Desperate for Donuts

The place where we go bear hunting is just outside of Superior, WI - on the land of Mike and Fern. Mike has been regularly dumping bags of day old donuts to feed the bears for the upcoming season. Mike was gone for a few days and not around to feed the bears. Apparently they got hungry, smelled the donut supply, and broke into the garage. Once in the garage they found the donuts, brought the bag outside, and polished them off. Fern sent us the pictures:

Check out the paw print to the right of the door:

Happy Birthday, James!

Too cute.

Paul and Paul

Look what I can do!

Snack time

I love it when mom gives me some

of her cinnamon bread...

Where's Lucy... I bet she wants some of my lunch

Cody likes shorter hair

Cody also knows me too well.

Well enough to say to me

(as I get in the van to go 

"finally get my hair cut a bit shorter"

...albeit 

a bit nervous and unsure)

"I doubt you'll do it".

So there!

Happy First Birthday, Paul!

I love my cake!

I am one!

I am stuck...

I think I look like my grandpa in my hat!