Hiester Family Antics: Robben Carey Strikes Again

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

Robben Carey Strikes Again

As my faithful followers (that makes me sound famous... or insane) have read, Robben Carey is a busy little boy. I have further evidence to present henceforth.

Yesterday I had an appointment with my ob/gyn. (Lucky for me, I got to stay fully clothed.) Little Robben gets to go everywhere with Mommy... even places that are simply not meant for little boys. Thankfully, Dr. Mason has a 3-year-old boy, so he is immune to their antics. Robben toddled about the room, looking for devices to amuse him. Unfortunately, his search was successful...

Stirrups.

I'm not sure there's anything more to say.