Billy Joel and the In-laws

This weekend was a memorable one as Eric and I had our first post-baby date. It felt strange to go somewhere without three extra bags and a carseat, but we had a good time. I guess we could have found something a little more wild than a Billy Joel concert in Connecticut... when we first got there I thought we must be the craziest of the bunch since we were drinking Amstel Lite instead of merlot, but I soon smelled that wonderful aroma that reminded me of college and hubby's delinquent roommates. Honestly, who smokes weed at a Billy Joel concert??
The in-laws came for a few days to visit and take care of the little man while we were at the concert. It was a pretty good visit, but I had to really put my foot down a few times. Eric is an only child and still sort of lets them make his decisions for him. Now he's letting them make Ryan's decisions for him... not OK by me, he'll end up as fat and spoiled as the dog (who got to eat a donut against my wishes this weekend.)
I don't know why I thought it was a good idea for me to be a mother. I was stubborn and independent and hated unsolicited advice BEFORE I had Ryan, and now it seems like everyone from my parents to the UPS guy knows how to make sure Ryan is a perfectly behaved baby who will never cry, sleep ten consecutive hours at night, and grow up to be President.