Could it be?

So much for my, "There's always Friday" idea.   Um, no.

The rest of the week looked pretty much like this:

And this:

This:

Aaaaand this:

Just as we were feeling like all hope was lost and that we'd be stuck in our pajamas with the stomach flu forever, tonight Dylan sat at the kitchen table with a regular shirt on, and ate half of a cereal bar and a piece of banana.

He also gave me one of these:

Oh, how I missed that smile! 

Cass isn't there quite yet, but Dylan's got a few days on her. Hey, at least tonight she was upright for a little while...

We may just make it through this thing after all...