Family portrait

Tonight Chris grilled cheeseburgers for us on the deck. I made oatmeal raisin cookies, and even though I never get the measuring right for cookie size, somehow I ended up only one shy of the four dozen the recipe yields—this is practically a record for me. Laura went to play with the little girl across the street and then called to ask if she could spend the night. She came home and packed her suitcase to bulging, one tshirt to sleep in, hopefully an outfit for in the morning, and I think about four giant stuffed animals. No doubt no toothbrush. She’s coming home at 7:45 tomorrow morning before her friend’s mom has to go to work, so the bulk seems a little excessive. And Will’s been walking around the house with a Lincoln Logs box on his head hollering, “I can’t see, it’s too dark!” Even Kitty cuddled up for one of her many naps against our big family portrait (the one that’s propped up against the bookcase since I can’t find anywhere to hang it). Like she actually likes us or something. Suddenly we’re some kind of Brady Bunch family. Weird and cute all at the same time.