From left to right: Jacob, my son-in-law and still-sulking Bronco fan; Melody, my oldest daughter and wannabe chef; Chris, oldest son, eligble bachelor, 1% body fat; Alayna, family princess, doesn't know what a dress is; Trisha, Jon's girlfriend and the nicest person you'll ever meet; and Jonathan, fisherman, bad golfer and Kobe-hater. And below we have Melody and our Dog-in-Law, Champ. (We have a thing for boxers.) Ain't he a beaut? She's substituted a grandbaby for a dog, which is hardly tolerable. But with those glowing eyes, he does bare a strange resemblance to me after twelve straight hours on the computer.