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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Big Pimpin'

Master Keegan did well at the doctor's today. He is very proportional for a toddler she said. Which means he is exactly the same percentile for height and weight. He's long and lean, like his dad not his mom (I'm 5'3"). Still only 28 pounds and 34 inches long. But like everyone else she commented on how big his hands are. We're all hoping he growns into them like a puppy. We talked about potty training and she said most boys aren't potty trained until they are 38 months. Also it is key that he feels in control. I had asked him this morning if he would like to poop in the potty and he firmly replied, "No." So that is what I am sticking with until he asks to go. No hurry, he's only 25 months old. And honestly I have never minded diapers. I dropped him at daycare just in time to join his class and walk to the park so that will definitely make him happy.

My girl scout cookies came today. From Virginia. My oldest niece is a brownie and my brother Bret is a skilled cookie pimp. This is not new for him. I was a brownie and girl scout and when ever we lived in the US I participated in the cookie sales. Since my dad was in the Army he couldn't sell them at work for me. So I did it the old fashioned way, by foot door to door. Bret went with me since he was five years older and when it came time to deliver them he loaded up our big red wagon and we covered the neighborhood again. I should have won that year but Jenny E. did because her dad owned his company and he sold them at work. But I'm not bitter. ;) My mom was the troop leader and all of the cookies came to our house before being picked up by the individual brownies. There were literally walls of cookies in every room. Ah memories...

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