The Sippie Cup Saga

A couple of weeks ago, Eva came out of her room one evening and declared that it smelled like cheese outside of her door and in the stairway.  I thought that was a gross analogy and that she was being a little dramatic.  But the next morning, as I was headed to do laundry (I have to walk through her room to get to the laundry room) I realized that she was right and wasn't being dramatic.  It smelled kind of like cheese.  I thought that maybe there was a sour dish rag or something that needed to be washed.  But there wasn't anything in the laundry room that stunk.

I narrowed the stinch down to the stairway.  I started thinking that maybe someone had spilled something on the stairs and didn't clean it up.  So, like any good housekeeper, I doused the stairs with baking soda in hopes of it sucking up the stink.

But it wasn't working.

A couple of hours later, it was time for me to go meet the bus, so I grabbed a coat off the coat rack behind the door and headed outside.  As I was walking out of the door, Isaac's diaper bag caught my eye.  I didn't remember his diaper bag being there, or even when we had last used it.  We don't use a diaper bag very often anymore.  I remember to take it to church for him about once a month.  The weather, at the time, had been slightly warmer so I hadn't worn this particular coat in a while.  As I thought back, I remembered taking the diaper bag to church about 8-9 days before.  When we got back from the bus, I fearfully peaked inside of the diaper bag.

Whoa!  That stunk!  And sure enough, there was a sippie cup.  It had been slowly leaking its sour milk contents for a solid week.

Let's just say that I threw away everything inside of the diaper bag, including the cup.  And immediately put the bag into the washing machine.  Within just a few minutes, out house started to smell yummy once again.  We are now down one sippie cup, but it was totally worth it to not have to open and wash the stinky one.  No thank you!