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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Remember When The Days Of The Week Meant Something?

We're here and Harper is fine. We have just had some busy days and some fussy times. He was at the doctor on Monday and his eye is still infected but we can just use the drops. We will go back in August for another probe. Not looking forward to that. But at least he is off of all the other antibiotics. And his digestive tract is getting back to normal. He turned six weeks old yesterday and once again I marvel at how quickly time flies.

I had my final postpartum checkup on Monday. I have been feeling a little rundown so I am back taking iron again. Otherwise I feel pretty good. Four more pounds until I am at my pre-pregnancy weight. Although I am told it will take a while until my stomach muscles snap back. So the clothes don't quite fit the way I would like them to. Also I gained ten pounds in the time I was trying to conceive so I would like to get rid of those by the fall. Only six more weeks of maternity leave left. And I have already stated thinking about work. I have two business trips in September after I go back. And a trip for my fake sorority reunion in October. And I would really like to do a small getaway for our two year wedding anniversary. See? I am already mentally past October and the rest of the year will fly by.

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