The Hiester Family in a nutshell - a big one, like a coconut or something

We are a family of a whole bunch of random people, thrown together in one small house, who all happen to look alike. Each member of our family was hand-picked by God... that's the only explanation for the saga that is our family. Here's the story from the beginning... My husband, Todd, was married before me. His wife's name was Carrie, and together they had 3 kids: Tyler, Kurstin & Elissa. Todd's parents were divorced and his mother remarried. Her new husband, Don, had 2 small children: Ally & Wesley. Their natural mother was killed in a car accident when they were 8 & 11. One year later, they lost their dad and Todd and Carrie took them into their home. 6 months after Ally & Wesley were added to the household, Carrie died of cancer at age 26. Her own children were 3, 6 & 9 and Ally & Wesley were 10 & 13. And Todd was alone with them. Think Lord of the Flies. So when I fell in love with Todd, I got these 5 kids as a bonus. We married about a year and a half into our relationship, with the kids as our wedding party. We made it all official with an adoption lawyer and lots of money, ensuring that we are LEGALLY their parents. They even had to take oaths saying they would perform the duties of sons and daughters, which I think means I have someone to change my diapers when the time comes! After 2 years of marriage we added Robben Carey to the mix. And now we've welcomed Livi Claire...the seventh, and final, Hiester kid (unless, of course, God has other plans). Todd and I are 37 and 35, respectively, and our kids range in age from 1 to 21. It's great because we're cool and always the youngest in a crowd of high school parents.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Compromises

That's what marriage is about, after all. There are several things my husband wants that issue a resounding "NOOOOOO!!" from my lips. There is one such passion that I am finally giving in on. He's been begging (in a very under-the-radar way) for a lizard for the past four years. I always tell him, no, no, no. You see, he's not talking about a cute little lizard that sits daintily on a branch looking around at it's many admirers while they all coo lovingly at him. No. He's talking pre-historic, should be extinct by all natural laws, weighs more than any of us and could eat a cat, LIZARD!! Well, I've finally given in. Since tomorrow is Valentine's Day, he's gettin' the stinkin' lizard. I do have two stipulations, though. One, it has to live outside. And two, it can't eat anything live. I'm sorry, but I do have some standards/values that cannot be compromised. And he has agreed to these conditions (though I will be getting them in writing, with a signature). I know to any normal human being, this may seem like quite a compromise on my part... in fact, what am I getting out of it? I'll tell you: he also wants a bull!!!

Next year I'll have to plan better for Valentine's Day.
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  1. Logan and AmyFebruary 14, 2009 at 8:02 AM

    A LIZARD!!!! I would of said No too! But the nice thing is that you guys live on property and you can keep it outside. That's great you guys came to a compromise. I can't wait to see it! So what are you getting for Valentine's Day?

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  2. AHFebruary 15, 2009 at 3:24 PM

    A bull? Why not a horse (anyone in the family can ride it) or something else like a couple chickens (organic eggs are nice and they eat bugs around the outside of your house), goats (weedwackers),lamb (sell the wool)... I know Todd rode bulls in High School but what does he want to do with it? Raise it for meat? It's okay, Marc asks for things that get big loud NO's from me too: Motorcycle, Sky diving, going on the Amazing Race with me. I could go on. So, what kinda lizard ya getting?

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