There was hardly a peep throughout the flight, and when we landed, he remained asleep.
Wolfy struggled with car rides back and forth to the events of the reunion that weekend, but by the time we had returned to Dulles for the trip back to Boston, we felt we had things under control, that we wouldn’t have to give up traveling.
When we got on the plane, this time with confidence, we thought we would take advantage of being among the first aboard to change Wolfy’s diaper before takeoff. We carried him and the diaper bag to the bathroom, unlatched the changing table, and went to work, as if we were old pros.
But that was when it became clear that we remained very much novices.
Just as we removed his diaper, we forgot the lesson from a few days before to keep a lid on the loaded cannon.
In an instant, we were both, again, sprinkled with pee, making the trip home a soggy, redolent journey.
But we were happy to sit in urine-soaked clothes, because our boy was peaceful, and as all new parents come to learn, that’s all that matters anymore.