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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.