While watching the first episode of Planet Earth with David Attenborough narrating:
Me: Wow. So. Did you hear about that tiger out in California who mauled… [goes on and on about the tiger and the killing and the two injured zoo visitors.]
Jeremy: Rebecca, it’s taiga. Not tiger.
Me: Oh. [Thinking: Darn that British narrator!]

Livia and Strawberry at the U
“That the boy from the university! I know him!”
This was Liv’s observation upon seeing Buzz Lightyear in Toy Story this morning. Livia and I have been going to UNL for a few months now so that she can take part in a study on three year olds and spatial memory. One of the “games” she plays incorporates Buzz Lightyear in an attempt to make the study more fun for preschoolers. In the interest of full disclosure, Liv gets rewarded for being a lab rat and I get rewarded for hauling her in to be a lab rat. It’s been a really interesting experience–both the study and intermingling with university students. Truly, it’s a lesson in hilarity to walk hand-in-hand with an excited three year old through the throngs of tres cool 18-22 year olds. Liv almost always yells something that turns my cheeks pink.
After our last visit we ran into a man I presume was a psychology professor. He listened to Livia’s exclamations about her reward (a baby boy she promptly named Strawberry) and then thanked her for being data. Heh.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!

Jeremy brought home two fabulous-looking gifts yesterday. Clearly, this one is mine… and I’m dying to open it up. I teasingly told Jeremy I was going to use a flashlight to peek through the basket weave. He didn’t look too thrilled about that idea.
Is the DPP challenging anyone else this year? For the last week I’ve moaned and groaned about forgetting my camera all day long–and then needing to find a decent shot by late evening. One cool thing is that the DPP is definitely pushing me to be creative. Creative Butt-Kicking Photo Project. Yup, I’m sure the CBKPP will be back next year.

Happy 36th anniversary to Mom and Dad!

My second mom (aka Karen or Mom T) makes beautiful floral arrangements. Every time she delivers one, I feel like I’ve won a little lottery.