It’s been 2 1/2 years since we’ve blogged.  Wow.  A metric ton of stuff has happened in that time, and I’ll have to get to at least some of those things soon, but today we need to talk about being cribbled.  Yes, I said cribbled.  I have checked Merriam-Webster, and I was slightly perturbed to see that this word is defined.  “Definition of cribbled. : having a surface pattern composed of small round holes or dots; specifically : criblé”.  Because when Ted started calling things “cribbled”, I am certain this is not what he meant.  I melt a little bit, every time he says it, because it is just so stinkin’ cute.  He uses it to mean crooked, disheveled, or otherwise cattywampus.  It was particularly sweet when he was worried that my hair was cribbled (it was early …)  He’s 3 1/2 now, goes to Cheshire Nursery School 2 days a week, loves pretending to be a dinosaur, tiger, or lion, and beats up on his little brother to no end.  We’ll have to figure out how to properly weave Sam into “The Daily Ted”, since he’s been around for over a year now!  But for today, I’ll conclude with a picture of Marc & Ted at Lego Kids Fest.  Ted wanted to hold the Lego chicken.  So, that’s just what he did.  😀