the war on babies (or terror)

As you know, this past weekend, we traveled up to North Dakota via plane with a baby. It worked out well to not feed her until we boarded, so that was the plan again as we headed home. And we thought it was going to be great. We walked to the security line, saw it had four people in it, and decided to wait until it got a little shorter. We used the bathroom before our trip, we changed a diaper, and then we realized that along with our flight, one of the other major flights of the day also left around the same time. There are maybe six big flights each day. Why are two of them right on top of each other?

The security line did not get shorter, but we had to go through, so we got in line. We all like to wait in line, right?

Brooklynn does not like to wait in line. She does not like to stand still when there might be places to go or things to see, especially when she is getting hungry. Don’t make her hungry. You wouldn’t like her when she’s hungry.

I don’t know how other babies behave when hungry. Maybe they give a little warning, like soft, intermittent crying or an unhappy expression for a while, or maybe, when they’re older, they just yell, “Mom, meatloaf!” Brooklynn doesn’t believe in warnings. She will get a concerned look for around 10 seconds before launching the full out “I’ve waited long enough feed me now” verbal barrage.

We were only halfway through the security line when the crying began. Judging from how fast the line was moving (it didn’t seem like it was moving at all for the most part), we just decided to mix up a bottle right there and start feeding her, because bouncing and rocking were not working and I didn’t think the other people around us should have to tolerate a screaming baby anymore than they needed to.

We get the bottle out, mixed, and start feeding. We get to the security screening and go through process of removing shoes, pulling out computers, and unloading the water for her formula. We did this same process in Denver and breezed right through, no questions asked. Here is the baby; here is the formula for the baby. It all checks out.

Could the screeners in Denver have done extra tests on our water? Yes, and we knew it and would have been fine with it, but they didn’t. The screeners in Bismarck did. The test involves taking a strip of pH paper, opening the bottle of liquid, and holding the paper over the top to get a vapor sample.

They also took the bottle of formula Brooklynn was eating from. Remember when the test for baby formula use to be you had to take a drink of it? She was drinking. Right there in front of her. And they took it away to send through the x-ray machine and do a vapor test. Brooklynn is a pretty well-mannered and even-tempered baby, but nothing pisses her off quite like having her food taken away before she’s done.

Seriously, are we feeding illegal substances to our baby just to get through security with them? I understand the security personnel were following through on all of the protocol, but I’m also pretty sure that one of them watched us mix the bottle and start feeding her while we were one row back in the line. They also wanted to take her socks that look like slippers off, because who knows what you might have in a babies socks. Let’s all use some common sense.

On a lighter note, Grace and Jacoby were very excited to see their baby cousin again.

Excited Cousins

Yeah, they were that excited.

And it seemed like Brooklynn like to hang with them, too. We drove about 70 miles with Dalon and Lynn with Grace, Jacoby and Brooklynn across the back row of their Suburban. Apart from the one time that Brooklynn spit up a little, they all played very well together for the hour drive. Considering that Grace and Jacoby will have a new baby sibling in a half year or so, the fact that they can behave well around small humans has to be a relief to their parents.

Sitting on the Couch

(We just won’t say anything about how Jacoby almost fell on top of Brooklynn trying to get close to her while she was in the bath. No harm, no foul.)