I must thank you all for your kind comments about Mumu’s intellect. Given that she drinks her own bath water nightly, however, I remain unconvinced of her genius.
I am about to relax with an enormous glass of wine to celebrate the end of my 5 night solo parenting stint. It’s been a wild ride, as always, and it hasn’t just been Mumu pulling out the crazy stunts. This week Lulu started to make me regret my tough stance and smack talking on child harnesses. She is so small, but so damn FAST. The other day I brought the girls to the park, and a man was running around the perimeter of the park with a dog on a leash. I still kind of can’t believe this happened- but- Lulu took off after them, at top speed, and chased them at close proximity around the entire perimeter of the park. My jaw dropped to the jungle lawn. I had no idea that 1) she could run fast enough to keep up with a grown man and dog, and 2) that she could run that fast for an entire loop around the park. It was insane. The dude was well freaked out. I was well freaked out. Lulu? Barely winded.
Jungledad returns tomorrow, and is bound to be disappointed he missed all the girls crazy exploits this week. He sometimes complains that they only do cool things when he’s away. And before we had children, he used to complain that the cat only did cool things while he was away. Actually, that’s kind of true. Once, while he was at a telescope in Chile, I heard the cat gagging in the other room. I went in, and saw a piece of pink thread dangling from kitty’s mouth. I started pulling on it, and before I knew it, 6 ft had come out. Then I felt resistance, and she really started gagging, so I snipped the thread and wished her luck getting the spool out the other end. Cat was fine. Jungledad was inconsolable that he missed witnessing something so unbelievably cool (his words). “Dammit, why does nothing this cool happen when I’m around!?” I dunno, I’m just lucky I guess 
