Need I say more?

I worked on my final exam for my statistical utility class today with my three year old leaning in on my lap while she watched Mary Poppins three times over. She never got out of her jammies.

Sometimes I wish I were three. ;-)

The good news is that the exam wasn't so bad. I had all the info at my fingertips, I just needed to HAVE my fingertips available to be able to finish it.

Also finished today is the rough rough rough draft of my paper due on Monday. By Monday it needs to just be rough... I think I can pull that off no problem.

This woman could make me want to be a "bird nerd" as she put it. Her pictures are brilliant.

Last night I had a dream that I was studying the happiness of 5 year olds at a birthday party. I had a sample size of 27, no power analysis, so no sense if that was big enough - so palpitations already... I had no well established tool for which to measure said happiness, so planned to use a visual analog scale, yuck. More palpitations... Then I ran a logarithmic regression that seemed off, so I ran the presence of a magician as a mediator variable, and ta-daaaaaaaaa... I had an interaction.

So my findings in my nighttime subconcious were that being at a birthday party did predict happiness in five year olds, but that that happiness was dependent on the presence of a magician.

Can you guess what I did on Thursday and Friday? (hint, one day involved log reg and mediator variables, and one day involved kids at a birthday party)

Amazingly, I DIDN'T dream about the articles on kangaroo care in newborns that I've been reading.

ETA: The real irony is that logarithmic regression was the wrong test to use if I actually had a visual analog scale - it would have been correct if I'd had only a yes/no outcome.

**sigh**

Phoebe's brain doesn't really seem to turn on until Tuesdays. She fought like the dickens to get anything done yesterday, and futzed, and seemed incapable of basic math equations, that she'd been doing quite well at on Friday, and continued to be "quizzed" intermittently on over the weekend. Today, she's capable again.

I don't know if it's that Chloe's home on Mondays, or if it's too soon after the weekend... but OY!

Today, however, she's positively dreamy.

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