Hadley wasted no time getting the first stamp in his passport… at a few days over three months old, we found ourselves elbowing our way through the crowded Denver airport, Val and Steve leading the way, with our complement of excessive baby luggage in tow. The airline’s computer system didn’t seem to like that we were bringing a lapchild on the plane using tickets purchased with points, and so were held up for almost an hour while they tried to figure it out, but after the manager saw how cute Hadley was, he put in an override, and we were happily on our way to the gate- next stop: Mexico!
The afternoon sun was hot on our pale white skin when we walked down the boarding stairs to the tarmac in Cancun. It was a bit of a circus in the airport, and getting through customs took longer than it had to, but Hadley didn’t seem to mind, and just soaked it all in behind his baby Ray-Bans. We hopped on a shuttle and were at the lobby bar of the resort drinking tequila shots and beer before sundown. A week at an all-inclusive on Riviera Maya to celebrate both Val and Steve’s 60th birthdays was going to be the perfect introduction to this new reality of traveling with a baby.
