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Time Card Family Home Evening

Every Monday, we hold Family Home Evening.  We sing, pray, play, and talk.  Yesterday, John talked a bit about the idea of time cards in a work setting.  Every day, he needs to account for his time and report on which projects he's been working.  Then we introduced the idea of a kid time card, with task completions tied to allowance.  We even threw in a bonus for having all tasks done in a day. 



You can find a generic example of the time card here.  This is what it looks like (without the date or specific tasks): 


This wee-bit-of-a-control-freak mom hopes that this will help me give up my nagging ways, while simultaneously encouraging some responsibility.


After we talked about time cards and responsibility, we played a couple of games of Quelf:


It's a (sometimes thankfully) relatively short, silly game.  The goal is to get to be the first player to reach the end of the multi-colored path.  Each color represents a different type of card.  Some cards require you to follow different rules.  (For example, last night I had to sit with one hand touching the floor at all times when it wasn't my turn to play.)  Other cards have you act something out, or answer a trivial question.  It's quite fun, and if you can't do what the card says to do, you can always just take the penalty (which is moving back a space or two or three).  Sometimes you are supposed to perform a task without laughing or smiling, which for me means taking the penalty.  Anyway, I'd give it two thumbs up, if I could take my hand off the floor. 


Thankful thought:  Thanks for family home evenings, where we can be serious and silly all in the same night. 

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  1. We have Quelf, too. One game I had to talk like Darth Vader and snort when I talked, at the same time. Very funny game.

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