So Hope gave Nana a little gift.
She spent Wednesday with all her little cousins. They played and slobbered all over each other.
One of them had a stomach virus - or the plague, it's hard to tell.
I spent Friday morning with Hope.
Remember the walker that wouldn't walk? Well look ...
... we have feet down.
She doesn't totally get it yet and kinda rolls around in a circle, but she enjoys it.
Then it was "up" time and we read books and played with purple elephants. All the while Hope was kissing me and rubbing her sweet drool covered hands all over my face.
By Saturday afternoon I felt like I was possessed by a demon, a very angry demon.
Hope was only sick for a few hours. The adults who got this seem to be having a harder time with it. So far it appears that it's been passed on to a least a dozen people.
At least I lose a few pounds.