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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.
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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
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This Goes Out To All The Mamas

Today when we went to mom's group we did so in the maiden voyage of our new stroller. I do like it so far, having only driven it around the kitchen and then today. If you needed a good laugh, you should have seen me try to figure the whole folding up mechanism. I was just happy to have finally made a decision and purchased a stroller. I test drove more strollers than any of the cars I have ever purchased.
Keegan had another first today. He sat upright in the shopping cart. Of course he was surrounded in the luxury of his shopping cart cover (thanks, mom). Good thing there was a safety strap because he slumped over on either side. I think he was also confused about the new view and position. Several fellow shoppers commented that he looked really serious. I guess he was working his brain to figure out what happened. It probably took me just as long to put the cover in the cart as it takes to click the carrier on. Except this way I don't have to lug a giant baby with one arm.
While at the store I splurged on a nice dinner. Tom is out with 'da boys. That means I dined solo in style. My menu consisted of shrimp cocktail (with those big ole shrimp), baby greens salad with walnuts, dried cranberries and honey dijon dressing, and bourbon glazed salmon kabobs. Before you get all jealous on me it is important you know the timeline in which the meal was consumed.

5:30 - Shrimp cocktail (I knew I be feeding Keegan dinner after 6pm).
5:45-6:15 - Keegan falls alseep while drinking his bottle and then screams when I try to put him down.
6:15-6:45 - Keegan slowly consumes carrots and oat cereal. Pausing only to make burbling noises thus spraying carrot all over my shirt and linen pants. The meal ends when I realize that he has been storing the last few bites of oat cereal (most probably in cheek pouches) in order to let them drool out his lower lip and into his lap.
6:45-7:00 - Bathtime without incident. I squirt the rubber fish at him and he stares at me blankly.
7:15 - I place the lotioned pyjamaed (is that a verb?) baby in his exersaucer.
7:16-7:20 - I shovel the salad down while Keegan taunts me with intermittent whiny noises.
7:20-8:15 - I give up the idea of eating salmon before he goes down. Totally out of character he cries for no apparent reason, doesn't want to be held or placed on his own and refuses his sleepytime bottle. The only thing that soothes him is the tv remote and the telephone.
8:15 - Master Keegan retires for the evening (or does he?)
8:20 - 8:40 - I cook the salmon kabobs, feed the dogs, make formula and finally eat the main course (delicious).
9:00 - The phone beeps at me because the battery is dead. And why wouldn't it be after being on "talk" for 108 minutes?
9:15 - Keegan wakes up screaming. He falls asleep again after chugging more formula. He's down for the night (or is he?)

I swear he knows when I am either totally exhausted or flying solo. Where ever you are Tom, I hope you're having fun. And put another dollar in her g-string for me, aiight?

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