Potty-Blogging, Live From the Trenches

Will voluntarily sat on the potty. He tried to poop, thought he had to, but then had no luck. So off to nap he went.

Minutes later, he came down the hallway to tell me he'd ... crapped his pants. While trying to get his dirty underwear off, he got poop on his finger. Which he then wiped on his shirt before I could stop him. Off with the shirt. I made him take off his socks, too-- just in case.

I think it's going well.