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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
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

We had a great weekend, lots of organizing. Yes, I considering organizing great. Keegan and I finally got to paint some of the many projects he has made at the H*me Depot kids workshops the past few months. Which included me figuring out how to paint a dragon on his flower box. In case you haven't been taking notes, I am not artistically inclined. I can decorate a house like a fiend but not create anything from scratch. But moms find a way. We also got into a discussions about Indians (from India) and Native American Indians and then somehow I find myself in the middle of a pow wow where Keegan wants me to dance while he pounds the bongos. In public, as in our driveway, while our neighbors have a big party in theirs. Not without some liquid courage kid. But I did do a short rendition and then made him dance around a like lunatic. Because 4 year olds can pull it off. Jeff smoked a lovely rack of ribs Sunday and we made way too much cornbread and baked beans and corn on the cob for two people. He wanted a spread and he got one. We had marinated steak tips from the specialty butcher store the day before. We had had enough of meat by Monday. Although I am sure his cubicle smelled heavenly during lunch that day.
The rest of the week I spent being punished for the slow economy and bad lending environment that I did not create. I would hate to think where I'd be if I didn't have such good credit. And the other big task is trying to find childcare for Harper. I have been looking for months but apparently should have started before he was born. I am on ten waiting lists for the few places here that take infants. And I hit up everyone I knew to see if they knew people who keep kids at home. All along I kept waiting to win the lottery so I wouldn't have to go back to work at all. Yup, I said it. I wish I could be a SAHM for at least a few more months. Never thought I would say it but I love being with this baby and doing household stuff and running errands and making dinner. But staying home longer is not an option considering I have already been without pay for over 12 weeks. So I am meeting a woman who is a friend of a friend's sister on Friday to see if she fits what I want for Harper. And if not I have a few options that have come up in the past few days. I put out a call for help from my mom friends at Keegan's school and also my Selfish Mom's group and they responded in droves with support, suggestions and offers to care for Harper in the meantime. Too sweet.
Today I hoofed down to Mass to see some college friends. Soper lives in Mass but Debra was in for her annual visit to her local relatives. I figure if she can get here from Texas I can drag my two kids for a hour and a half drive. We had a house full of two four year olds, a three year old, a two year old, a one year old, 6 months, 11 weeks and 7 weeks. And it was relatively sane. I planned the drive around Harper's nap times and it went really well. Keegan is content to look out the windows and point out construction vehicles or airplanes or anything else interesting along the way. Oh and the other miracle? Harper slept 8 1/2 hours last night. I'm not saying it will happen again but just knowing it happened once is enough for now.

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