Here yea, here yea!

Hello hello,

Here yea, here yea! In the spirit of Libby's eighth month of pregnancy and the imminent addition of a child, I declare this email to be written as a children's poem.

Many months have passed since our return from Peru.

We feel an update is long overdue.

Re-acculturation was rushed but with minimal grief,

As we hurried to find jobs, voted and won much to our relief.

Reflection on two years was still key,

So we set out to document our Peace Corps history.

We shared pictures and stories at REI and schools.

Meanwhile we drove to Minnesota and the Great Northern cool.

Back in Maryland we lived with my parents.

While at 56J our mortgage was paid by some renters.

Shortly thereafter we renovated the kitchen,

Adding a washer, dryer and island addition.

Upstairs we painted one of the two rooms a 'timid' blue,

Because we missed the blue room we had in Peru.

My dad taught me some things cause he is a master electrician,

So I did the wiring of new lights with his careful supervision.

Well everything works and we're feeling quite nested.

Maipo, our dog, has two beds and is always well rested.

She is adapting to life amazingly well,

And takes me on runs which keep me feeling just swell.

Our lives are now admittedly a tad adultish.

Two jobs, bills and chores leave us acting a bit oafish.

Lib is working at Johns Hopkins in health communications,

And Benj has a dreamy job managing projects for bird conservation.

Oh yeah and we've got a baby on the way.

(If anyone else is counting) Libby is now eight months to the day.

We go to a natural child birth class each weekend,

Learning the basics to keep us from freakin.

We think often of you all and hope your health is sound.

If you are ever in Washington DC you know where we can be found.

Love, peace, and respect are good things to wish for,

So with those words, from my heart, I close this poetic door.

Benjamin