If you happen to be traveling in a city with a subway or train system, I highly recommend testing it out for kid-friendliness. Boston, in my opinion, is quite kid-friendly. …but let me clarify that. (The photo to the right is of Caleb and me riding the Green Line on our way to a Red Sox game.)
In some cities (cough…Washington D.C. …cough!) my experience (say, hypothetically, of at least 15 rides over four days) is that no matter how much you appear to be in need of a seat to manage to hold your child more safely whilst riding, nobody, and I really mean nobody, will bother to offer you a spot. Note that this seems to apply as much as after 15 minutes straight of standing up and holding your 30+ pound child with one hand while hanging on to a pole with the other, as it does the moment you get on the train. Further note that it seems that there is little difference if I happen to be holding Caleb or if your wife happens to be holding Caleb.
…not in Boston though. I would guess that Caleb and I have ridden the subway in Boston together somewhere around 50 times by now. In every instance, save those times when we were immediately able to grab a seat, someone offered their seat to us. Every. Single. Time.
…and I think people told us that Boston-folks were not nice before we moved out here. Simply ridiculous.
So, even though I am routinely offered a seat when I get on the subway, naturally (perhaps out of stubbornness or some silly male thing) I always decline. In other words, Caleb and I have mastered the art of subway riding despite the massive burning feeling in the “holding” arm. In a way, I’d rather be adept at standing the whole time and have the option of sitting, than get stuck in a place (cough… Washington D.C. …cough!) where it is a necessity but lack the experience.
To manage the jolts, bumps, tight space, and inevitable muscle burn, I’ve developed a few tricks.