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
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Dings On My Shiny New Baby

Keegan and I survived our first week of daycare. He really seems to like it there and has adapted well. I don't find myself worrying about him all day at work. I think about him and miss him but I can still focus on other things. It has been a harder transition for me overall. The first day he came home with scratches on his head from the other kids touching him. Then by Monday he developed a bad cold.
Yesterday they called to tell me that he had been bitten by another child. That's right someone chomped on his finger and drew blood. I was shocked at first and then upset. I spoke with a nurse at his doctor's office and she gave me info on how it should be cared for. Then, because I had a chance to process everything, I called the daycare back. They were able to give me more detail on the incident and the fact that the other child's parents had been called to take him home.
Before we got into daycare, another mom told me that inevitably, "your kid is either the 'biter' or the 'bitten'." "It is better to not be the mom of the biter." So I knew it could happen and in fact most probably would at some point. I just wasn't expecting it this soon.
Despite all of this, Keegan still likes going and actually looks sad to leave with me. He is his playful self when we get home. I just have a shorter time in the day to spend with him. I try to remind myself to slow down and not worry about the unimportant stuff. That can all be done after he goes to sleep.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that I am little concerned about what he will experience next week. I feel confident that it is not the daycare's fault. It is just what happens when kids are exposed to other kids. I just wish he was able to defend himself. You know, like having the ability to walk away. Plus he is such a trusting little bug.

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