After surviving the most recent hurricane season and witnessing my husband obsessing over a very long and tumultuous election season that ended in one very stressful evening of him yelling at Wolf Biltzer on the television, I can at least give a sigh of relief that its over. The best part of our most recent family vacation was getting away from it all. We didn’t have to worry about work, the presidential election, what was going on back at home, and all the other to-do list details that constantly fill our brains. Instead it was nine days of hiking up mountains, crisp dry air, and endless elk and bison sightings. Our camera work was a little shaky and we were having so much fun that we didn’t capture nearly half of the amazing views. But nonetheless, here is a quick video below that summarizes our Colorado vacation which included Denver, Boulder, Estes Park, and Rocky Mountain National Park. Liam was once again a perfect travel companion! As long as he can ride in the baby carrier and read his books with daddy, he is happy where ever he goes! Enjoy the video!
For my birthday this year I told Will, no parties, no surprises, no presents, and no orchestrated get together with friends. Because frankly, August wore me out! And I didn’t have the energy for fake smiles! I wanted a simple, relaxing getaway with no itinerary, a pool, and lots of sunshine. So when we found plane tickets to Miami that were round trip $120 after taxes, we could not pass up the deal. So two mid-thirty year olds, our 6 month old, and the zika virus, spent a relaxing weekend in Miami Beach. We stayed at the Fontainebleau hotel and although I didn’t find our rooms to be anything spectacular to write home about, the pools and the service were impeccable. At night the hotel bar (and the entire city for that matter) turns into a wild party, but during the day the pools are quiet and there were other families there enjoying the beautiful weather. Other than being in the ocean and poolside, we only left the hotel to go eat in South Beach and Little Havana. But enough typing from me. I will let this video I made do the rest of the talking. Enjoy!
I wear a lot of different hats these days. I’m a speech pathologist who works both a full-time job and a part-time job. I’m a “mother” in a sense to my pets and anyone who has pets knows that having a dog is a responsibility all on its own. I’m a friend. I’m a daughter. I’m a daughter-in-law. A sister. A sister-in-law. I’m a sewer. I’m a blogger. And I’m a candlestick maker (ok that last one was a joke). Sometimes I bite off more than I can chew. I wish that 16-year-old Priscilla could see me now. How very popular I have become in my 20s and 30s. I haven’t had a single weekend this year that someone hasn’t come into town to visit or we haven’t gone out of town to visit someone, or had a wedding, a baby shower, or a birthday party. But I absolutely love it. I love having a calendar that is packed full with things to do to keep my mind busy and my heart full. But with all the go, go, go, I have to stop and remember that the most important hat that I wear is being a wife. And I have a co-pilot in this flight that I take through life. A husband who does not always want to be going and going. And with all the hustle and bustle it’s easy to forget that even though I live with him and he is the last thing I see before I close my eyes at night, the time I spend with my husband is just as important as all the other things on my calendar. It’s easy to forget to make a moment that is just for the two of us. But luckily once a year an anniversary comes around. And reminds us to fall in love all over again. So this year we celebrated in the Windy City with a quick but much needed side trip to Iowa to see my sister and her boyfriend. And this week I celebrated the fact that despite my constantly moving, annoyingly loud, irrationally opinionated, sometimes clueless, cry-baby self, that this man (despite his better judgement and despite what I can only imagine were warnings from others) has put up with me for three years and still lets me have the honor of being his wife. What a lucky girl I am and I thank God, the universe, and anyone else that is listening that he stumbled into my life and swept me off my feet. And that three years later he still looks across a crowded room at me and smiles. Its funny how my husband and the Cubs mascot make me look so short. You would never know that I am 5’10 but I promise that I am!It was so cold the first few nights in Chicago and all I packed were a few headbands. So I made a make shift ear muff and ending up looking like Tupac accidentally. The flowers in Chicago were amazing!!! The city must of spent millions on tulips and that is no exaggeration. Standing on a glass floor that was 1,353 feet high was probably one of the scarier parts of the trip. But you don’t ride the elevator to the top and then chicken out.
I love my sister so much. She keeps me young, active, in shape, and always laughing.
Hope you enjoyed these pictures from our trip. If you stopped by for some sewing project updates, have no fear. We are back in Charleston and I am about to dust off the sewing machine for some upcoming projects so stay tuned for that.
September has come to an end and gone is another hot and humid Charleston summer. Will and I had to remind ourselves the other day that even though summer 2014 was a rough one for us, it wasn’t all sadness and teardrops and we did have a lot of great adventures along the way. Here are just a few of our adventures from summer 2014 for you to enjoy.
My nephew came in town and we searched for dolphin in the harbor. Its like having a free zoo in your back yard. I mean seriously, I live here?!
Will didn’t get to go fishing that much but the times he did, he always came home smiling. Like he always says, even a bad day fishing is still better than any day at work.
Gio practiced potty training and we got to be his witnesses. I promise if my godson ever runs for Senator I will remove this photo immediately 🙂
Legolas celebrated his 11th birthday with a Low Country boil surrounded by family and friends. Yes my dog is a human.
We went to the beach more times in one summer than I have ever been in my life. But taking a 10 month old and a 2 year old the beach gives you a much different perspective than the typical boozing and bocci that normally goes down at Folly.
We also did quiet a bit of traveling at the end of the summer. We visited with Will’s sister and her husband in Texas and traveled throughout New Mexico, parts of Utah, and parts of Arizona. We put 2000 miles on a rental car, ate more Mexican food then I care to admit, and took about 200 photos. Here are just a few of them. I’ll let these pictures speak for themselves.
Hope you all had a great summer! xxoo Priscilla
This weekend we celebrated our 2nd anniversary. I still cannot believe how lucky I am to have had two great years of marriage under my belt with this man. The man with more patience, kindness, love, and emotional understanding than any man I have ever known. And while year number one of marriage was all rainbows and butterflies, year number two was a long and at times a tough year with some big losses and a little bit of stress. But together we made it and everyday I thank God, I thank Will, and I thank anyone else that will listen to me, that I had that man by my side through this year. We made it. So bring on year number three!
Holy moly, me oh my. Where has the summer gone? So sad that it is over. Will and I jumped full speed into our second year of marriage, which has proven to be harder than year one. Don’t get me wrong, it was a fun summer. There was lots of sex ;), we celebrated more engagement parties and weddings then we can count, we were blessed with the arrival of our newest family member, Charlie the black lab puppy, and we had an amazing road trip to through the Pacific Northwest. On paper, you might be thinking this sounds like a worry free, low anxiety, super duper fun filled adventure. And yes you would be partially correct. And I’m not complaining. I am definitely blessed beyond belief. But while there was lots of time spent under the sheets (and on top of the washing machine…don’t judge, we’re married!), my husband and I continued to struggle with not getting pregnant. And with all the engagement parties and wedding gifts we bought AND new outfits for all the weddings, my credit card bill was piling up, leading to just a few arguments about money management. Which then led to a day long discussion on the meaning of life, materialism, Micheal Kors handbags, and feeding the starving children in Africa. You see where we were going with this. So we decided after the summer to be better with our finances.
Then there is Charlie who is amazing and we have no regrets about bringing him home. However lets just call June “Doggy Diarrhea Month” and leave it at that. In July we conquered Seattle, Washington Peninsula including Olympic National Park, the Oregon coast, the California Redwoods, Crater Lake National Park, and Portland Oregon. What an adventure. I could blog about that for days. I learned a lot about patience while traveling on vacation with your husband. Oh man I could write a book about that. I am a very go-go-go person. I lived and worked in Manhattan, I come from a large loud Italian family, and I move at the speed of a fire fighter racing to a fire. Will on the other hand comes from a slow paced background. His family vacations growing up involved a lot of sitting around and floating around a lake. So as the ever planner in the family I planned a packed trip with lots to do and little time to do it. But I had to learn to slow it down. That Will needs his coffee daily and to use the bathroom every hour on the regular. And that it’s about the journey. Quality of the trip not quantity. And that the best moments where the ones not on the itinerary.
This is Will and I after we climbed the top of Hurricane Ridge. Mt Olympus in the background.
Wedding number 1 out of 10 for this wedding season. Again here I am in my Erin Fetherstone dress that I have blogged about in the past. I swear I own more dresses than just this one but it is my favorite for this year! And Will is wearing the seer sucker tie from our wedding day.
Our puppy Charlie when he was small enough to fit into a purse. Probably the only dog who has ever been inside an Oscar de la Renta handbag. He is now 35 pounds and I don’t allow him near any of my accessories. But don’t you just melt over those blue eyes. PS- this was during the “Phasing out of the Bangs” Another highlight of Summer 2013
So what are the odds that my only friend who is Russian AND lives in Boston would decide to have her wedding festivities the same week that a supposed Russian terrorist was on the lose in Boston? These kinds of things only happen to me. Out of the 400 places on our bucket list of places to go, we might never make it to Boston again. And the one time…the ONE time…that we have a reason to go to Boston, our trip almost gets cancelled because a “bad guy” (Will gives me that look like “oh your so precious” whenever I call them bad guys but seriously, that’s what they are), but because a bad guy decides to set off two bombs on Boston during the annual Boston Marathon. But we did not let the terrorist win. Oh no my friend, we did not let fear stop us from our trip. And I am glad we went.
Overall it was a nice trip. See our trip review on Fodors for what all we did, the hotel, and places we visited.
Our first two days were amazing and I learned that traveling with just Will and I is an incredible experience. We both know when to go and when to crash. With our long ass legs we can cover a lot of ground on foot, we are both not picky with food and can eat anything from 5 star steak dinner to a falafel off the back of food truck, and because I usually pick out my outfits the night before, it takes us a combined 7 minutes from the time we wake up til the time it takes to walk out of the door. However on the flip side, traveling with more than just Will….oh lets say…with a group of 7 friends, during a city wide lock down, when there is an unprepared bride panicking about everything under the sun….well that can be just a tad bit stressful. And for anyone who has ever read a book on trying to get pregnant, not getting stressed out is Rule #1. So Will and I came up with code words <insert bad Boston accents>: fuckin chowda,’ lobsta’ and fuckin cah. We pre-planned to use these words/expressions with each other anytime things got stressful between the bride and our group of 7 friends. Needless to say, the whole group was using the code words by the end of the trip! But what fun would a vacation be without a little stress.
So overall, our trip to Boston was a success. But what I was most impressed about this trip was how even in the mess of tragedy and mixed emotions, a city full of Bostonians could be so warm, friendly, and inviting. Four times we were standing on the street holding out a map and someone approached us, independently offering their help. Even with the Boston marathon bombing, the man hunt, and the eventual city wide lock down on Friday, the streets actually felt very safe due to the number of police on every corner, who were also all very friendly and helpful. Maybe we will go back one day, maybe we won’t. But in 10 years from now when we look back on this event in history, it will be interesting to say that we were there when it all happened.
Will and I in Boston Public Gardens on our second day of the trip.
Blog Title Song: Augustana- Boston