Comfort in a Cup

I seem to remember the most random parts + pieces of conversations & life.

For example,  the first time I saw my daughter I just remember blurting out, "Is her head always going to be shaped like that?"

 Or even the first time I saw my son I recall the first thing out of my mouth being, "He looks pissed."  Granted I was high on drugs from the emergency c section, but lets face it,  Im not the most romantic gal on the block.   My brain is totally random, Im not very clever with words, and I struggle often with the right thing to say.  And I cant remember shit. 

Maybe that's just motherhood?  Or maybe its just me...or ADD?  Im not sure, but its how my brain works.

Another example would be about 7 years ago in high school when I first met my best friend.  I don't remember much of our first conversations, but I do remember her telling me about her mom giving her hot jello to soothe her sore throat when she was a kid.

So you guessed it, as soon as one of my kids complain of a sore throat all I can think about is hot jello.

And that was no exception this morning with my little Marleigh woke of full of complaints instead of her usual chipper self.

The key I have found to this trick though is adding a heaping scoop of natural, local, the GOOD stuff, kind of honey.  Honey has so many healing powers and its just the ticket for a sore throat (as long as the sore throat is caused by a cold and not a virus).  Our lovely neighbors just happen to be bee farmers so its like a never, ending supply of the freshest stuff we can get just a hop, skip, and away.

When I get a sore throat I down apple cider vinegar, honey, lemon and hot water.  Theres no way my kids will drink that so the ticket for them would be....yep, you guessed it,  hot jello.

So as you can imagine she downed the drink and is now running around happy as a clam.  Her throat magically feels better and she is good to go.  I will make her gargle salt water for safe measures in just a bit, but for now this works.  And it works wonders if you have picky kids that wouldn't dare swallow a spoonful of honey.