Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Monday, July 28, 2008

Where is my milk?














Look really close at the right hand. I don't know what I did to make her get angry, but does she really need to bust out the bird at this age??











Rayley is really happy about the outfit. She also wants to thank Aunt Lacey for providing the headband. She feels proud that she has some hair under the band already too.












My driving apparently bores her.
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Just some pics.

Never too early to start 'em on the Piano.












Much thanks to Stephanie Lewis, who designed and created this bassinet cover, and loaned us the bassinet! Stephanie has a knack for creating cute and current designs of everything imaginable, including bibs, blankets, and whatever a baby or child might need. Her website is found here.













Rayley aspires to be a pirate someday, because she loves to keep that one eye open. I guess we can put a patch on her for Halloween.












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Thursday, July 24, 2008

Then and Now


Then: Tired was when I fell asleep at church
Now: Tired is not being able to sit down for even 5 minutes before having to get up again, and again, and again.

Then: Holding a baby was something I did because it was culturally expected of me; If I didn't hold it, the parents would think I didn't like their baby or had some deep-seeded anti-social feelings.
Now: Nothing beats holding my newborn and letting her fall asleep on my expansive baby-holder.

Then: I saw breastmilk a few times, like when my mom was feeding my little sister or something.
Now: I feel like I'm the proprietor of a dairy farm operation.

Then: I drove "safe and aggressive."
Now: I'm the 85 year old guy who never got the memo about the 55mph speed limit being abolished. Every speed bump is negotiated below 10 mph, every turn taken with apprehension.

Then: The Pump was a basketball shoe, and I had to make sure I pumped them on the basketball court, so everyone could see how ridiculously cool I was with my Reebok Pumps. I would point my toes so the people across the way could clearly see the round plastic little basketball on the toungue. "Nuke (my nickname) has got Pumps now, daaang." Then, I would depress 20 times, my customized pressure amount, because I knew it would make me jump faster, higher.
Now: The pump is a device in my bedroom, utilizing suction for a completely different purpose, with completely different results; oh, and I don't bring the pump to a basketball game or necessarily want people to see it while its in operation. You get the idea.

Then: I worried about what are baby would look like, because sometimes the international mixed-race couples procreation thing is like when you were a kid trick or treating, and the lady had a bag of assorted candy, most of it the hard and cheap stuff, you know, cinnamon disks, those gross fruit-shaped jelly filled abominations, and everything but the butterscotches, because the kids who came earlier picked those clean. But now, the lady throws in some high-quality snickers bars, almond joys, kit-kats, butterfingers, and other candies considered premium by young costumed sugarfreaks looking for a fix. Then, the lady decides to make it interesting by having you reach into the brown paper bag and grab; maybe you get a nice candy bar, maybe you are stuck with smarties, tootsie rolls, or a Halls cough drop.
Now: Well, Rayley is all of the candy bars, and a bag of chips.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Rayley comes home!




I'm a new father, so of course I'm posting more pics of our new daughter, Rayley. When I have time to think of something else to post about, I will. Anyway, we brought Ellen and Rayley home today, and both are sound asleep as I write this. Everything is the same as it was before Sunday, except for the tiny little fact that I am now responsible for the well being and care of this little angel, and Ellen isn't complaining that the baby is hurting her from the inside.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

I like it when they call me big Papa







July 20th. A day that will forever go down in history. No, not because its the day man set foot on the moon, but because it is the day Rayley Mei Newcomer came into the world! With the web being the best way to communicate to Ellen's friends across the ocean, I was ordered to come home and post this ASAP. Ellen and Rayley are doing well, and resting. I apologize for no pictures of Ellen with the baby. All of the pictures we have of them both show some graphic latching..so I will try to post some of them together tomorrow. Here are the vitals:

Weight: 7 lbs, 2 oz...OR 3,231 grams
Length: 19 inches
Time of delivery: 12:10 PM, Pacific
Method of delivery: Caesarean.

Much thanks to the Hunt and Lewis families for staging the baby shower yesterday, it happened just in the nick of time!

-Trevor, Ellen, & Rayley
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008





Now that we are in the third trimester of pregnancy, Ellen has decided to resurrect her golf game. Here you can watch her swing. I wish we had an HD camera, so you could see the flight of the ball, but you'll have to settle for the thrill of watching a full term prego wonderwoman smack a golf ball 100 yards with a 9 iron. Meanwhile, I, with my budding golf game, just try to hit the ball without landing on the club and breaking it, falling over, or dislocating something from all the torque on my knees. Oh, I also bake things in my spare time, which is a lot right now, since I am "in between jobs" at the moment. Pineapple upside down cake is my favorite, and I made this one on Sunday. I know this is a quick post, but I just wanted to show Ellen's athletic talents off.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Japan Trip 2007

Pics of our trip to Japan last year are finally posted. Click on the picture to see. 

Marriage is Bliss!


Ellen and I attended the summer stock (known as "Musical Circus" here in Sac) production of "The Sound of Music" last night. After seeing 4 shows on Broadway, we were actually quite impressed, and a member of our ward was conducting the music, to our surprise. After seeing the show, I started thinking back to my days as a single man in Provo and Afton, Wyoming, when I was trying to find a wife. What a difference marriage makes. 

When I was single, I would be kinda nervous before a date, especially if it was a first date. "What will she be like? Is she going to have an engaging personality, a sense of humor, and look phi-phi-fine, or will she have the personality of a rock? Will she appreciate my sense of humor, my awesome 1982 Corolla, my well-rounded frame?" 
Then, of course, you had to worry about how much you should spend on a date. "Is this girl worth taking to the Cougs v. Utes football game, or is she going to care more about cute Cosmo than what's happening between the hash marks? Do I like this girl enough to take her to "Les Miserables?" 

While I was thinking about all of this, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude came over me. Now, being married to my sweetheart Ellen, I have no such worries. I know what she likes, I know she thinks I am a total studmuffin, I think she is phi-phi-fine, and even finer as a pregnant princess, she loves musicals, is worth taking to whatever I can afford to take her to, and I know at the end of a night out, we don't have to end with some awkward kiss goodnight, or a lousy makeout session with no natural ending. Being married to Ellen is something I just don't want to ever take for granted. I'm so glad we can go do things whenever, wherever we decide to do them, and have great experiences the whole time. Thanks babe!

Our trip to D.C. and N.Y.

People keep bugging us to put up some pics from our trip to the East side, so here are some for your viewing pleasure. Just click on the photo to be taken away to pictureland. 

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Ellen moment of the week

So, a quick post about something that just happened. Ellen and I just finished reading the scriptures, and I was checking my email for today, when all of a sudden I hear Ellen singing some strange melody with very poetic lyrics. I turn to look at her, and she says "well, it's called the Songs of Solomon, so I thought you need to sing it."