We finally got some snow in our neck of the woods. It wasn't much, but just enough to sled in, play in and of course get hypoglycemic in. We've been so desperate for snow; we would have taken sledding down a mountain of mud after a heavy rain at this point.

What we find unfortunately is that trudging through the snow is so strenuous that it sinks Charlie like a stone. He was low all weekend. Even while being detached from his pump for much of it.

And now for the "damn you, diabetes" segment of this post:

I remember how exciting it was when school was cancelled due to snow. I loved snow days. Can't Charlie just enjoy a snow day without diabetes spoiling it? After a morning low on Friday, the kids played in the snow for a while. When Susanne called out to Charlie to ask how he was feeling, he stopped flapping for a moment and lifted two thumbs up skyward while lying on his back in mid snow angel form; huge smile upon his face.

Damn you, diabetes! Let him kick off his boots and shake off his wet clothes and come inside to a warm house and get some hot chocolate like I did when I was a kid. Damn you, diabetes. Don't ruin the fun day he's having.

Charlie had to have a site change before he could have hot chocolate. There wasn't enough insulin left in the pump. We wanted to change his site the night before, but , well, we didn't.

So he goes from frolicking happily in the snow to screaming and writhing on the couch as Susanne attempts the nearly impossible task of inserting a needle into a constantly moving target.

When the tube immediately fills with blood, Susanne tells Charlie she has to do it all over again.

"I H-word myself," Charlie laments, blaming himself for the bloody tubing.

And then there's the question. The one parents never want to hear because there's no good answer.

"How much longer am I going to have diabetes?"

Damn you, diabetes!

To see some photos of 'Han Snowlow' hitting the slopes, check out Up High, Down Low.