Note to Self: When one member of household is diagnosed with pneumonia, put entire household on antibiotics. Or else knock-off all kissy-kissy stuff. Pronto.

Note to Katelynn: I know you try very hard to be just like your big sister Emma. But really, catching her pneumonia? Stop being a copycat.

Note to Emma: When I told you to share with your little sister, I meant your Oreos, not your lung cookies. Gosh.

Note to Unknown Drug Manufacturer: Thankyouthankyouthankyou for inventing ibuprofen, which takes my three-year-old’s temperature from 102.5 to 99.0 in thirty minutes flat. Really. Thanks.

Note to Higher Power: We both know I did something to deserve this. Wanna let me in on the joke?

That is all.

Last week on Sunday, Emma woke me from a sound sleep at 8:12 a.m. to tell me her throat hurt. I wasn’t too concerned since the kid sleeps with her mouth gaping wide open and I could see where all that air blowing in and out of her mouth all night long could tend to dry out her mucous membranes and cause a sore throat. But I went ahead and gave the insides of her mouth an obligatory look. The coast seemed clear. No swelling, no redness, no problem.

I did, however, note a slightly unusual amount of heat radiating from her forehead so I got out the thermometer. One-hundred-one-point-five. Alrighty, we had a little fever going on. I gave her a swig of children’s Motrin and an hour later we were back to good.

Keep reading . . .

Working on: Indie Emporium website, 36 goals for my 36th year, a new blog design

Crafting: hand-embroidered pillows and wall hangings for youngest daughters’ beds

Reading: Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

Watching: Big Brother 8

Drinking: Zima Citrus

Dreaming of: a vacation to Cozumel with Rob (read: and no kids)