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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Do You Hear What I Hear?

Keegan has an ear infection.
What's that? You are experiencing deja vu?
That's because this is the 8th time!!!
The really frustrating part is that I had him at the pediatrician on Thurs. for his regular well baby checkup. By the next afternoon he was running a fever. I did my usual Friday thing, retrieving him from daycare and going to the doctor. Of course they only had a wishy washy explanation for how he developed an ear infection in less than twenty-four hours. The good thing is that at this rate he'll be on antibiotics until the day before his appointment with the ENT. I never thought I'd be so eager to discuss surgery on my son.
I am so sick of him being sick. I am sick of the cranky baby who clings to me for the first couple of days of the infection. I thought I'd given up eating with one hand after the infant stage. I am sick of the liquid poop that results from the ever changing array of medicines used to combat the infections. I am sure his teachers are tired of changing his clothes three times a day because of leaks. I am so sad for my little guy who gives up food and sleeping well each time the infection invades again. Out of his total 12 1/2 months of life he has been sick for 3 1/2 of them. Yet he continues to be a lovey, smiley, hug machine when he is on the tail end of the round of antibiotics. He still has hope while I am literally counting the days until the next time.
He did manage to feel well enough on Sat. to go to playgroup. He was a little fussy at first but then he got into there and duked it out for toys with the rest of his friends. Keegan is nothing if not stubborn. He got that quality from both parents.

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