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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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Dream A Little Dream of Me

Fifteen months and 11 days ago Keegan came into our lives. At first when it came to sleeping I just did whatever worked. Because I was nursing he was in a cradle in our room and sometimes in our bed too. Around three months I transitioned him into the crib and his own room. He was never a great sleeper but atleast everyone had their own space. A few months after that he got sick, was back in bed with me and then had a hard time going back to his space. When I went back to work and he hit daycare he was sick every week. I needed sleep and he needed sleep. So I chose the lesser of two evils and he ended up in bed with me. The months passed and we came up with a routine out of necessity. Along the way we did develop a regular night routine and bedtime but never got him back in that crib. My goal then became to wait until after his ear surgery to start a plan of action. I read books, consulted with other mommies and procrastinated like a kid in college. I had a convenient excuse every week to put off implementing the plan. I know it's not Keegan's fault, it's mine. I didn't teach him how to go to bed and how to soothe himself at night. This past week became do or die week for the plan.

I selected Wednesday night for the first night of the Sleep Shuffle.

I have to tell you that night was hell. He cried and I cried. I held him on the edge of the crib and apologized for not giving him the necessary skills to sleep without distress. He stood up and wailed and held out his arms and I was dying. I got him to lay down and he cried while I rubbed his back. I sat by his crib with my arm through the slats until his breathing slowed. I knew I had to stick to my goal of not picking him up and eventually (an hour of crying total) he went to sleep. I woke around 1:30 and he wouldn't stay asleep so I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. He woke quite frequently but I was able to just talk to him and he would go back down. I got short bursts of sleep through that early morning.
Last night was a dramatic change. He went to sleep within 15 minutes with minimal crying. He woke at 2:30 and wasn't crying but called out to me. I went into his room, hugged him briefly and then lay him back down. I sat next to the crib and he watched me for about ten minutes until his eyes closed. I stayed in there reading a book and then went back to my room (45 minutes total). He didn't wake up again until we woke him this morning! I slept in my bed and he slept in his!!! I know we'll probably slide backwards a little before we get this worked out but I am so thrilled with the progress. Thank you light at the end of the tunnel. Thank you Sleep Lady. Thank you sheer stubborn will.

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