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.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Locked and Loaded

And we are back up and running... still too slowly, I might add. We are still with the same broadband company for now, but believe me, we are shopping!

I just wanted to let you know that we're back in action and I'll be adding the promised pictures in the very-near future. Now is not the best time, as the little man is still at-large in the living room... my best opportunities to communicate with the outside world come after bedtime :)

Let me just put something out there, while I have you. Why is it that an ultra-smart 2-year-old who can successfully pick out a "slug bug" on the road and sing such lyrics as "Savior, he can move the mountains. My God is mighty to save, he conquered the grave. Forever author of salvation, he rose and conquered the grave..." okay, so he has a few lines backwards, but come on!!!... why does a genius of this caliber NOT understand the concept of getting on the potty before the pee is running down his leg?? Why? I'm not sure whose accomplishment will be more celebrated when he finally gets it: his or mine?!
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  1. Audrey MarrsMay 18, 2010 at 6:23 AM

    Have fun with that potty training Marianne! Been thru that twice now & I always wondered the same thing.

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