What he looks like when he is about to eat your face

Election Day! We voted. We mailed our votes in last Monday. Or I did, since Jonathan was prevented from taking his ballot to the post office himself by a day-long seminar on democratic values that is required for all work-visa-holders to get a carte de sejour. It's actually kind of racist; it's Sarkozy's new law aimed at Arab and African immigrants. Mostly it affects kids who were born in another country and moved here when they were less than a year old, and who therefore have already gone through the French school system and know all this already. But they have to go and get their certificates now to stay in the country. The seminar covers French political history and then explains rules like, for example, that you can't beat your wife and kids.

There will still be no meaningful results by the time we go to bed tonight. I'm not sure how well we'll sleep.

The plate-feeding experiment was a grand success. He is much more fun to spend the day with when he is full instead of hungry. He ate almost a whole crepe filled with avocado pesto, and about half a baked apple. He is rejecting solid food for breakfast lately, though, in favor of my milk only until lunchtime. That's fine; breast milk is more nutritious than apples anyway.

I did indeed start my recipe blog, in deference to Christal's wishes. It is http://mckenziesrecipes.blogspot.com and it now features duck sandwiches.

I also finished my pants-into-skirt project, for the pants that shrank in the wash. I've now made it through my basic home ec sewing project list: baby poncho, pincushion, skirt made from old pants. Check! The skirt is much prettier than the pants ever were. Now I will go on to fancier projects, and I will never buy a throw pillow again.