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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8 Weeks

How is it possible that it has been 8 weeks? It seems longer and shorter all at the same time. Keegan sleeps atleast one long stretch (4-5 hours) at night and then some shorter ones. I am still running a little slow but it has gotten better. This week's entertainment is to lay in his bouncer and wave his arms and legs. He gurgles and coos with the occasional shreek. I crack up just watching him. For several days in a row last week he was eating every hour. As you can imagine not alot of anything else was accomplished around here.
The striking thing about being a parent is I am no longer just me but a "we." Yes this happened when I marrried Tom but to a lesser extent. And I am sure it changes as children grow up. But for now Keegan and I are a team. He sets the schedule and I am along for the ride. Major adjustment for me who leans on the control freak side of things. The key is letting go because it is not that big of a deal. This is easier when it is just me. I still feel like I am inconveniencing other people and that they won't want to do stuff with me because it is a pain. Then I have to remind myself not to sell them short. They are my friends for a reason right?
Certain things really effect me now too. Like idiot drivers piss me off even more. I take it as a personal attack. Don't they know I am carrying a priceless work of art in here? And could there be more shaken or abused baby stories on the news? I had trouble dealing with child abuse when I worked with the foster care system. Now it is even harder for me to fathom and I often find myself crying at the reports. How do you grow and nuture something and then hurt it?
Being a mom hasn't changed me fundamentally as a person. All those feelings have always been inside and a part of my personality. They are magnified now and more significant to me. Loving, funny, resourceful, flexible and fiercely protective. I have only known Master Keegan for 8 weeks. It is hardly a blink. I can not wait to learn more of who he is and how he'll shape his world.

PS Today at mommy & me the instructor said that Keegan is starting to look like me. Yay!

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