Snow Runt

We tried to make a snowman.

First on Saturday, because we heard the snow was packing suitably. But it wasn't.

Then today, it seemed perfect weather for it. Temps in the thirties with sun, but it was just a couple of degrees to cold I guess. I have the sore back of someone who has built a proper snow person, but the result is little more than a frosty bowling ball.



Mo got in the spirt, though. When I got tired of rolling the ball around, she started pushing it.

Then she had a seizure, which I'd kind of seen coming. She was spacey at lunch and didn't eat much. She hadn't had any diet cola today, so the phenylalanine link is maybe not as strong for it (my ex found some info that it can increase the risk of seizures, and since I consume a lot of diet colas, the girls generally have access to such). But still, a seizure.



It was short, and it wasn't intense. And weirdest postichtal ever, Mo didn't want to go right in and sleep. She started rolling the ball around the yard again. A lot. Ten minutes or more, an exhausting and futile trip, as the ball wasn't growing. Last time we did a snowchick, the snow packed properly, and this much rolling would have yielded a ball bigger than Mo. This amount of tracked up yard, it should have been so heavy we went on to the middle ball because the base is to heavy to roll.

She did finally go in and crash out for an hour or so.