Planning for domesticity

So, the inspection went well. The inspector found some issues, but nothing major, nothing incredibly expensive, and nothing beyond what you would expect to find in a 45-year-old house. There are a few issues that we're definitely going to ask the seller to take care of, but I don't foresee any problems with that.

And, we've been officially approved, not just preapproved, for our mortgage.

So really, this is all proceeding very well and quickly and smoothly, relatively speaking. There's still more paperwork and final costs to work out and the appraisal has to meet or exceed the purchase price, but the biggest things have already happened, and had the right outcome.

So now we move on to logistics. Like, we just unpacked our entire apartment (and I will try to remember to take photos of it before that changes), and now we have to pack it all up again. We just paid a ton for movers, and now we have to do it again. And book them, and insure them, and all the rest.

Though it will be easier this time because we're just moving across town, and for a few weeks we'll be paying rent and mortgage so there's no rush, so we can move all our boxes and stuff ourselves, and only pay to have the furniture moved. So it won't be nearly as expensive or logistically difficult as moving across the country. But still. We just did it. We just need to remind ourselves that this is, hopefully, the last time we'll be doing this, at least for a very long time. I know you can never know what's around the corner, and what amazing opportunity might come up in some other city. But we plan to settle in Denver, and raise our kids here, and we hope that this house will be our final home, our forever home.

And ooo, it will be nice to have a yard so that Montana can go out whenever she wants and we don't have to go down with her and stand there holding her leash and pleading with her to pee.

Speaking of Montana, the vet pointed out that she has quite a bit of tartar buildup and recommended that we brush her teeth, so I bought her a little doggie toothbrush and toothpaste. I didn't notice until I was actually brushing her teeth that the toothpaste was poultry flavored. Am I the only person who finds that really disgusting? The thought of chicken-flavored toothpaste, combined with having her lips pulled back and my hand in her mouth, nearly made me puke. She seemed to like it, though, which almost made my desire to puke worse.

But oh, she is so worth it. I can't even deal with how cute she is, and how sweet, and how loving. When we get home after going out without her, and we let her out of her crate, she literally gallops down the hall to greet whichever one of us didn't go let her out of her crate. Oh, she is so precious. I can't even imagine how I'll feel about kids once we have them.

WHICH, by the way, will NOT be now. I know, we have the house, the dog, the city, etc., and all of you are just WAITING for me to announce my pregnancy, but no, it is not happening yet. I mean, I can't guarantee that accidents won't happen, but barring that? Not just yet. You'll all just have to keep waiting.