Wipe, Flush, Wash...ramblings of a busy mom

This title was actually runner up for my new blog title. It is kind of my catch phrase. When my kids are gown, and they are asked what their mom taught them; they will say, "Wipe, Flush, Wash."

This is one of Emma's favorite things to do:

I wonder where she gets it from?

So while we are on the subject of toilet paper.....Nathan was one of my easiest kids to potty-train. I left one afternoon last spring to run errands, and was gone several hours. When I came home, Randy informed me, "Nathan has been in underwear all afternoon, and he's been dry. " That was that. Only a few accidents between then and now. But as every mom knows, there are pros and cons to potty-training. The two biggest 'cons' for me are:

When I am at the very farthest, opposite end of whatever every store we are in, there comes the much dreaded plea, "Mom! I have to go potty!" It doesn't seem to matter if we went at home before we left, at the last store, or at that same store when we arrived. Maybe a lack of oxygen at the back of the store triggers the urge...or something...I wonder if a study has been done on that...

The other 'con' takes place in the privacy of our own home. The phrase I anticipate all day: "Mom! I need you to wipe my bum!" Ah...The joys of motherhood. What earthly experience could bring more happiness? Yesterday as I heard this lovely call for the second time, I thought,"He is three and a half. He has got the potty thing down. It's time he takes full control of his bathroom experience."

So as I was cleaning his back side, I said, "Hey Nathan, maybe one of these days you can wipe your own bum. That's what four year-olds do."

Nathan: "Is Casey four?"

...OK, either he is insinuating that Casey doesn't wipe, or he really looks up to his oldest brother...

Me: "He's older than four, he's almost 12."
Nathan: "Does he pass the bread and drinks?"

I don't know what in the world that has to do with restroom procedures, but he is sure smart!