Ryan Rhodes’ baby, Zoey – who was born at about 24 weeks, weighing less than the serving of turkey you probably ate on Thanksgiving – finally topped two pounds the other day.
Not quite ready to try out for Klondike Kate, but it’s a start.
And Ryan’s mind – 1.5 months into the whole process of willing Zoey into growing up enough to be a newborn – hatched a brilliant idea:
So, we’re poised to embark on a stretch of weather that should be above the freezing point, and that enchirpens the soul, to use a word that doesn’t exist, but totally should. In fact, I’m going to try to say “enchirpen” to a complete stranger during the next week, just to see if the person looks a tad more upbeat. I mean, I just said “enchirpen” quietly to myself several times, and I’m feeling pretty close to fantastic.
Just the idea of coining not only a new word, but such a nifty one, enchirpens me.
Please pass it on.
I bought a lottery ticket last night on the way home from the hospital and told the Kwik Trip clerk I would be “enchirpened” if I won $1,000. He gave me the blankest of blank stares.
I won $1 off a $1 ticket. So, you know, I’m staying even.
I’m enchirpened to hear that!
My morning schedule, unfortunately, dechirpens me.