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

Two words that should never be placed back to back in any sentence...ever!

See, I thought we were going to get through a whole other day without anything funny happening. Wrong. Again, Todd and I were out all day running errands (with Robben) and didn't even think about dinner, so we brought home Taco Bell. As Todd was clearing the kitchen island to put dinner out, he knocked over a big candle holder and the candle rolled off onto my toe. I screamed in pain. It hurt really bad. Kurstin came and rubbed it for me as I cried. So halfway through dinner, a man came to deliver some wood for one of Todd's jobs, and I walked into the living room to meet him and kicked a piece of wood with the owie toe. I winced and hopped around, and of course had to explain to the guy what had already happened so I didn't look quite as much like a sissy. A few minutes later, Todd was sitting at the desk writing a check for the wood, I was sitting on the couch and the kids were all playing around us. Robben was cruising around the coffee table and stepped on the toe. I cried out, "OW! He just stepped on my candle toe!" Then I realized how that sounded and I wasn't sure if anyone else caught it and I didn't want the discomfort of not knowing, so I said, "Ha! I just said candle toe!" Then Todd, Wesley, the delivery guy and I all burst into uncontrollable laughter... luckily the girls didn't get it.

If you don't get it, say it out loud, you will. Todd's still laughing about it.
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  1. Logan and AmyFebruary 14, 2009 at 7:58 AM

    That is so funny! I have to admit, I didn't get it until you said to say it out loud, so I said it out loud for about 15 seconds and then it came to me, lol. You are too funny!

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  2. AHFebruary 15, 2009 at 3:17 PM

    MH- As usual, your stories make my day! I can't get that out of my mind now. "I just said Candle Toe".... I hope your toe is recovering! Ice, elevate, and chocolate! I mean, anti-inflammatory :)

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