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, August 30, 2010

Wit Beyond Years

The following is an actual conversation that took place last night between my 35-year-old husband and my 2-year-old son. I say "my" son, because this story is proof that he is MINE...

Daddy: "Robben, did you poop your pants?"

Robben: "No."

Daddy: "Then what stinks?"

Robben: "You."

This was anwered with hoots and shouts of wild laughter from all present. Luckily, "burning" is a common activity in our home... Robben is just learning to pull his weight :)

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Fumes: A Hiester Classic

It's been a loooong time since I've added a Hiester Classic to the blog. The other day we were reminscing about this one, and I thought, as disgusting as it may be, it is time to share...

Back when Kurstin was in 3rd grade she had a little friend (who shall be remain unnamed, as she has since become something of an archnemesis) at whose house she once-in-a-while spent the night. One day, we dropped her off and, rather than a parent coming to the door, only the child was there to greet us. Seeing the car in the driveway, we knew the parent was present, so proceeded with our day, venturing back to our own car and loading up to head out. Before Todd reached the passenger's side, he stopped to relieve himself of a little unwanted wind. Unfortunately, just as said wind was making it's exit, the mother of Kurstin's friend came out to chat before we drove off. Todd, knowing that the broken wind was not of the unscented nor pleasant variety, jumped ever so quickly into the car to avoid this mother from approaching him and catching him in the act. So she approaced me on the driver's side and I rolled down the window to greet her. Todd had brought his scent into the vehicle with him, which promptly filled the cabin and sought escape through the open window (as did most of the inhabitants). This mom took a visible step back as she was assaulted with the tainted air seeping from my car. Needless to say, the conversation was short. Luckily the kids were able to hold back their choking until we were safely out of earshot. We all laughed hysterically as we realized, 1) there's no way she didn't smell that and 2) she probably thought it was me!!

My Child Is So Very Strange

"Mommy! I'm gonna tell you a story! 1-2-3 elephants were on the disco!"

"Mommy! Cookie Monster is driving the moon to the airport."

He has a silly imagination and an uncanny ability to conjucate verbs :)

The other day he was "rocking" the kitty and singing softly in her ear "Jesus Loves Me." I don't think the kitty was feelin' the love, but it was awfully sweet.