Our travel adventures continued on the way home.
This time with Julia who apparently inherited her brother's fascination in crash landings. As they sat across the aisle discussing the different scenarios, I was secretly hoping their conversation wasn't going to get us kicked off the plane. There's a very fine and fuzzy line these days and kids are not exempt. As they discussed fires, oxygen, emergency lighting, and life jackets- Julia yelled joyfully...
"Hey Carter, look at this! We don't have to worry about opening the door ourselves because this nice man in picture 4 and 5 is going to take it off and throw it out of the plane for us before we jump out!"
Ah, such fun thoughts before takeoff.
We were just happy to be on our plane. When we returned the rental car I asked where the SmarteCarts were. The attendant said they removed them because people weren't putting them away. So how is one supposed to get a suitcase, 2 car seats, 3 bags, and 2 kids to the other side of the property where the terminal is located? No one knows the answer to that. I was overjoyed when one of the workers volunteered to drive us over and drop us off. Problem solved. Thank you sweet woman!
Well, until we got out of the car and the lovely tether hooks that went on so easily onto the hooks in the Toyota Camry will not come off. The tether bars are flat and too wide. The Hertz lady and I tried for 20 min and then grabbed some friendly businessmen to help. Another 20 min, a Skycap worker, and a toolbox later we finally had our car seats back. Next time I will look closely before I clip, not all tethers are created equal.
We dragged our wares into the airport to check in. Unfortunately in this economy, the gate agents have been replaced by self-check in kiosks, which is great- when they are working. None of them were. And the line of 35 passengers all needed to be on planes in the next 30 min. Thanks to some very helpful baggage handlers we did make it. And all the airlines are still allowing checked car seats as free luggage, but the catch here was you had to take them to the other side of the terminal yourself.
We finally made it to security. Taking young kids through security yourself is truly an aerobic activity. It takes us 9 gray bins to get all our stuff taken apart. And with the kids getting older, we're traveling light! Then the harassment begins- ensuring the water cups are completely empty, grilling us over every prescription medicine, body searching the kids, critiquing the miralax powder, disassembling the leapsters, and the list goes on.
But the good news? TSA must have heard they are getting a bad rap by the preschool set and they have a solution. What do nurses do after they subject your child to pain? Why given them a sticker of course. The love language of the little people...
There, all better now. Have a great flight! Come back and see us soon!
This time with Julia who apparently inherited her brother's fascination in crash landings. As they sat across the aisle discussing the different scenarios, I was secretly hoping their conversation wasn't going to get us kicked off the plane. There's a very fine and fuzzy line these days and kids are not exempt. As they discussed fires, oxygen, emergency lighting, and life jackets- Julia yelled joyfully...
"Hey Carter, look at this! We don't have to worry about opening the door ourselves because this nice man in picture 4 and 5 is going to take it off and throw it out of the plane for us before we jump out!"
Ah, such fun thoughts before takeoff.
We were just happy to be on our plane. When we returned the rental car I asked where the SmarteCarts were. The attendant said they removed them because people weren't putting them away. So how is one supposed to get a suitcase, 2 car seats, 3 bags, and 2 kids to the other side of the property where the terminal is located? No one knows the answer to that. I was overjoyed when one of the workers volunteered to drive us over and drop us off. Problem solved. Thank you sweet woman!
Well, until we got out of the car and the lovely tether hooks that went on so easily onto the hooks in the Toyota Camry will not come off. The tether bars are flat and too wide. The Hertz lady and I tried for 20 min and then grabbed some friendly businessmen to help. Another 20 min, a Skycap worker, and a toolbox later we finally had our car seats back. Next time I will look closely before I clip, not all tethers are created equal.
We dragged our wares into the airport to check in. Unfortunately in this economy, the gate agents have been replaced by self-check in kiosks, which is great- when they are working. None of them were. And the line of 35 passengers all needed to be on planes in the next 30 min. Thanks to some very helpful baggage handlers we did make it. And all the airlines are still allowing checked car seats as free luggage, but the catch here was you had to take them to the other side of the terminal yourself.
We finally made it to security. Taking young kids through security yourself is truly an aerobic activity. It takes us 9 gray bins to get all our stuff taken apart. And with the kids getting older, we're traveling light! Then the harassment begins- ensuring the water cups are completely empty, grilling us over every prescription medicine, body searching the kids, critiquing the miralax powder, disassembling the leapsters, and the list goes on.
But the good news? TSA must have heard they are getting a bad rap by the preschool set and they have a solution. What do nurses do after they subject your child to pain? Why given them a sticker of course. The love language of the little people...
There, all better now. Have a great flight! Come back and see us soon!