The Triple P

Warning! It's about to get nasty descriptive up in here!

I'm sure you're wondering, so I'll tell you. The Triple-P is pee, puke, poop, the 3 worst things that you can encounter when you travel. In Liams case it was pee, puke, P.O.O.P.!!! We had mostly good luck with travel as far as being seated together and there being extra seats so Liam could have his own. However we lost any and all luck when it came to the Triple P. On our way going, first Liam peed through his pants in the airport before we ever got on the plane (our bad for not changing him one more time before leaving the house). So we put on one of his two diapers I packed (!#$&%@!) and his only change of clothes.
On the first leg of our flight Liam smells of poop so Todd changes him on the plane with our last diaper (insert Todd's exasperated sigh that I didn't pack more diapers - there was no poop, his bum was just giving us hints of what was to come. Then about 30 minutes before we land (you know, the time when you aren't allowed to get out of your seat), Liam smells of poop again and this time it's a poop of epic proportions. So I throw a disposable changing pad under him to protect the airplane seat from the leakage down below, and as to avoid it just squirting out the top and all over the rest of him I use wipes to squeegee it up and out and into a barf bag (I'm sure you can imagine the lovely task this was and the stench that it caused to fill the plane). So after 30 frantic and stressful minutes of trying to keep Liam still, and devise a plan of attack we get off the plane in Oakland and into the waiting arms of Nana and Poppa. I run straight to buy 2 diapers and 4 wipes for $6 at the airport sundries store and Nana takes Liam off to a restroom in the direction of our next flight (which leaves in about 25 minutes). Huge, insanely messy change and the pee pants go back on him and poop clothes go in the ziploc (always pack ziplocs bags!!!). Liam still smelled of poop quite a bit, but we did the best we could with wipes.
The second leg of our flight there was the puke - thankfully it was not enough to do serious damage, just made him a little damp and smell that much worse.
The next enormous poo would be better told by Todd since he was there and not I, but essentially Liam pooped in his stroller and Todd found it had traveled up to his neck and down to his socks and of course on the stroller too. Then there was something about poop falling off Liam as Todd peeled clothes off of him while he and Poppa high-tailed it to a restroom, and plenty of horrified looks from passersby. I, of course didn't bring a change of clothes this day (I feel like I am trying to sabotage us!) - and it was late, and chilly - so we wrapped him up in a blanket and called it a day. Oy - that was a small disaster. I don't know what was going on with the kid, but I definitely cut out the apple juice after that.
There was plenty more poop to come, including another poop-through on the plane home, but I was plenty prepared in the future with about 9 diapers, 2 changes of clothes, and barf bag located.