Pete drops us off at the Southwest Skycap and we get all checked in. I am left with the baby in his carseat and his diaper bag. I didn't take the stroller because I wanted to "pack light" this was my first error. So I walk to security, and I am already tired from carrying this heavy guy, but I ask the first person I see if I need to take him out of his seat or what, I told him it was my first time flying and I didn't know. He just pointed me to a line. So I thought, OK, maybe this is a family line or something. So I go and ask the next person and he very rudely tells me, "Yes" all rude and impatient. So I take off my shoes and put the liquids in their own tray and put the diaper bag and unbuckle Tenz and get him out of his seat. I send the seat thru the scanner, as I was told to do, and the TSA agent yells at me, "You have to turn it upside down! Now I have to stop the conveyor belt!" then he started mumbling about people shouldn't be allowed to travel with babies and that they are always holding up the line. The guy behind me, bald, tattooed and fairly young with a little girl says, "Hey guy, you don't have to be a dick!" and he turns the carseat over for me...seeing that I have my hands full. So it goes thru and they walk me thru and I go to the other side and there is a little girl getting her shoes on in front of me, so the line is kinda backed up, so I place my shoes on the ground and put the liquids in the diaper bag. The conveyor belt is not moving (again, cuz of the family ahead of me) and I set Tenz in his seat for 5 seconds, and I am holding on to it because I am not stupid and I know it can move at any second, but I also know that I can't grab my diaper bag and the carseat if I still have the baby in my arms. Just as I am about pick him up (I wasn't trying to strap him in) I hear, "BABY ON THE BELT! TURN IT OFF! BABY ON THE BELT!!!" and a guy is there in 2 seconds lecturing me on how dangerous it is. I just agreed and didn't even try and tell him that I had my hand on it and that I couldn't grab it any other way. So I apologized and picked him up. Then, the guy who yelled at me at first starts complaining about babies and not having a clue how to go thru security and on and on. I replied that maybe there should be some kind of instruction. I was so angry and upset I wanted to turn around and go home right then.
I was hot. I was tired. I had a bladder infection. and I had just been harassed by security. I stop and get him buckled in and walk clear down to the basement gate of B15. I could smell poor baby was poopy. So I go into the bathroom and there is no baby changer that far down. What?! We are in Utah for the sake of all that is holy! The baby making capitol of the freaking world!!! Ugh. So I have to lay him on the bathroom floor. Yep, and that means I have to sit on it as well. He had pooped all the way up to his neck. No special outfit for Grama Weez. I changed him, on the floor. He was a happy baby, but I was not a happy mama. The rest of the trip was uneventful. He slept the whole way and I took the last two pics mid air.