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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
2 pounds ...continue reading

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A Breather

Part of Master Keegan's grumpiness appears to have been due to cutting three teeth simultaneously. I guess they are making up for lost time. We tried the tough love sleep in his crib thing this weekend. Friday night went okay, Sat. night was terrible and last night was a total loss. I guess we'll keep atleast trying to get him to start off in his crib. No matter how fast asleep he is, as soon as I place him in that crib he is up and shrieking.
I had some "me time" on Sat. and went for an hour long facial. It included a scalp, neck and shoulder massage. I felt so much better afterwards. I even successfully avoided buying more OPI nail polish. I have a problem with collecting colors. I paint my toes but rarely my fingernails so I just can't justify it. This one was from the Canadian collection I think it was called "Mauveing to Montreal."
On Sun. Keegan and I met Erika and Jay for lunch. Yay Vietnamese! Erika kept offereing food to Keegan but he just looked at her like she was crazy. He politely accepted the offering and then threw it on the floor. Afterwards we hung out at their house while Keegan played with plastic cups, snacked on organic honey nut o's and proved that nothing is truly baby proof.
I almost forgot, we bought Keegan his first pair of real shoes. They are adorable Str*de Rite walkers. He isn't crazy about them but I sent him to daycare today all dressed and ready to practice walking. His slippers are in his bag in case he just won't keep the shoes on. There is something about real shoes that makes him look more boy and less baby.

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