Governors island

The ferry to governor's island tubs hourly during the week and only in the summer.this week was our last chance, it was now or just likely never again, as we're homeward bound next year.

In my head we would aim for the eleven am ferry, spend a few hours there and be home for four, entirely feasible given that our day starts at seven am. These things seem so easy in theory.

The reality was that it took us ages to get out the door. You know, the usual, massive poo right as we're about to leave accompanied by two open air wees, after which you spend ten minutes debating whether the damp patch on their clothing is in fact wee or another fluid. (At the last minute you always decide it's wee as you spend so much time in denial.)

We had plotted our route, identifying the stations where we could take elevators.they were doing work on the elevator of our departure stain, so we had to wait patiently to be taken down by the workmen.then we couldn't get into the actual platform so we took another route which invoked is carrying all our gear up stairs.fortunately there was an escalator, so I will always remember carrying a backpack, baby A, a double stroller and a car seat up those.

We missed the ferry by three minutes.

No bother we thought. We'll just feed the boys, have some lunch and catch the two o'clock. Oh, but then the Boy had forgotten the nipples and collars for the bottles, so we essentially couldn't feed our boys. We were going back home after all that.

We broke out the emergency ready made formula and started feeding baby B. Unfortunately, we only had enough for a half feed per boy. The Boy redeemed himself by suggesting we use the disposable nipples on our regular bottles. Thank goodness it worked and we got a wonderful three hours on peaceful governors island.

We sat on Adirondack chairs and watched the boats sail past against the blue skies. We lay our blanket on the grass and stared at the Manhattan skyline. It was all worth it.

Coming home we decided to take the bus, as the subway had been a nightmare and we were fed up of apologising to Uber drivers for holding them up.

We were told we had to fold up our stroller frame, which meant poor baby B was balanced on a bus seat in his car seat whilst I wore baby A. I hardly felt like the world's best mother when I thought about how safe they both were.

Nonetheless, a full day of transport firsts for the boys and we got off the island do overall a successful day.