Hiester Family Antics: 08.11

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, August 9, 2011

Wit Via Text

I have some of the best conversations via text message with my sister-in-law. The following is an example of one such conversation:

Marianne: I have a mouse living under my desk in my room and he's been keeping me up at night :I
Tara: Oh no! The rustling?
M: Yes! And the little booger seems to know I can't get to it! It's fearless
T: Ack!...and what starts as fearless may become cunning. If he starts leaving you little threatening notes you may have to move!
M: It sounds like he's chewing thru wires with the express purpose of causing a devastating conflagration.
T: So who is he exacting revenge upon? Is he a vigilante mouse who lost the only female he ever truly loved? Did one of you perhaps kill a mouse recently?
M: Rascal!! And I think he may actually be the Joshua Mouse scouting out the Promised Land... the rest of the rodentalites are waiting in the laundry room for his report.
T: Better a mouse scout than a mouse scorned!
M: Hahaha!!! Duty vs. Passion. Love for his mouse-god and his mouse-people, or Love for his mouse-mate. Which is more dangerous?! When Rascal serves him up I will interrogate him till he squeals!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Look At This Face!!

Livi Claire, July 24th, 4 months old...

I challenge anyone to hold this baby girl and NOT plant a kiss on her. It's simply not possible.

Love, love, love this picture!! Such a happy girl... and she just loves her mommy :)

So content :) Yes, she's as sweet as she looks. She's almost always happy, never fussy. She melts the hearts of all who come in contact with her. Strangers offer, nay ask, to babysit her :)