1. I look into the cradle, at the green blanket, and picture the newborn there. What joy!
2. We make ourselves comfortable on the couch watching the adventures of the tiny, but mighty Chihuahua.
3. I felt so much rage I feared I was going to lose control and do something crazy, embarrassing and socially inacceptable, which isn’t hard to do in a neighborhood like ours and in a situation like that one. This is not a good thing. Until you deal with it, on your own, locked up in the bathroom, in the quiet and out of sight, and come out human again, humble and grateful for yet another episode, one of many yet to come.