Mercer visits Boston / Part I - Friday

Mercer and the gang fired up the Charger and headed northeast to Boston for a weekend of adventure. Mercer was up bright and early Friday morning, but Dad wasn't, so we left a little bit later than planned. Still, we arrived around lunchtime and checked into our headquarters for the weekend: DoubleTree Boston. The hotel has a decent location in Chinatown, a few blocks south of Boston Common. It was within walking distance of almost everything, as Mercer and Mommy soon found out.

After being cooped up in the car for so long, the gang went for a walk, northward towards the park, Quincy Market, and the touristy harbor area. Mercer was fascinated by the new city, climbing on every concrete structure he could find and pressing every automatic door button he saw. And as soon as he saw the green of Boston Common, he was off and running. Statues became gymnastic apparatuses and the expansive lawns were his tumbling mats.


Once Mercer had his fill of the eastern section of the park along Tremont Street, we strolled through Quincy Market, where some street performers were in action. This guy jumped from his unicycle to a pogo stick and did a backflip. Mercer was amazed, but not enough to tip the guy.


After walking along the harbor and tourist docks, taking in a carousel ride, we walked back to the hotel and took a dip in the swimming pool. Mercer was in heaven. We had told him there would be swimming involved on the trip; we think Mercer thought we drove all the way to Boston just to go swimming.

After Mercer and Pop swam a few laps, it was off to the Boston Children's Museum, which, as it turns out, was the highlight of the weekend. There were so many things for Mercer to touch, see, and do, and he had so much fun. Plus, the location was beautiful. Much had changed in South Boston since Mom worked her first job at Flashcom in 2001. (Yes, Mercer is wearing a Phillies T-shirt in Boston.)







Plus, the first thing you see when you walk into the museum is this thing:

It was a huge climbing structure made out of curvy, carpeted boards that twisted and turned at strange, tight angles. Mercer made it all the way to the top (about 4 floors) and all the way back down, surely stepping on a few kids' fingers and faces.









Mercer was enthralled with all of the other exhibits, as well, which included bubble-making, physics, sports, and role-play.










We also told Mercer he'd be able to stay out late for this vacation, which was his first real vacation away from home in a hotel room. After the museum, we had a late dinner at the outstanding Jacob Wirth, a German restaurant dating back to 1868 that was just up the street from our hotel. Like most establishments of this notoriety, the walls were adorned with autographs of famous customers. Pop's favorite was a note from Conan O'Brien, accompanied by his now famous self-portrait that read "Thanks for keeping my brother drunk." Mercer ate noodles with butter. Dad had a weisswurst sandwich and Mom had lobster mac and cheese.