Mmm, Try The Jazz!



That's right, from the company that brought you Pepsi Clear, comes Jazz, the new sound of cola. It is Diet Pepsi with Black Cherry French Vanilla flavors! No calories, no fat, all indulgence. Grab yourself a Jazz and experience a "Jazz moment"(tm) all to yourself. Also available in Strawberries & Cream and Caramel Cream. Mmm, its a Jazzerbration!

With us about to take off on another epic journey -- cross country flying with six month olds -- I felt I should get these photos up form my last trip. While clearly the Jazz cola was the highlight of the trip (look how excited Kayla is at the thought of so much artificial sweeteners AND artificial fruit flavors!), we also happened to meet up with Candy's brother and their new baby, Melky. Or Melkie. Or possibly even Melchie. Seriously, someone needs to develop a standardized spelling for Melchior nicknames.



Here is a photo of their very first get together. Rylie is clearly upset because she has yet to sample the Jazz and indulge her taste buds. Also pictured are momma, grandmomma, and Uncle Davie. (Or is it Davy? Here we go again...)



On Saturday the poor, tired moms got some well deserved pampering at a Spa. Uncle Davy met up with a friend to hit a photography convention, which left me in charge of three babies for a day. OK, grandma helped some too. Grandpa mostly played online poker, but he provided strong moral support. It went smoothly, indicating I am some sort of super-dad. You may touch me if you wish... but only on the arm.



Here is sweet Kayla well on her way to being seduced by the devil and witchcraft, because she is wearing a Harry Potter themed outfit. We want to be good parents, but the Satanic Potter Cabal (SPC) has already ensnared our souls. Oh well. Say, why do you suppose they call it Jazz, anyway? Do you suppose it is because of the fantastic improvisation of flavors inside your mouth? I bet it is.



Here is a nice close-up of Melky (I picked a spelling and am sticking with it. Please address all complaints to your local congressman and/or nickname supervisor) accompanied by random baby feet. One could guess that they were the feet of Rylie and Kayla, but without further forensic evidence we are just going to have to associate them with Jane and Joan Doe. I am having dental X-rays taken of the toes.



Here is Rylie demonstrating an astronomical fallacy. There is no center of the universe, no place out of which things "exploded", a common misconception of the big bang theory. Space ITSELF has been expanding for 13.5 billion years, everywhere. The universe has no center and it has no edge. Rap your mind around that if you can. Of course if it did have a center, it would be my children and possibly a tall, cool glass of Jazz.

Speaking of, here is the next great drink to swep the nation: Jazz^.

And some family members in the background... near another can of Jazz!



^ Warning: Jazz is the most god-awful stuff imaginable. If I wanted to drink stuff that sweet I would have stuck my tongue in a jar of aspartame. Oh, wait I think I did when I drank the Jazz, which maybe should be used instead of Ipecac to induce vomiting. And it is EXTREME!