Happy Birthday Irie Samantha

It's had to believe that Irie is already 2. It seems like just the other day when we were waiting patiently at the hospital for things to happen and now 2 years old she is a rather independent, strong willed little girl. Her accomplishments for a 2 year old out weigh many of those around her. She talks a mile a minute and generally, we can understand what it is she is saying often startling us with her outbursts. On Monday, she wasn't feeling good, hadn't really eatten for a couple of days, was running a fever off and on, had some sores in her mouth, (that kind of thing) and after a trip to the doctor, Melia, Joann, Irie and myself made a lunch trip to the local Mike's Drive-in as Nana thought a milkshake might just do the trick. She took one taste and decided that wasn't what she wanted. The answer was no to the corn dog as well. No, water didn't do the trick either, but there was something about Nana's Diet Coke, that was addictive. She took a death grip on the cup and held the straw close to her lips as she drank. Melia succeeded in getting it away once, but not for long. Again with death grip, Irie continued to sip. At, one point she glanced across the table and noticed her mother's disapproving eyes on her. Suddenly, without warning, the outburst "NO mama, LEAVE ME ALONE. That was only the beginning. She continued her sipping and so Melia decided that maybe she could do a switch for a Sprite (luckily she wised up and got Root Beer, you know same color as Diet Coke). As Melia walked away from the she made the statement "You don't need the caffeine" and continued to walk away. Yes, you guessed it, Irie had to have the last word. Her response "I do need the caffeine!". Now tell me how does one not laugh at that. Oh, the joys of being the Nana. Happy birthday my darling, sweet, lovable Irie. Your Nana loves you more than you know!