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.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Oh Snap! : A Hiester Classic

One night when Wesley was probably oh, 14 or 15, he was sitting on our bed playing absently with an elastic string. Apparently the string had come from the waistband of his boxers. He had wrapped one end of it around his big toe and had the other end between his teeth and was pulling to and fro with his leg. Don't ask why such a thing was even happening... this is Wesley we're talking about, after all. I mean really, who puts discarded portions of their underpants in their mouth???

Well, as one might imagine, there came a breaking point... literally. The end of the elastic that was wrapped around his toe broke free, snapping his lip with surprising force. Sadly for him, the reaction was similar to a burn-reflex... it happened before his pride had time to jump in and censor it for him. His hand flew to his mouth almost as quickly as the string had. And then his eyes darted about to check for witnesses. My self-control is terrible in these situations: I was already on the floor in a fit of laughter.

Wesley thinks it's hilarious, too, though he still insists that the pain was incredible. He actually asked me to tell this story for your entertainment now. If you enjoyed it, you can thank him... for the content as well as for the permission to exploit his regrettable, however self-inflicted, mishaps.

1 comment:

  1. hahahahahahahahaha!! That is by far the best story I have heard all day!! Thank you Wesley, thank you for being so......you!

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