Tired, cranky, and funky… but we’re back!

We’re back from our trip to Carlisle, PA, where we visited my Grandma Betty and spent time with my extended family. I’ve got a host of amazing pictures and some experiences that I would like to take the time (ha!) to compose thoughtfully, but until then have to vent:

Of all the things to get nailed for in security check-through, the jerk security guard TOOK AWAY THE FREEZER INSERTS TO MY BREASTPUMP. I showed them at the pre-screen without problem, but apparently they were too suspect to go through the xray. There was no problem with the two bottles of juice, carton of yogurt, and two sippy cups (that I claimed at the xray). Even the many items I forgot to claim (not completely intentionally) went through security without a second glance. (And, by all rights, I could have gotten really nailed for the things I forgot to mention.) But frozen inserts to a breastpump??

Still, the whole thing wouldn’t have been that much of a big deal to me if it weren’t for the flaky, all-powerful ridiculousness that went into his decision about the contended contraband. It wasn’t that they were “against the rules” which made it impossible for me to take through, it was his ASSESSMENT of them. This included a survey of “just how young a child” I was caring for and “whether the things inside really needed to be kept cold.” Apparently, having a teething child and wanting to keep drinks and binkies cold is suspect. As are a 1-year old’s leather sandals.

So, two of my medela freezer inserts were sacrificed to the jerk at Harrisonburg Airport. (!!)