The doorbell rang and Bette pointed the bags out to the driver, who quickly loaded them.

Tina covered Angel’s head with kisses as Alice took her and Bette hustled T out the door. Just like that, Dana and Alice were alone with baby in a house that was suddenly quiet. The three looked solemnly from one to the other until Alice and Dana broke out in laughter. Angel squealed her delight.

"I think the invasion of Normandy was less complicated," Alice said as she flipped open her folder. "Do you think she does this for Angus everyday?"

"No…she couldn’t, could she?" Dana started reading the schedule. "I think this thing is more detailed than The Chart."

"Did you hear that Angel? Dana made a funny!" Alice and the baby giggled together. "Let’s go get you dressed." They went off while Dana looked through the folder, trying to absorb as much as possible. She listened through the monitor as Alice selected the baby’s clothes, smiling when she heard Alice seeking Angelica’s approval on each choice. She looked up when she realized Alice was singing.

"Red shoes. Red shoes. Does Angel wanna wear her red shoes?"

"Alice," she called as she headed to the nursery. "We agreed. Only the music and lullabies she already knows so she feels comfortable."

"First, I didn’t agree to that. It’s never too early for her to be exposed to the arts. I’m sure Bette and Tina would agree with me," Alice took a breath. "Second, does she look uncomfortable to you?" Angel was lying on her back, happily playing with her little red canvas covered feet.

"Okay, she’s having a blast," Dana grinned, "but I’m not sure the early works of Elvis Costello fit into Bette and Tina’s idea of the arts."

"Well, that’s their problem, isn’t it?" answered Alice as she nuzzled Angel’s face before putting her in Dana’s arms. "What do you think? Are you ready for a little walk?"

"What does the schedule say?"

"Dane, except for concrete appointments, you should probably think of it as more of a guide. Otherwise we’re all gonna be crazy in a couple of hours."

Two hours later, they returned from the park with a very hungry, cranky baby. The cereal they found in the diaper bag didn’t begin tide her over and Alice rushed to open a jar of anything. Dana bounced Angel on her knee, having decided that this was not the moment to master the high chair. The baby stopped crying as she accepted the spoon and eagerly waited for more. As far as Dana was concerned that jar of pear puree was a magic elixir.