Friday night was a great Christmas party with the work crew at a historic house owned by our group VP on Washington Avenue. If you've been reading this blog longer than a second, you know how much I loved that. Saturday morning we sprang out of bed and starting bumping the Christmas music and packing the cars. But then immediately following her first meal of the day, Riley threw up three times. And thirty minutes later, three more times. And thirty minutes after that, three more times. The third time, we decided to call the trip to Little Rock for the day and spend our afternoon at the walk-in clinic where all we found out was that she wasn't dehydrated.
The next morning she seemed to be feeling better, so we loaded up and headed down. That evening my best friend since I was three turned the big 3-0 and we had dinner at Local Lime.
On Christmas Adam, Mom worked, so we went downtown to visit her at work and eat lunch with her at Flying Fish.
That night, Lindsey came in and we played the Wii and had Alli's birthday party (again). She decorated her own cake - can you tell?
Everyone had a great time. That is, until the big guy went down with the stomach bug. Christmas Eve, Ryan and Riley both were feeling much better. We skipped the big Lowe family Christmas to avoid passing our disease on to any unsuspecting family members. That evening we went out to Ryan's parents' house to do Christmas with them. Ryan's sister and her husband came, so the only person missing was our nephew Rafe - we're hoping to see him later this week.
Later that evening we went back to Mom and Dad's house to have Christmas Eve dinner followed by a rowdy rendition of The Christmas Game and a mini-version of our Christmas sing-a-long Jingle Holloway.
Alli and Lindsey won, and so all is right with the world - the grown ups still can't beat the kids when it comes to the Christmas Game! After that, it was jump in bed and cover your head time - Santa was on his way!
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