Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
2 pounds ...continue reading

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5 Weeks

Wow has our boy grown. I can't believe the difference even one week makes. Keegan is so much more alert and responsive. At mommy & me he did awesome and wasn't fussy. We do push ups with the babies under us and then give them a kiss when we lower ourselves. Usually he freaks out when he is stuck on his back. But today he stared at the overhead lights. Then he fell asleep when we were doing our squats. There are two new babies in class including a little girl who is one week older. I like to look at the other babies for cues on how Keegan will develop over time.
I had this great idea to make some money from home. I should write a book. I will call it, "The One-Handed Cookbook: Recipes For New Moms." Trust me people I am pro at it. Keegan loves to be toted around and has a sixth sense for when I am preparing lunch or dinner. I am going to end up with bulging biceps and a hunchback.
Keegan continues to eat like a champ. On Saturday he was hungry every hour. I fed him twelve times that day and that didn't leave time for much else. He also feeds alot in the evening but if that buys me a longer period of sleep at night, I am all for it. I just fed him a little while ago. He was all done and sleepy so I set him on the bed for a minute. That is when he pulled an "Exorcist." Full on projectile spitup through his nose and mouth not once, but twice. Didn't bother him in the least. My comforter is soaked through. Tom says it won't fit in our washing machine. I got the lid to close, so that counts right?

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