It turned out to be no big deal to pass Mercy’s milk through the security at LAX. No questions even asked! I am pretty sure that the spectacle we were (at least eight buckets of things to pass through the X-Ray machine, in addition to two carseats and a very large double stroller and of course the two infants) was a sufficient explanation for the contents of our bags. I did lose our baby sunscreen, however. I always have some in the diaper bag and I guess it just didn’t occur to me that it is indeed a “liquid”. We also had to remove little Aaron’s Robeez going through security. These are soft leather shoes that are basically glorified socks, and the security lady seemed so apologetic when she informed me I had to remove them and send them through the machine. But, overall, the security hype proved quite manageable, even for our little circus!
Travel brings out interesting things in people. There were those who, as we began unloading at the security checkpoint, took one look at us and wisely chose the other lines. It is like that moment at the grocery when I take out the WIC checks: you can feel the eyes rolling behind you as people gather their things to go anywhere but behind you! Or there was the guy who passed by as we were unfolding the stroller for the gate check, juggling far too many babies and bags, and made some totally out there reference about how hard travel is now because we are becoming a communist state! Random.
Then there were those in line behind me at Starbucks (Mom, I ended up doing exactly what you recommended, but for a different reason–we didn’t have enough soy milk at home so I had to load up before getting on the plane) who gazed condescendingly at my infant-laden stroller while Mercy wiggled and squirmed to get a hold of a Wall Street Journal and some whole bean Gold Coast (mommy’s fave!) and basically anything else her hands could reach. People in line at Starbucks are often already impatient by nature (is it the addiction?) and I couldn’t help but feel like somehow my children were directly responsible for the distance between them and their sugar-free lattes.
Then there are those who stop everything they are doing to smile at the babies, to tell you that they just became a grandmother, to comment on how you and your son are both wearing orange shirts. They are usually older, these non-rusher, eyes-to-see types. And they are like a breath of fresh air for the weary parent traveler–they affirm, they delight, they talk and coo. They make you feel human.