School - week two. 

So far so good.  Sort of.

Jackie Chan has injured himself in some way every day since the first day of school (you can read about his first injury in my last post).  He most recently - today - was kicked in the face (accidentally) while playing on the play structure.  Not a big deal unless you count the shoe treads on his cheek.

Earlier in the week he ran into a pole.  Large bump on the head to show for that little mishap.

The following day I received a call from the school office to tell me Luke had smashed his head into a pole. 

Again????

The conversation with Jackie Chan over dinner that night went something like this:

"Honey .... did you run into another pole at school today?"

"Um ... I don't know."

"You don't know?  How can you not know?  The school called and said you bumped your head on a pole."

"OH, that may have been yesterday.  They called yesterday."

"No ... they called today.  Were they confused?  Did you tell them you ran into a pole - which did happen yesterday - and they misunderstood and called me today thinking it had just happened?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah ... it was yesterday.  But they called today."

"Hmmmmm."

Obviously communication is not Jackie Chan's strength at the moment.

Bruce Lee is struggling a bit as well.

We took the boys to an ultra sound on Saturday and they both had a chance to see our growing little baby girl.  They were pretty excited.  It was all very cool.  We saw her tiny feet in 3D.  Cool.

So yesterday morning Bruce Lee looked at me as I was getting him dressed and said "baby Charlotte is coming to Toronto."

I wasn't quite sure I'd heard him correctly ...

"Baby Charlotte is in Mummy's tummy."

"Yes, and she is coming to Toronto soon."

"Ok ... I see.  Good to know.  But you know that she's in my tummy right now, right?"

"Hi baby Charlotte," says Bruce Lee to my right breast, "I'm Elliot.  Hi."

"No, not in there in here," I say pointing to my belly.

"Yes."

And with that whole thing neatly sorted in his little mind he wandered off down the stairs and I was left sitting on his bed, a bit stunned by the whole conversation.

Then a thought occurred to me and I yelled downstairs ... "Hey Bruce Lee, where do we live?"

"TORONTO!"

And Jackie Chan echoed his brother's profound response with our exact address.

 ... so all is not lost ...

In times of chaos, when our family is really busy and going through some big changes - not the least of which is an eight year old who seems to have lost all sense of coordination - it's comforting to know they at least know where "home" is.