How is it possible that we've already been here two months? April passed us by and we're just a little bit more settled into our lives in Dhaka. We've gotten out and about a couple more times, met some new friends, and gotten used to some of what it means to live here.

Adham's work at the Embassy is going well. He's working in the Consular section, adjudicating nonimmigrant visas. In case that means nothing to you, a typical day consists of spending four or five hours interviewing Bangladeshis (and occasionally citizens of other countries) who wish to go to the US, and the rest of the time catching up on other work. The job is great because it gives you a true cross-section of Bangladeshi society - there are the elite who are sending their children to school in the US, and rural dwellers who have never been out of their district before, but for some reason now have an overwhelming desire to attend this year's Rotary convention in Chicago.

Crystal is keeping busy with activities both inside and outside the home. We've finally had our car delivered and have also found a driver, making our lives much more convenient. Everything still revolves around the sleeping, eating, and playing/learning hours of the kids, but at least now we can make better use of the little slices of time that present themselves to us. Similar to other countries in South Asia, Bangladesh has a wide variety of beautiful fabrics and other handicrafts available, and living in a big house with blank white walls means that we'll probably leave here with lots of souvenirs.

Tasman and Atlas are having fun exploring their new home town. Tasman has started a half-day preschool program, and besides that loves his big playroom at home or playing in the sandbox in the garden. Atlas is just turning six months old now - starting to be able to sit up on his own, and to eat rice cereal.

Both the boys joined us on a recent trip we took to Sonargaon, which was the old capital city. A hundred years ago, it was a town filled with beautiful villas, where the rich inhabitants competed with each other to see who could host the most lavish parties. Today the villas are crumbling and overgrown, with just a small museum nearby to commemorate their former majesty.

Pictures from the last month, including some from Sonargaon, are available here.