Let's Hear It For The Boys

Recently we had a little BBQ at the Gapps. And I have to admit, it was pretty darn cute to see all of Ryan's buddies just fall head over heels for the Tyster (or T.K. as Scott calls him). All of them claim to be his Godfathers...Which I suppose is just fine because one we are not Catholic and two you can never have too many fans of Tiny Mr. T. So I'm sure Ty would love to have them to look up to as he grows. Just as long as he doesn't become a USC fan or dress like Al Borland, then we are A-OK.

And so the boys held him....

Cuddled with him....

Fed him.... (or tried, Butch quickly learn from
Tyson's crying that you gotta keep it comin...
no slowing down for chewing or swallowing.)



Got him ready for bed...


Got IN his bed....


And even gave Callaway some lovin...

Here's some more good times:


Song on the Blog: Let's Hear it for the Boys by Deniece Williams