Liam has got to figure out this whole potty training thing before too terribly long. I’m trying to be patient but this morning I checked his diaper thinking that I smelled poop when what I was smelling was his blueberry waffle in the toaster oven. That’s right: I have cleaned up so many nasty messes involving blueberries in the past few months that I now associate blueberries with poop. Something’s gotta give. This is madness!