Leaving On a Jet Plane

The alarm went off at 5am. Gathering our luggage, enough for a month stay, we left for our 4-day visit to New York.

We are now officially "those" people - the ones with child seats, diaper bags, blankets, bottles and more suitcases than anyone can possibly have a use for. SB was going to fly the friendly skies.

Or not.
As we entered the terminal at LAX, we quickly came to the realization that we were going nowhere fast. It was like Disney Land, just without the rides and the fun. There were lines to get into other lines. We finally made it up the escalator to security, only to see another line snaking its way through the hallway, actually doubling back through the room. Not to put too fine a point on it, we were screwed.

And then I realized something quite liberating - we are now officially "those" people - the ones with an infant, who need extra help and time and consideration when making their way to the plane. Approaching the TSA officer, I put on my saddest face and inquired if I, traveling with a 2-month-old, had any chance of making my flight.

15 minutes later (after feeding the car seat through the x-ray machine the wrong way - apparently it goes upside down), we were making a mad dash for our gate, where we scored a free aisle, and got to pre-board.

Wow - everyone is really nice to "those" people... Maybe there are benefits to having kids.