Crissa and This Summer

We had Crissa living with us up until a couple weeks ago, so she got to participate in the most bizarre (I hope) summer of our lives-- two weeks after she moved in we became homeless and moved to a gross motel, where we lived for two weeks, spending more money than we should to get out of there in the evening. The kids and I also got good and tan because we spent all day at the park (it was that or watch cable all day).

Then we moved to a slightly less gross motel-- studio 6, where we stayed through both mothers day and my birthday-- about a week and a half. After that we moved in with our aunt Rebecca (about five days), which was actually kind of fun, though awkward because we felt like we were imposing. The kids and I enjoyed shopping and swimming with her, though, and their fun backyard. We then stayed in the smallest part of our triplex while we finished up a few things to try and close and while we kicked a crazy lady out of the main house before moving in there ourselves and doing a LOT of scrubbing.

We also got the flu twice and a few colds this summer, and, of course, had Truman-- the best part. And Crissa got to share in all of that. Crissa had a few interesting dates (and I mean a VERY few, unfortunately)-- like the guy who fed her his leftovers, and the purple dreadlocks guy from our ward.

Here is a picture to illustrate our sisterly bond (this was actually taken last summer, not this):