No, Mrs. Ruttley

Last night:

Anna: You Mrs. Ruttley, I'm Anna Ruttley. Daddy's Paul.
Me: No, baby, actually I'm Dr. Ruttley.
Anna: No, mommy, you not doctuh Ruttley. You Mrs. Ruttley! Da doctuhs is yow friends!

Little beautiful Spacetoddler girl, I was up all night every night in the last throws of pregnancy with you finishing my doctoral thesis. Thanks to the comfortable home you inconveniently created in my belly, I was kept awake long enough to get it written in time to graduate before you were born.

By the way, made it through the Harry Potter midnight showing last night with TT in time to get 2 hrs of sleep before my 6am meeting this morning (fun movie!). I'm feeling fine thanks to Starbucks but keep your distance come around 8pm tonight. And I still gotta survive a piano lesson and pack.