Well, Baby and I pulled a fast one on the state of California today, and got a free doctor's visit. Here's the diagnosis:

PREGNANT!

Baby is totally knocked up with child. Embarazada. Lazlo's going to be a daddy!

We've actually known for a few weeks now. Baby doesn't usually throw up every day, so we knew it was either a baby or a "Taste of Bangkok" (you Pasadena dwellers will know what I mean by this). We've had time to prayerfully consider names, and we've come up with the following: if she's a girl, her name is going to be "Heart For The Nations." If he's a boy, he shall be called "Ten Forty Window." That or "L'il Lazlo."

Well, here are the pictures:

These are possibly the worst sonograms ever taken of a healthy 10-week-old fetus, but we got to see a lot more in the office. Milagro (as we've taken to calling him/her) has stubs that will be arms, and a strong heartbeat. The heartbeat was the best part. The nurse was the weird part. She didn't seem to like it when people have babies. Baby remembers the visit a little bit differently, and so she contests the labels I put on the close-up ultrasound picture. But I say that nobody thinks completely clearly when she's wearing a paper gown and stirrups.

Anyways, we're obviously really excited. This baby thing isn't going to make our lives any easier, and Baby's not getting a Powerbook any sooner, but having an extra dependent can hardly be considered a bad thing.

P.S.: Listen to Richard Swift, because he's amazing.

My neighbor woke me up two nights ago by pounding on my front door. "Someone was trying to steal your bikes," he said.

I was confused, because I only had one bike stored outside -- OR SO I THOUGHT.

I put some shorts on and walked to my back porch. I glanced at where my bike had been and saw only my back wheel, locked to the water heater.

"Bummer," I thought at first, but then I looked at my wood chip garden and saw my bike; it was dark, so I could barely make out the shape of the bike, but I realized that something was wrong with it. It looked like the burglar had mangled my bike in an attempt to steal it.

I called Lindell (my neighbor), who actually had thrwarted the robbery-in-progress, and he came out to investigate the damage. It turns out that the reason Lindell thought I had multiple bikes was that the burglar had actually LEFT HIS OWN BIKE.

Yes, the Kingpin of Crime (as Baby later dubbed him) got scared and dropped his bike, which got tangled up in mine. It took me about 30 minutes to get the bikes apart, but now I have a really crappy mountain bike! Anybody have any ideas for it?

My first thought was to put a "FREE BIKE" sign on it and leave it on a street corner, but I'm sure there's something better for my newfound acquisition than that. I have also considered making a bicycle out of dynamite and trying to lure the thief back, but at this point I mainly feel sorry for the guy.

Good news, everybody! Baby and I moved into a house on our first day in Pasadena! It's a bit small -- by which I mean that it comprises a 300 s.f. room, a kitchen, and a bath -- but it's really great. It's medium-priced by LA county standards (about twice what we paid in Durham), and it's only a short bike ride from my school. Best of all, we have amazing landlords -- Fuller Seminary. They didn't even require us to give them a deposit.

I started back at work today. Mostly I moved computers around and fixed a couple of small hardware issues. Baby applied for several jobs around campus. I'm confident that she'll get something good with health insurance.

Being in Pasadena so far has been amazing. We've been out with friends more in the past four days than we probably did the whole year that we were in Durham, and everybody new we've met has been nice.

The drive out here was also pretty great. Baby and I camped in Balmorhea, TX (pronouced BAL-MORE-A) and it was beautiful. I strongly recommend it for those who have the means.

The only downer of late is that we had to leave our beloved Ramona in with Stands With A Fist in Austin. Fist's going to take good care of her, and Ramona will be happier in Austin, but we're going to miss that little bitch.

Anyway, if you want to send us anything or stop by to marvel out our tiny bungalow, here's our new address:

Lazlo and Baby Hollyfeld
103 N. Catalina Ave. #2
Pasadena, CA 91106