Hiester Family Antics: Mega Poop Incident

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.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Mega Poop Incident

Hi this is Kurstin Robbens favorite sister because I always change his diaper poopy or not poopy, and trust me when I say poopy it's poopy! One time when he was little I had to change one of his diapers and it was really bad. My dad had went outside and I went to change his diaper and it was poop. It was all good and then my dad came and said are you doing o.k. and of course I said yes thats when the problem started. Right then I had started putting on his new diaper and he started pooping. So I of course started yelling and saying help! help! He won't stop pooping! So my dad came in and was helping me wiping his butt and it sounds easy but it was not he was pooping like he was a chocolate machine. my dad was all like yelling to Robben STOP!STOP! and he wasn't. Then we got calm again and we were putting on his diaper and (by then it was already a big mess) he started pooping again so we had to start wiping frantically. So every thing was fine and well again and he didn't start pooping again. (thank god) I think it was one of those over loads because he was going through those stages were he wasn't pooping and so I guess it was just where he got to un load it all. Well in the end we had three poopy nasty bags and really messy hands which yes, we did wash and had an amazing story about the mega poop incident to tell Marianne when she got back. She laugh really hard!