My poor little angel had to have blood drawn from her big toe for an iron count. However, her facial expression, the tears and her body language suggest that she had her foot amputated. Notice how she even has her big toe lifted? Well this my friends and family is my little drama queen, and I couldn’t be happier. I mean if she was tough and didn’t cry, she wouldn’t need daddy to tell her that everything was going to be alright shortly after “her surgery”. 
I am happy to report that her iron count is back up after being alerted that it was low. It is not that uncommon in children especially finicky eaters much like myself. After a month of god awful tasting iron supplement she is back to normal, minus the “in her own mind” quart of blood they drained from her big toe.
She is growing fast and it is starting to scare me a little. It’s really hard to explain, but I almost don’t want her to grow up. She is a ton of fun at her age and since we are at the cusp of true communication and comprehension, it scares me to think she won’t be my little girl forever. She already has a mind of her own and her personality is a beacon of light to bask in the glow of. I wonder what she will grow up to be and wonder if she will have the artistic talents my father passed onto me. Maybe she will be an actor. She would be a shoo-in for an Oscar after the doctor’s office visit.
I do have one request for my little angel which I may have already shared once before. I would love for her to learn the piano. I have dreamed of the day that she plays my favorite Ben Fold’s songs for me. Until that day, I’ll be happy with you being my little drama queen.