kind: thou shalt not sow thy field with mingled seed:

 

The amazing Sanctus Real played a concert at the college just a week or so after we got here! What a treat! Singing, laughing, shouting His name!

 

 

 

The summer heat is falling upon us as a kiss. The breezes are still cool, our smiles are wide, are hearts are full. The sand stone cliffs and red rock faces nestle around us. We walk rooted paths with family lines that stretch back deep. We are home.