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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We got back last night after having a good time visiting with the family. Keegan went skinny dipping in his wading pool in the back of his grandparents' house (I have it on video for when we meet his prom date) and was thoroughly loved and cuddled to pieces. Now my time is consumed by unpacking and trying to get Keegan back on a schedule. He is so social he doesn't want to sleep in case he misses something.
We went to mommy movies today and did our usual routine of play, bottle, sleep. I saw Garden State and I loved it. It was weird seeing a movie with swearing and drug references in a room full of babies. I need to work on my anger because I was shooting hatred darts at this other mom. She was blocking access to the whole other side of the theater with her stroller. I had to carry Keegan, stroller and all, up the steps and over the entire row of seats. My back is killing me. That karma stuck with me the whole day and I am still trying to shake it. It didn't help that she was skinny, rich and sporting a really expensive stroller and burberry visor. But my baby was way cuter than hers. See? There I go again. Breathe.

Serenity now.

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