Doggie puke and packing and furniture and KIDS.

Well, we had quite the weekend. I mean, not really because nothing major happened, but it FELT like a lot went on. Maybe because I'm boring and domestic? Let's pretend otherwise.

The highlight, if you can call it that, of Saturday was definitely what we can only assume was a stomach bug on Montana's part. She puked up her breakfast about two hours after eating it and we didn't worry about it. Then she did the same thing after dinner and we started to wonder. She was drinking well, though, and was definitely hungry, so we didn't worry much, and gave her a couple treats. She gobbled them up--then immediately puked. Twice.

She always gets a treat when she goes into her crate for bed, so we gave her just a tiny one, and she puked that one up, right in her crate. Actually, right on her own foot. And when I woke up to pee in the middle of the night, she had puked again. Which was great, because what you really want to do at 4 A.M. when you're still half asleep is get on your hands and knees and crawl into your dog's puke-scented crate with a bottle of 409. You know?

We talked to the vet, all concerned, and he said that we should give her a small breakfast and if she puked it back up, take her in to make sure she didn't have some sort of obstruction preventing her from digesting her food. But then yesterday she ate normally and didn't vomit, so we decided not to worry about it. The whole experience did give us a chance to try out that carpet cleaning spray we bought when we first got the dog, though. So I guess you could call that a silver lining? Luckily, it worked pretty well.

We also did some packing, and oh, even though it's a lot easier this time because everything is still organized and we've already thrown away all the old junk we didn't need? I'm just so unmotivated. I think I'd rather smell more of Montana's puke than another cardboard box, you know? We are so sick of packing that we briefly debated the idea of just tossing huge piles of stuff into the car and hauling it into the house by the armful, but wound up deciding that in the long run that would be the more stressful plan.

We did motivate ourselves a little, though, by going to wander in a fantastic furniture store in Denver and mentally spending about $10,000. The room that I am surprisingly most excited about properly furnishing is the dining room. I think it's because we found an amazing table with a quartz top--pretty, functional, stylish, and doesn't even require place mats. But the real kicker is that they had a demo dining chair upholstered in purple? And Torsten liked it! I have been given permission to pick purple dining room chairs! I seriously cannot get over how awesome this is going to be. The dining room is painted an eggplant-y purplish brown and the right purple chairs will totally fit with those walls. They will just be such a fun, unexpected pop of color. Seriously, I am way excited about that.

Before we can really buy anything, though, we need to go to the house and measure the rooms and figure out what we're going to do with our current furniture and come up with a game plan for what furniture we want to buy and in what order. And we need to go to High Point the next time we visit my parents in North Carolina and check out the really affordable, really nice furniture stores there. Unfortunately I'm thinking we're not going to be in NC until November, and that's a long way away. But really, that gives us the time to be very deliberate and thoughtful in our decisions, which is important, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining.

Also, we need a washer/dryer. And Torsten was researching them and we were discussing whether it's worth spending an extra $200 to $300 on a bigger set, and Torsten said, "Well, with two kids, there's going to be a lot of laundry. I think it's worth it." And I thought, holy shit we're going to have two kids, real ones that wear CLOTHES. And then I peed my pants with excitement. Except not really, because Montana's puke-covered dog bed and crate mat were still in the washer and dryer, respectively, and there wasn't any room for pee-stained pants. So I held it in. But mentally? OMG.