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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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Down Came The Rain

Last night when heading to brush his teeth Keegan asked to take his potty out of the box. So we took it out and assembled it and then he played with the lid for while. This morning he spent some more quality time playing with it. I figured, "Great. At least he wants anything to do with it." I conveyed this to Tom in an email today. Tonight at Tom's house Keegan asked to take the potty out of the box and Tom assembled and put it in his bathroom. When Tom went in to use the toilet himself Keegan followed and asked to use his potty. Lo and behold he sat down and peed. I know this because Tom called me immediately afterwards and I could hear Keegan in the background yelling, "I peed! I peed!" So we celebrated this together and talked about not rushing him and we'll still let him call the shots. I know my son and he will definitely be the type to make this about control if we force it. But still it is pretty cool.

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