We used to have nice things. We used to be able to walk across the floor without sticking to it. We used to be able to walk from one end of the house to the other, in the dark, and not have McDonald's toys impaled on our feet. We used to be able to sit on the couch and not get cookie crumbs stuck to our butts (okay, well maybe that's not strictly true). We didn't always smell like sour milk. But 2 years and 2 babies later, and all of a sudden we are living in a frat house. It smells, there are all sorts of odd and sundry activities going on at all hours of the night, and we keep a lot of liquor on hand. Every surface in the house has been peed on, pooped on, or puked on. It's like Animal House with sippy cups instead of beer bongs. However, there is an upside to all the mayhem. We have discovered that you CAN actually ferment milk in a sippy cup. Baby cheese, created in small, artisanal batches, now available at your local Farmer's Market along with Couch Cheez-Its (of unknown vintage). Gotta pay for college somehow ;)
