The author with 12-month-olds Conall (left), Miko (middle) and Arden (right) at their birthday party.When I first saw our home, I was absolutely blown away. The 4,500 square-foot 1906 Detroit house boasted giant historic windows, two staircases and so many doors that little kids could run circles through every floor of the house. There were nooks and crannies, tons of closets to hide in and a spacious yard.It was perfect for kids. Little did I know this house would invisibly and unflaggingly poison my future children, changing my family’s lives forever. When my wife, Jess, and I decided we wanted to conceive at the same time for pseudo twins, we knew we would be signing up for a hard (albeit beautiful) first several years if we were successful.When we decided to co-parent with our future babies’ biological dad, we knew we would be living a family life very ou