And So it begins

Things We Say:
I like that pizza place. They have good tea.--Patrick
I didn't know that you drank tea--Me
Ugh, I don't. But I like it just as much as I like lollipops.--Patrick
Do you like chocolate as much as you like the lollipops?--Me
I like the chocolate as much as I like the lollipops and the tea.--Patrick
I love how he loves the tea but doesn't drink it.  HAH.  And I also love how he forms full sentences.

Ok. We are going to the Pizza place.  Where did you park?--Patrick
I sold my car, sweetheart.  We're going to walk to the pizza place--Me
ugggh, we don't have to walk to the pizza place! It's too far!
But, it's right across the street!
Oh. That pizza place is good.  We don't need to drive there. We can just walk
This is the environmentally conscious four year old that freaks out if you throw something in the wrong recycling. He cracks me up!

*humming and then suddenly stops* Dad, I love you.--Patrick
I may have been the only one that heard this.  But it is still adorable.

Patrick! You don't blow! You just suck--Dad to Patrick (about the straw in the soda).
Sorry, I'm a perv.

Lobster food! *tickles via pinching*--Patrick
Patrick has this way of animal. . . everything-ing.  He does snake kisses (hiss and then kiss), and recently it is telling you that you are Lobster Food and then tickling the crap out of you.  It's great!


Patrick! Get some pants on!--Me to brother Patrick
*confused look*--Patrick, the mover
No, the younger one! Sorry!--Me

See what Patrick wants from Subway--Dad
He always gets the ham and cheese--Mom
No! The OTHER Patrick--Dad
More fun with the fact he had the same name.

Where are we going?--Patrick
(Our address in German)--Dad
Oooh! Alyssa, post that on facebook!--Patrick, the brother. 
HOW DOES HE KNOW WHAT FACEBOOK IS!?! Ok, so it's that he sees it on the home screen when he is trying to get to sesame street.com. But still, as a 4 year old who knows that you POST stuff on there?! Crazy.

Blurb My Brain:  
So normally, a family of five, you would figure has a ton of stuff.  That means to pack all their stuff in two days, you should really send an army of packers.  We had one. One sole packer.  His name was also Patrick. It led for some interesting sentences. But Patrick worked hard. He worked from 7am til nearly 8pm, with just a few 10 minute breaks in between.  And he got the living room, the hallway, the parent's bedroom, and the bathroom all packed up.  I think that moving is when you realize just how much CRAP you have.

Crap. Lots of crap. 

And this is only half of the room! The other half looks like this!

Note that I am at the edge of where the sofa is.  And it is all packaged up as well.

I hope that my room isn't as crazy filled with crap.  

Featured Randoms:

These are all pictures I took in the last 24 hours. See if you can find what's funny about them. But I'm going to tell you why I found them funny as well.  

I swear the people in my town just DON'T KNOW HOW TO PARK!!!!!!

 More views from random crazy countries. 

Awwwwz Kitty cat was tired from the moving too.  Actually, he was scared for a while from the sound of the tape. But then he came upstairs to my room and did what the rest of us (besides the teenage brother) wanted to do.  

 Most.Awkward.Logo.EVAR!

 I call Shenanigans.  There is no way she was only eating Taco Bell.  And if she was, she was eating off the Fresco menu, which doesn't count.  

GAH! Say that Title outloud.  "Cilantro works better than an prescription." AN PRESCRIPTION.  And if that isn't bad enough, proven 100% better than anti-biotics? I'll take the biotics. Fricken crock of shit.

So this person can park illegally.  Because two no parking signs makes a right. . . . Right? I say give them double tickets. Muahahahahahha. KEIN PARKPLATZ! (that's kind of an inside joke between my parents and I, because we always want to yell that at the people who park RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR DOOR, and anyone who has EVER been to Seton Hall after the Boland fire KNOWS is a CLEAR FIRE HAZARD!) But at least he parked decently.