How to become a ski parent (I think)

There I was. Kneeling on the carpet of the Claybrook Hotel. Ski boots on my feet. Helmet on my head. Diaper in one hand. Wipe in the other. It was almost time to ski. But first, my 9-week-old daughter, Willa, needed a hand. And in that moment—changing her diaper in my ski gear—I realized just how much my life had changed. As new parents, my wife, Hayley, and I had many concerns about our first family ski trip. First and …