Why we aren't asked over for dinner...

Last Friday night my parents invited us over for dinner - and, I'm thinking it'll be the last time until the boys are much older. There was the normal running like crazy, throwing balls up and down the stairs, etc. It all went downhill when we sat down to dinner. Preston got sick half way through dinner - on the positive side, it was on the tile floor so easy to clean-up. Then, as I was finishing cleaning that up, Brandon grabbed onto a placemat and pulled the top of the butter dish onto the floor. It promptly burst into a billion pieces so I moved onto my next cleaning job. Luckily the butter dish wasn't a family heirloom or anything :) So much for a nice family dinner - maybe in a few years!