I have two children. I don’t talk about them frequently, because in all honesty this blog is my escape. But I realize that some of our readers have children and like to take them out of the house from time to time—so I’ve included a with-kids day trip suggestion. My Instagram feed has been flooded with images of the Intersections exhibit currently at the Peabody Essex Museum lately. Inspired, I decided to pack up the wildlings and headed to Salem.
Drive: Back roads from Newburyport to Salem, with a stop in Wenham. Lovely antique homes, farms and preservation land out my window, and the wildlings restrained in their car seats = my idea of heaven.
Eat: Wenham Tea House. This may have been the best breakfast I have had in months. The servers dress in black and white, which makes you feel fancy. Plus it is called a tea house, so that just implies high society happenings. But here’s the thing, it isn’t so fancy that people give you the hairy eyeball for bringing two ill-behaved toddlers, so it’s a win. My coffee cup was never empty. ND NOTE: Word of caution—LOTS OF FRAGILE ITEMS in the lobby.
Do: Peabody Essex Museum. We arrived promptly at 10:00 a.m. as the museum door opened. My son entered walking backwards ( a new skill he is proud of) and directly into a greeter. She was kind enough to point us in the direction of the children’s area.
I was worried the exhibits would be a miss with my two- and four-year-olds, but I could not have been more wrong. Even the Maker Lounge, which perhaps is geared toward an older audience, was a hit. Children are encouraged to create and design in an inspiring setting (high windows, unique light fixtures, modern decor). My daughter and husband spent time making circuits, I flipped through books about creativity, and my son tried to eat legos.
The Magic Moment: We ventured up to Anila Quayyum Agha’s Intersections and the children lost their minds. I think we all did, but being an adult and understanding social norms, my husband and I simply wandered the room in awe. The wildlings giggled uncontrollably, hollered, started running and, in my son’s case, began licking the wall. Nothing shows ownership in the toddler world more than licking, so I knew he was really feeling the art.
ND NOTE: For our budget-friendly readers, pick up a discounted pass at your local library.